??

  Some things, you want to figure out but there's no chance anymore, because the people involved have already forgotten. A long time has passed, and my father's memories of the past are all left in this photo. When he's alone, he often gazes at this photo, his fingers frequently wandering over that chubby silhouette...

  Cha Wenbin often came, but every time he came and left suddenly. He would spend time alone with my father each time. There was little conversation between them, as I wasn't born yet and my father was still a young bachelor. The only other woman in our household at the time besides him was a woman surnamed Gan, a rare surname that I had never seen before. Although I had never seen her appearance, from what my grandmother told me, she was quite pretty, but she wasn't my father's lover. From a certain perspective, I should call her "Auntie", because until she got married, she referred to my parents as if they were her own children.

  One day, Cha Wenbin came in a hurry, unusually during the daytime. He rushed into the house without greeting Grandfather as he usually did, and instead dashed into the room. Lao Xiaoyi was taking his afternoon nap, which he had done every day since I could remember.

  "Xiao Bai is ready, can he come with me to take a look?" He looked at the man who was sleeping soundly and called out in an unfamiliar tone: "Qiu Shi, wake up."

  Qiu Shi is actually Lao Xia's name after he came back, Zha Wenbin used to call him Xiao Yi, and suddenly changed his mouth after calling for more than a decade, and he really felt some discomfort.

  Comrade Xia Qiushi seemed very unhappy to be woken up from his nap, stretched lazily and half-closed his eyes to look at the person by the bedhead, reached out to grab a cup of water and took two sips before saying: "I don't remember."

  "She also wants to see us, this group of old friends, the girl in the photo." Zhang Wenbin pointed at the yellowed photo on his bedside and said: "I don't want to watch as one by one you all walk down this path, give me a chance to redeem myself, can I?"

  "Redemption?" Old Xia looked at Cha Wenbin, whose face was full of unease, and said: "What sin do I have? My current situation has nothing to do with you. On the contrary, this life is all thanks to you picking me up, Cha Wenbin. Although I've forgotten the past, it doesn't mean I don't want to go back to it."

  Shanghai, China's Magic City, in this bustling metropolis hides a quiet old house.

  Yuan's Mansion, compared to the new skyscrapers, although it has lost its grandeur of several decades ago, still tells people with its majesty and solemnity that this is an old house with a story.

  A group of monks in robes have been meditating outside the house for three days, said to be high-ranking monks from Jinshan Temple, their murmured Sanskrit chanting like singing, pouring out of their mouths like lotus flowers. The window on the west side of the third floor still had its curtains tightly closed, the young lady of this household was surnamed Yuan, named Xiaobai, said to be a friend of her father's.

  Miss Yuan is a talented woman, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She has read books and traveled abroad, with a natural elegance. After parting ways from Shuangyuan Village, she was taken back to Shanghai by her father. It's said that she took her father's illness very seriously, and after returning, she began visiting famous doctors everywhere, often mailing high-end nutritional supplements and medicines that were hard to buy at the time from Shanghai.

  About two months ago, this girl had also sent a letter to Zha Wenbin, saying that she had been having dreams recently, dreaming that she had turned into a cat, and someone had stripped off her skin, leaving only two black eyes on her bloody face.

  After receiving the letter, Zha Wenbin was a bit worried. During this time, he went to Shanghai once because Yuan Xiaobai had been possessed by an evil spirit several years ago. Although she came from an intellectual family, Mr. Yuan was not a ordinary person. After staying in Shanghai for a few days, Zha Wenbin resolutely left and headed north to seek his fortune.

  When he came back again, Yuan Xiaobai was completely out of order. She was afraid of light, sound and water, and she began to lock herself in the house every day, shouting that someone wanted to peel her skin off. Her originally delicate face was covered with scratches, and all of this was caused by herself.

  The Yuan family didn't lack connections, and Yuan Xiaobai was forcibly sent to the hospital. A woman who originally had no strength to truss a chicken surprisingly caused a huge commotion in the hospital. The doctors and nurses were beaten and bitten, but after a thorough examination, they couldn't find any problems. Every day, apart from being sustained by intravenous fluids, there was nothing else that could be done.

  This person was anxious and had to think of a way, we have an old saying called "treating a live horse as if it were dead", Mr. Yuan invited a group of high-ranking monks back, chanting scriptures for three days, that Miss Yuan finally calmed down for a moment, and could finally sleep. But the scripture recitation couldn't stop, once stopped she would continue to make trouble, now some monks in the yard who were physically exhausted had begun to fall down, if this continued, it was unknown who would go see Buddha first between the leading old monk and her.

  Cha Wenbin's second arrival still gave Mr. Yuan some hope, and he hastily led Old Xia into the house and rushed to the third floor. On the right-hand side of the stairs, there was an ancient bronze-colored door, which was locked from the inside. Outside the door, several servant-like women were holding rice bowls and shouting.

  "Everyone, go down." Mr. Yuan waved his hand and had everyone leave. He sighed and said: "Wenbin, I regard you as my own nephew. You and Xiao Bai are friends, so I won't say much more. I've found a few old Taoist priests from Kunlun Mountain who said it will take several days to arrive. Meanwhile, the master below is also about to collapse. What should we do?"

  Zha Wenbin sighed and said: "Master Locksmith, please proceed."

  In a moment, the lock was opened, and behind the door, a huge force was pressing against it. A woman inside the room was shouting at people outside to get out. My father said that the strength didn't seem like it came from a woman. Several old men were pushing the door from the outside but couldn't budge it.

  In our village, there's a saying that people who are possessed by evil spirits have superhuman strength. I've experienced this myself. When I was young, a classmate of mine urinated on a grave on the way home from school. At that time, we were all foolish and competing to see who was bravest. As a result, my classmate did this deed. After returning home, the child took a turn for the worse. That night, he first started running a fever, his forehead burning so hot it couldn't be touched with one's hand. His mother had no choice but to douse him with cold water. His father and grandfather, two grown men, were unable to drag him out of the house. A 7-8 year old child's arm was pinched purple by adults, yet his other hand grasped the bed frame so tightly it couldn't be pulled down. Later, my classmate was cured by Zhang Wenbin, quite simply. He just used a ruler to tap on the crown of his head and he calmed down.

  Later, I heard that my classmate said he had no idea what was happening, and then I realized that I was floating in the air watching his father and grandfather dragging a woman wearing a red cheongsam, while the woman was tightly grasping the headboard.

  Years later, the village was repairing roads and a large tomb on the side of the road had to be demolished because it was ownerless. In Hong Village, this kind of nameless and surname-less old tomb used to be everywhere, they would just use some explosives to blow it up and a big coffin would come out. At that time, the coffin had already been flipped over by the explosion, inside was lying a female corpse wearing a red opera costume, her clothes were very bright and shiny, like new. The bones on her body hadn't rotted much, there was still a layer of skin tightly attached to them. According to the person in charge of collecting the remains at that time, the woman's belly had another one inside, estimated to have died from a difficult birth. This kind of corpse usually has a lot of resentment, so several people decided not to relocate the tomb and instead burned it together with the coffin.

  Miss Yuan was blocking the door and wouldn't let them in, so Cha Wenbin took out a small bell about the size of a palm with a handle shaped like the character "mountain". He held it in his hand, stuck it to the door and gently shook it, making a "ding" sound. The door actually loosened a bit, taking advantage of this opportunity, Old Xia inserted a steel pipe as thick as a wine cup into the gap between the doors, barely leaving a small opening.

  After they checked, the steel pipe was deformed, and it can be imagined how great their strength was at that time. Cha Wenbin took advantage of this opportunity to take a talisman, ignite it, and throw it into the house. Suddenly, a strange cry of a woman came from inside the house, "Ah" and the door opened immediately.

  Several men rushed into the house with Yuan's family, and the smell inside was unbearable. All places where light could pass through were sealed tightly. Yuan's driver was anxious to pull down the lamp, but was stopped by Cha Wenbin: "If you don't want her to die faster, keep it as it is and retreat, only I and my brother can stay in the house."

  Mr. Yuan knew that Cha Wenbin was cautious in his work style, so he had to follow suit. He sighed and led the way out with his men. Old Xia had no memory of this at all, and as for Miss Yuan, he had only seen her from a photo. Knowing that this person had an unusual past with you, yet you couldn't remember, this kind of pain was something only he could understand.

  "Afraid?" he asked Lao Xia.

  Lao Xia replied: "What's there to be afraid of?"

  Cha Wenbin said with some self-mockery: "I had forgotten that you've died once before, indeed I don't know what fear is. You're not wondering what happened to yourself? Her current state is almost the same as yours back then, and she's about to follow in your footsteps soon. Unfortunately, she doesn't have your good fortune, and you'll still have someone to pay off your debts for you in the future, but she hasn't even cleared her debts from her past life yet."

  Lao Xia didn't understand what Cha Wenbin meant. His purpose was simple, he came to find memories. "Is it the woman in the photo? Thinking about it, she's also a friend. Speak up, what can I do?"

  "Zha Wenbin instructed: 'You accompany her to chat, I'll just watch you from here.'"

  "What's going on? I really don't know her, didn't you guys say she was also in a hurry?"

  "Feel free to chat, just remember one thing, don't open your mouth."

  Lao Xia turned around and was about to leave, but Cha Wenbin grabbed him. He said somewhat impatiently to Lao Xia: "Don't make fun of me, okay?"

  "I'm not joking." Zha Wenbin didn't explain.

  "Why don't you try speaking up and talking to me?" Old Xia's tone was filled with discontent.

  Zha Wenbin took out a round piece of jade, and the thing was stuffed into Old Xia's hand, which was surprisingly warm. This was also Zha Wenbin's first time feeling that it could have temperature. "Hold onto it, I'm not compatible with you, but you might be compatible with her. How will you know if you don't try?"

  Provide pop-up window full text online, update speed faster article quality better, if you think the web is good just share this site more! Thank you for your support readers!

  High-speed premiere of the last Taoist 2 latest chapter, this chapter is Chapter 2 Old Friends (1) address: If you think this chapter is not bad, please don't forget to recommend it to your QQ group and Weibo friends!