How did this guy come here?

  He pulled out a long, thin red rope and rushed directly to the side of the corpse, using the red rope to tie around the corpse's neck, and then dragged it towards the formation set up by Han Zhongshan.

  The corpse that was once so arrogant in front of me became like a child in front of him, and was directly dragged into Han Zhongshan's formation. As soon as Han Zhongshan saw this, he quietly chanted a spell, and the corpse that had been struggling to break free suddenly fell silent, as if it had been hypnotized.

  Han Zhongshan hastily took out a yellow talisman and stuck it onto the corpse's forehead, whereupon the corpse stopped moving.

  The young man in black also took out a peach wood sword and rushed up to stab it into the chest of this corpse.

  "Burn him." Han Zhongshan shouted at the black-clad youth, who nodded and pulled out a mineral water bottle filled with gasoline from his bag. He poured it over the corpse's body, then took out a lighter, lit it, and threw it onto the corpse.

  A fierce flame burst forth from the corpse's body, and soon a smell of char and a smell of roasted meat wafted out.

  I watched as this corpse was burned away, and finally my hanging heart fell down.

  Han Zhongshan and this black-clad youth apparently knew each other, and their coordination was also very tacit.

  However, after the black-clad youth saw the corpse being burned, he also spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, and his face turned pale.

  "That fellow Taoist, are you alright?" Han Zhongshan didn't remember me until the corpse was almost completely burned, then he ran to my side and asked, but he didn't pay any attention to the black-clothed youth, as if it wasn't strange at all that he spat up blood.

  "Hurry up and take me to the hospital." I gritted my teeth, and directly asked them to call Qingyang District People's Hospital. Han Zhongshan immediately took out his phone and dialed, while the black-clothed youth just glanced at me before turning around and walking out of the villa.

  After I made the call and spoke to the person on the other end, they knew it was me. About twenty minutes later, an ambulance arrived at the villa entrance, and I rushed onto the ambulance myself.

  Han Zhongshan did not leave, he still had to deal with the charred corpse.

  As soon as I arrived at the hospital, I was sent directly to the emergency room. Actually, my current injury is just a wound on my left arm caused by that zombie's scratch, which isn't a big deal. However, perhaps because my dad is the deputy director of the hospital, they still put me in the emergency room for two or three hours.

  They finally bandaged me up, but my right hand still hurts badly. This doctor can't cure it.

  As soon as I lay down in the ward after coming out of the operating room, my dad and mom rushed in anxiously. After they came in, my dad closed the door, furrowed his brow and asked me: "What's going on? Why did the hospital suddenly call me to say you were seriously injured?"

  "Dad, nothing's wrong, just a little skin broken on my hand." Although my right hand still hurts quite a bit, I forced a smile to reassure them.

  "Little Feng, otherwise you'd better not learn how to catch ghosts, just read books with a peaceful mind." My mom sat beside the hospital bed, looking at me with great concern.

  "Dad, do you think so too?" I asked my dad.

  "My dad nodded: 'This thing is not the right way, a few days ago I didn't stop you because I thought your grandfather's legacy couldn't be broken, but this is really too dangerous, don't learn it anymore.'"

  "If none of the exorcists' ways are the right way, then what is the right way?" Just then, Han Zhongshan walked in from outside, still holding a fruit basket, and behind him was that black-clad youth.

  "Master Han, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about my son." My dad saw Han Zhongshan come in and smiled, going over to shake his hand.

  "This young brother was possessed by a malevolent spirit yesterday, and if I'm not mistaken, he must have been possessed before. Now with this new injury, if it weren't for some Taoist friend giving him a talisman to suppress the evil energy, he would have died already. However, this talisman can only last for three years at most, after that time is up, this young brother will definitely be killed by the evil energy." Han Zhongshan said with a smile: "So you stopping him from learning Taoism is actually harming him."

  This Korean Zhongshan is also a master!

  I don't know if the problem of having a bad aura on me is hard to detect or easy to spot, anyway that Liu Boqing detected it at a glance back then, and this Han Zhongshan also detected it.

  "Is this true?" My dad frowned and asked me.

  I nodded: "En."

  When my mom heard that I only had three years to live, her eyes suddenly turned red and she rushed over to hug me: "Xiaofeng, is this true? Why didn't you tell us?"

  I looked at my mom's eyes welling up with tears, and I felt a pang in my heart too. So I comforted her by saying: "Mom, it's okay, three years is a long time, as long as we can find someone who can lift this curse off me, everything will be fine."

  Han Zhongshan smiled and placed the fruit basket beside the hospital bed: "If you two trust me, can I take care of this little brother? Let him come to my Zhongshan Buddha statue shop to work on weekends."

  "How much is the monthly salary?" I asked subconsciously.

  My dad slapped my forehead and scolded: "It's your luck that Master Han can see you, what are you asking for!"

  "It's not, if no salary is paid, isn't it recruiting free labor?" I muttered.

  "Master Han, this child doesn't understand things. Since you said he has a bad aura on him, I definitely believe it. As long as you try your best to help him get rid of this bad aura, not only will I let you work for me for free for three years, but even if I have to give up all my family's possessions to you, it would be fine." My dad said anxiously.

  Han Zhongshan smiled and said, "If it were an ordinary person, I wouldn't bother to help, but Mr. Zhang, you are a straightforward person, the deputy director of the hospital, yet not corrupt, nor do you abuse your power, this is also something that I, Han, deeply respect."

  "Little Feng, from now on you'll go to Master Han's place every weekend to learn properly. Since you want to learn, I'll support you, but you can't be like when you're reading books and only know how to play all day." My dad then said to Han Zhongshan: "Master Han, this kid doesn't understand things well, please discipline him strictly, if not, beat him."

  "Hey, Dad, you've sold me out with just a few words!" I asked.

  "Mr. Zhang, you and your wife go out first, I still have things to instruct Xiaofeng." Han Zhongshan said with a superior air.

  "Alright, thanks a lot." My dad pulled my mom out and closed the door with his hand.

  As soon as my parents left, Han Zhongshan plopped himself down on the edge of my bed and, with a big smile, pointed at the boy in black and introduced him to me: "This is Li Mingyao, you two should learn from each other more often."

  "Take care." I knew this guy was tough, and hastily stretched out my hand.

  He stretched out his hand and lightly shook hands with me before letting go, as if he didn't want to have too much contact with me. Then he asked Han Zhongshan, "This guy has no skills at all, what can he do by entering our Buddha statue museum?"

  "Hey, isn't that a bit too direct?" I gave him a white eye, pretending to be what, wearing a black leather jacket all day, with a face as stiff as a coffin board, thinking he's filming The Matrix or something? Although he does look somewhat handsome.

  Han Zhongshan smiled and said: "Little brother, take a good rest for two days, and then come to my Buddha statue gallery on the weekend to start work. Don't worry, your salary will definitely not be low."

  After finishing speaking, he took that guy named Li Mingyao and left.

  Then I lay in this hospital for two days resting, anyway there's a reason not to go study who would be stupid enough to run to school.

  It wasn't until Friday night that my parents came to pick me up and take me home, and my left hand had more or less recovered. My right hand was more serious and still felt a bit numb, but I could still move it around a little.

  The first thing I did when I got home was lie down on the bed and stare at the computer in the room, but strangely, I didn't feel like going online to play.

  I used to be inseparable from games, but I don't know if it's because of the things I've experienced that my heart has matured a bit, anyway, I feel like going online is really boring.

  Nothing much happened so I lay in bed reading about various records of ghosts and monsters in the Shan Shu, as well as methods to deal with them. I also read a lot about Taoist magic, but didn't have the chance to try out these spells.

  Suddenly, I fell asleep in a daze.

  The next day, I woke up at 8 o'clock. I actually slept in and woke up naturally. My mom came in early and said to me: "Hurry up and get up, today you have to go to Master Han's place. You must remember to listen to Master's words when you arrive, don't talk back..."

  I nodded, and the first two days when I was hospitalized in the hospital, I asked about it. It turned out that this Han Zhongshan is very famous in Chengdu, from officials to ordinary people, basically anyone who encounters something strange will go to find Han Zhongshan, and as long as they encounter something strange, Han Zhongshan can generally help. Over time, his reputation has become more and more prominent.

  I put on my clothes, and my dad drove me to the Zhongshan Buddha Statue Museum. The museum is about five kilometers away from my school, which isn't particularly far. Although Sun Yat-sen's reputation is very great, the street where the statue is located is just an ordinary street with average traffic flow.

  He dropped me off at the entrance of the Buddha statue gallery, and after reminding me to behave, he drove away. I walked in by myself. The gallery was quite large, with just the main hall covering over 50 square meters. Along both sides of the hall were yellow cabinets, each one displaying a single Buddha statue on top, with a price tag underneath. I took a look around and saw that even the cheapest ones cost over 3,000 yuan.

  The Buddha statue hall was empty at this time, and I shouted loudly: "Is anyone there?"

  Not long after, the door of the inner room opened and Li Mingyao walked out. He gave me a glance and said indifferently, "You've come? Take a seat."

  "Where is Master Han?" I asked Li Mingyao.

  "I went out of town to help someone with a grave site, I won't be back for a while." Li Mingyao pulled out a stool for me and then sat down himself, closing his eyes.

  I knew this guy was tough and people who are usually tough have bad tempers, so I didn't dare to speak much and sat down on the chair next to Li Mingyao.

  But it seems that this is also not quite appropriate, so I asked Li Mingyao: "What specific work will we be doing when we come to work?"

  Li Mingyao slowly opened his eyes and said faintly: "Just deceive them, send one person to cheat them into buying a Buddha statue."