< 406 Red Mark (2) >

etting to remind me: make more dishes, your uncle is coming over for dinner.I never thought my younger uncle would actually arrive in time to save us yesterday. He hadn't been back home for two years..."Look at this little rascal, he looks at everything! But when he looks at these messes, I scold him but he doesn't listen, what should I do"

I looked at this section and realized there's so much darkness on the internet.

Most of these so-called paranormal experiences are fake, only a small portion of them are actually felt.

But on the internet, a large portion of people have ulterior motives.

Just like that previous paranormal game group, everyone in it was looking for a thrill. They didn't have any reverence for the unknown dangers at all.

Good words are hard to persuade a person who is determined to die, and one doesn't know if Song Wei's younger brother is gravely ill.

Song Wei was rummaging through her younger brother's computer here and found a lot of pixelated pictures. She said seriously, "Normal teenagers should be looking at this stuff! What kind of spooky things... Oh, by the way, what happened to that girl from before"

"Which girl" I asked.

"That was a long time ago, wasn't it We weren't caught by that pervert That pervert even took off my clothes. There was a girl on the ground making love with a man at the time. What happened to that girl," Song Wei pressed.

"I don't know, maybe my family took her away" I didn't dare say the girl was already dead.

That girl was the classmate of Song Wei's younger brother. She was sold for the first time to Hou Shao Wen and went to serve Old Master Hou by providing yin energy to replenish yang... As a result, she was possessed by the female ghost on the statue of the Happy Buddha, becoming a tool for extracting souls.

Now that I think about it, my brother and I were way too naive back then.

"Xiao Qiao, is your family really a collector of antiques I feel like you know a lot about yin-yang and feng shui... Is your dad from the Daoist Association" she asked.

"Well, my dad knows more than us. My brother and I only know the basics."

"Are there really ghosts I don't see any," she said with a sneer.

Haven't you dreamed about it You are a pure yang, with a tomboyish personality, even ghosts are afraid of you.

I got her up and sitting in front of the computer to look at paranormal forums. The live suicide broadcast was just a gimmick; there was an ad for "dispelling misfortune" inside, with the poster leaving their QQ number and saying to discuss anything further on QQ.

What surprised me the most was that this poster also claimed to be a master from a certain faction of the "Hong" generation.

I know this sect. The Hongzi generation is their great-great-grandfather's generation, which should be over a hundred years old. We younger generations calling him "Old Immortal" wouldn't be out of place. But would someone over a hundred years old go online

Song Wei's younger brother is very devoted to this poster, his words are full of praise for him.

"This looks like a scam. People who know anything about this wouldn't even bother." I said to Song Wei.

“I don't understand these things, nor do I care! But my brother believes it. Ever since you reminded us to move and after I dreamt of that sickly ghost, my brother has firmly believed in ghosts, and he wants to exorcise them!” Song Wei shook her head helplessly.

What's so fun about slaying demons A hot-blooded boy in his teens really thinks he can become a great sorcerer, huh

I flipped through this user's post history page by page. They kept bragging about their high status and mentioned that they had some artifacts and books that could be transferred to those who were destined for them for a price.

What's the point of selling something It's just like buying and selling, isn't it... If you really have something good, we could take a look.

I added his QQ number using my own phone, and soon the other party asked: "Are you here to become a disciple or to have your fortune told"

Well, the other party seems to know a bit about professional jargon.

I replied, "How much does star divination cost"

"As for the fees, it depends on the specific auspiciousness or misfortune. And I don't have time to travel around. If you need to appease the stars, come to this place and find me."

I looked at the address and frowned. It's quite remote. Could it be a disguise from a bad person

"Xiaoqiao, what does this character mean How do you read it" Song Wei leaned against me, pointing at the character "禳" and asking.

"Rángxīng, rang the second tone, is a kind of magical art for warding off evil, curing diseases, prolonging life and expelling evil spirits." I explained.

"Is there really such a spell"

"Well, it was said that Zhuge Liang, seeing his star generals out of place and their lifespan nearing its end, wanted to extend his own life during wartime through seven nights of prayer and ritual. Unfortunately, he failed on the seventh night, heaven did not allow it."

Song Wei was stunned. She scratched her head and said, "That's really profound, Xiao Qiao. When did you become so learned and deep I even feel like learning magic now... Hey, wasn't that monk last time saying Buddhism is boundless Does that mean if you believe in Buddha, you can ward off bad luck from the stars"

I let out a helpless sigh: "You'd better not, you can't even tell the difference between monks, priests, and ordinary people! Don't offend the gods and Buddhas!"

She doesn't even have a basic understanding of the rituals and ceremonies of Taoism or Buddhism, let alone knowing that rites for expelling celestial malefic influences are part of Taoist practices.

Some misfortunes like bad luck, ill omens, unsettling home life, entangling troubles, lingering minor illnesses, sleep disturbances, and karmic retribution, etc., can be alleviated through star-gazing rituals.

Monks' abilities vary depending on their cultivation level, and most are... scams.

Although I hate to say it about people in my circle, out of all the people I've met, only a small number truly possess genuine skill.

After Song Wei's younger brother returned, I advised him for a while, but I don't know if he listened. But when I mentioned the talisman-making, he became visibly excited: "Little Qiao sister, you also believe that there are ghosts and magic in this world, right I have already found a senior master from the Hongzi generation to be my disciple!"

He's talking about this question on my phone about whether I want to do a divination.

"You haven't even met the master, what are you worshipping him for! You idiot!" Song Wei cursed.

"You can also find a master online!"

"How about this, when I have time, I'll look into that Daoist from the Hong character generation. If he really is a venerable old immortal from the Hong character generation, then becoming his disciple would be your destiny... It's better than you wandering around looking for odd things and possibly losing your life." I comforted him.

"But before I confirm, you have to study hard and stop paying attention to these ghost stories. Delete that paranormal noodles post, and leave all the paranormal groups, got it"

Song Wei's younger brother stared at me for a moment, then nodded.

I saw that he seemed to agree, so I got up and said goodbye. As I was leaving, I heard his brother say to Song Wei, "Wow, Sister Qiao is so cool! She's completely different from before!"

Confidence The little lynx looked up at me and said, "They've never seen you act cute to the Emperor."

"You... when did I ever act cute"

"Let's shut the door, who knows Anyway, with a barrier in place, we can't hear anything."

When I got home, I saw Lin Yanqin coming out of my house. She's pretty familiar with high-end hotels, so my brother asked her to help order the menu.

At this moment, her complexion wasn't quite right. I whispered, "What's wrong Did my brother scold you again"

Miss Lin shook her head a little sadly: "Xiao Qiao, does Yun Fan have a girlfriend"

"Ah!" I was taken aback, this... what's going on!ss small Buddha statues seemed to be struggling in a bloody battle, trembling as if chanting sutras together.Chanting this Buddha's name, even if one falls into hell and suffers greatly, can still rel...