Chapter 47

As soon as Jing Yue turned her head, she saw Jing Cheng's expression, which was exactly the same as the smile she had seen on the little wooden figure's face just now.

But the lines of Jing Cheng's face were tense, and the corners of his raised lips were pursed into a sharp arc, making him look extraordinarily cold.

As if a gust of cold air penetrated into her body from the soles of her feet, Jing Yue couldn't help but shivered, and said tremblingly, "What are you laughing at? You're laughing so creepily..."

Jing Cheng lowered his eyes to cover up the killing intent revealed unconsciously.

In fact, he felt a strong resentment from the moment he entered the room, and this resentment felt familiar to him. Jing Cheng only needed to use his mind to recall it a little bit, and he knew that it was similar to the disgusting resentment he solved when he was in Xu's hometown a month ago.The curse comes from the same source.

It's only been a long time since the Xu family's incident, and the idea of the person behind the spell has come to his head, obviously he didn't take him seriously!

This made it hard for Jing Cheng not to feel angry, that people who practice sorcery are so rampant now!

However, the people behind the scenes don't seem to know that he is a cultivator, with keen five senses, and can detect the existence of the curse at the first time.

If he is an ordinary person, he probably sleeps in this room tonight, and it will be cold tomorrow morning.

Jing Cheng calmly took off a few strands of long hair wrapped around the little wooden figure, rubbed it into ashes, and threw it into the trash can beside him, and flipped back the lid of the wooden box to cover the little wooden figure inside.

There was a strong yin energy on those few hairs, which must be the hair of the dead.

The little wooden figure was carved in his image, and he didn't have any clothes on. After all, there was a girl in the room, so he had to pay attention to his image.

Jing Yue watched his movements in horror: "Brother, brother, are you alright?" Anyone who finds such a weird thing under his bed will be scared, right?Her brother was also acting too calmly.

Jing Cheng shook his head lightly, seeing her terrified face, he asked strangely, "Are you afraid of this?" He didn't respond to the news of his own brother's death just now, how could he be afraid of such a thing?

Jing Yue shivered and said, "Of course I'm afraid, I'm a girl. So what is this thing? Why does it feel like the witchcraft on TV, stabbing villains or something..."

Jing Cheng: "...you still know this?"

Jing Yue struggled and said: "I have played Wei Zifu's childhood in filming before, and my mother acted as an adult Wei Zifu. I have seen similar things. At that time, the screenwriter uncle specially explained this to me."

Jing Cheng: "..." Shouldn't such things be taboo?Now people are so courageous, they dare to shoot anything.

"And I think this box looks like a small coffin, and there is a wooden man lying in it..." Jing Yue's expression twisted slightly, and countless horror images flashed through his mind, and then he thought of the wooden man's face, and finally said through gritted teeth,"Isn't it obvious that the cursed person died early?!"

Jing Cheng gave her a rare glance of admiration, and looked at his cheap younger sister with admiration: "You are right, it is indeed something that curses people."

"Isn't this obvious?" Jing Yue rolled her eyes at him, the fear in her heart had dissipated a lot, she thought about it, and analyzed to herself, "So who put this thing inIs it Mama Zhang? She is so old, she shouldn't be able to play pranks, but... what hatred can she have against you?"

"I don't know." Jing Cheng took a tissue from the bedside table, carefully wrapped the coffin, and said slowly, "To be precise, it's not my hatred, but your second brother."

Jing Cheng hates the feeling that this kind of thing can't be controlled in his hands. He thought that Yuan Jingcheng must have an utter hatred with Zhang Ma, so that the other party can hate him to the point of cursing him even if he hurts himself.

However, what enmity can an eighteen-year-old boy have against a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties?

Jing Cheng thought of the emaciated corpse he saw in the warehouse when he first came to this world.

That young man, that is Yuan Jingcheng, he failed to recall the other party's life soul with the soul-calling talisman. Later, he led the sky thunder to teach the villain, causing the warehouse to explode, and the other party's bones were almost gone... It has been more than a month nowNow, even if Yuan Jingcheng has a soul, it should dissipate.

In other words - no solution.

Unless Zhang's mother took the initiative to tell the reason... Jing Cheng's mind inadvertently flashed a dejected face - it was when he came to Jing's mansion on the day he was discharged from the hospital, he casually slapped a servant to ask for directions.

He clearly remembered that the other party's eyes were stern when he saw him, but soon the old woman bowed her head respectfully, making him think that he had an illusion.

Judging from the current situation, since the other party chose to secretly curse him with a spell behind his back, he might not admit it.

"If it's my second brother's grudge, then it makes sense... Huh? What are you doing?" Jing Yue watched him wrap things in paper towels and put them in his pockets, and couldn't help but say, "YouWhy don't you throw it away and still keep it on your body?"

"You'll find out when you go downstairs later." Jing Cheng smiled indifferently, this thing couldn't hurt him at all, but he could treat him in his own way.

Jing Yue hesitated for a moment: "You don't want to call the police, do you?" Keeping the evidence so carefully... But even if such unscientific things are reported to the police, the police can't take care of them. Maybe people think he is looking for trouble on purpose.

"No." Jing Cheng thought in his heart that unless he reported to the Taoist Association, how could ordinary people solve the problem? He lifted the subject and asked another question, "What kind of person was your second brother before?"

This is also the question he has been burying in his heart.

What kind of person is Yuan Jingcheng? One or two of them seem to have enmity with him. Whether it's his former classmates or his relatives, they don't like him. It's a failure to be a human being.

Jing Yue snorted disdainfully: "He...is a social trash! It's the kind of toxic trash that should have been decomposed long ago!"

Jing Cheng: "?"

"He disobeys discipline, fights, clubs, races, smokes D, hurts people... In short, he can do all kinds of bad things you can think of!" Jing Yue said angrily, "He is the best at putting on an act in front of outsiders.Pretending to be a good student, who doesn't know his true nature! But! Dad is a patriarchal blind!"

Jing Cheng: "..."

"He used to bully his classmates in school, and he bullied several people until he dropped out of school, and one person got depression because of him! He committed suicide at home every day! He used his family background to be good-looking, seduced innocent girls, and caused others toHe jumped off a building and nearly became disabled, but he still refused to admit it afterward!"

The corner of Jing Cheng's mouth twitched. It turned out that he had been playing such a person all along. No wonder Brother Jing had a bad face every time he saw him.

"The most important thing is, he hit someone to death while drinking and racing on the sidewalk, and he actually beat the victim upside down and framed the victim as Pengcier?! Then Dad believed it, and spent money to help him settle it." Jing Yue was so angry that her chest heaved up and down.Not sure, and concluded, "Sometimes when I think of having such a big brother, I really wish I could bang my head against the wall!"

"Fortunately, the heavens have eyes, let this guy die as soon as he reaches adulthood, so that he won't come out and harm the society in the future!"

Jing Cheng was speechless.

At this time, a sullen middle-aged male voice suddenly came from downstairs: "What did you say?!"

"I said your second son died in that explosion a long time ago, and now this is a thief who came to our house to cheat for food and drink!" The sharp female voice said not to be outdone, "He pretended to have amnesia with us! Autopsy reportIt's all out, don't you believe it?"

"impossible!"

"Look for yourself! See if I'm lying! Call the Public Security Bureau. If I lie to you, I'll divorce you right away! I'm leaving the house!"

Jing Yue: "..." How dare her mother talk to her father like that?

After a dead silence, a man roared angrily from downstairs: "Where are you? Didn't you say it back? Get out of here!"

Jing Cheng: "..."

He had a hunch that he would probably experience the Shura field next.

The author has something to say:

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