Patriarch enjoys meal

Zhou Jiran looked at the family of three sitting opposite, feeling a little amazed.

The man's brows are out of focus, the tails of his eyebrows are messy and short, his eyeballs are cloudy, and his eyes are still under [-], and the depression in his body can't be covered.

The woman next to her went to the other extreme, her left face was docile, her right face was deceitful, she was dressed in plain and monotonous clothes, she was a weak housewife.

As for their child... Zhou Jiran sighed silently as he looked at Li Wu's three-year-old girl who was sitting in a remote control car and pretending to be a doll.

His expression was timid, and his eyes flickered... It was really hard for him to judge which of the three members of this family had the bigger problem.

"Have your head lowered?" Zhou Jiran glanced at the man in front of him. He had dealt with powerful head lowering masters before, and he still had a little understanding of head lowering techniques. There was no trace of head lowering skills on this man.

Mao Han said worriedly: "My husband has always been very irritable these days, and he is particularly prone to get angry. He never smashed the furniture and damaged the arrangement of the house before. In the past few days, the tables, chairs and benches have been changed several times..."

The weather is not too cold now, but Mao Han is wrapped tightly in long-sleeved trousers.Zhou had accidentally noticed a small dark spot on the inside of her wrist where the cuff was exposed, like a bruise that had been deposited for a long time.

"...Is there a way to get rid of this head drop master? My husband is tortured by this sorcery every day, and our family can't live a peaceful life."

Zhou was silent for two seconds and asked her, "How are you sure that this is a head-down technique?"

Hao Yisan rolled his eyes, quite hostile.He said that this kid can't see anything, and the old women just don't believe in evil, so they insisted that it was recommended by a friend, and it was reliable and effective.Hmph, just how capable a little boy like this can be.

He said in a bad tone: "I went to check it! The symptoms are all right, and I just went to Malaysia a while ago. Isn't this a head drop?"

"Did you use Baidu to check it?" Zhou Jiran didn't have a friendly tone towards this person, but he had a good image, even if he had a cold face, he would not be annoying.

Hao Yi didn't think there was anything wrong: "That's right, I also took the head-down test on the website, and the result was [-]% accurate."

Mao Han took Hao Yi's hand and asked eagerly: "Master, what should I do? My husband will be fine, right?"

If there is anything wrong with him, it is you.When Mao Han moved her hand, the bruise around her wrist became clearer. The bruise was not a small piece, but a large piece, spreading towards the forearm in the sleeve.

Zhou already looked at the couple speechlessly: "He doesn't have the ability to lower his head."

Mao Han didn't believe it: "Impossible, how could there be no Chinese art! If there is no Chinese art, how could he..."

"Did he never do anything to you before?" This person has an irritable and extremely uncontrollable face. If he doesn't change, it will be difficult for the family to reconcile. Moreover, with his current level of viciousness and depression, he may be in prison. .Zhou already didn't believe that he was a good man before, but the injury on Mao Han's wrist didn't seem like a day's work.

Unexpectedly, Mao Han actually defended the people around him with a serious face, and he didn't hesitate: "But he didn't strike so frequently before, and he didn't strike so hard in the past. He just can't control himself now. Hand, he is also very painful and annoyed..."

I think the person who lowered his head in the middle is you!

Zhou Ji couldn't hold back, and asked seriously: "You really don't know in your heart that this is domestic violence?"

Hao Yi raised his eyebrows and wanted to slap the table. The roar and swear words were already on his lips and he was about to spit out... Then he couldn't stand up.

His body seemed to weigh a thousand catties and was out of his control. He stood up vigorously but sat motionless on the chair. Hao Yi panicked and struggled even more to move.

After listening to Zhou Weiran's words, Mao Han trembled, and subconsciously looked at her husband. Seeing that the people around her didn't turn their faces immediately, she was slightly relieved: "No...it's not domestic violence, my husband just has a bad temper. , he apologized to me, if he hadn't hit the head, he would never hit me, he was very good to me before..."

If it wasn't for fear of scaring them to death, Li Wu, who was listening in with a doll in a remote control car, wanted to give this person a spoonful of cold water to wake her up. Hearing this kind of dementia speech made her furious.

"Ms. Mao, it's like this. I can assure you that your husband did not have his head lowered. He has a bad temper and beat others. It is purely because of his personal reasons. It is a personality factor, and the head lowering technique is not to blame." Zhou Ziran Pointing to Hao Yi's ferocious flushed face, "Look, he really wants to do it now."

"Fortunately, although his self-control ability is weak, I can help control one or two...Of course, this is mandatory."

Hao Yi was frightened by this calm and breezy sentence. Now he only had eyes to move, so he gave Mao Han a hard look.

Mao Han was shocked, and quickly asked: "What does it mean that the master can help control?" Her voice still had some expectations, "Control... Will my husband's temper get better in the future? In that case ..." That's great.

Zhou Jiran took it for granted: "If a person can't move his body, he won't be able to hit him."

Hao Yi's face turned pale. Now that he has personally experienced the methods of this young master, he is still stiff, and he dare not think of doing it anymore.He could only puff out his eyes and glared at Mao Han next to him. This woman has no eyesight at all, didn't she see that he couldn't move?If you don't help him beg for mercy, just talk nonsense!What if the master makes him unable to move for the rest of his life? !

Mao Han naturally understood what her husband meant, and immediately pleaded: "Master, he has a bad temper, but he has no bad intentions. Your lord has a lot of..."

"Okay, since he doesn't have the skills, let's talk about your problem first." Zhou Ji didn't let her finish her sentence, "I'm losing both energy and blood, haunted by ghosts..." The key's eyes are not good , and a little demented... "You are the one who needs help."

"Haunted by ghosts?" Mao Han looked a little surprised.

Zhou Jiran saw that there seemed to be five strands of black air between her eyebrows, and after carefully distinguishing them, he asked, "Did you feel anything wrong when you fell asleep at night?"

Mao Han recalled it carefully, and said with some uncertainty: "It seems a little strange... When I sleep in a daze these days, I always feel a cool wind blowing into my neck... At first I thought it was the wind blowing in from the window, and then I closed the window on purpose before going to bed, but after I fell asleep, I still felt a cool breeze."

"Maybe it's because I didn't cover the quilt properly." Mao Han still didn't believe that he was haunted by ghosts.

Zhou Ji didn't say anything else, turned around and went into the room, and took out a small dish of cinnabar powder.After dabbing some cinnabar powder on Mao Han's eyebrows with a clean brush, he suddenly asked something else: "How old is your child?"

Mao Han looked at his daughter who was wearing two little thongs, and said with a smile, "I just turned three years old."

"The little girl is not very talkative." Zhou already said bluntly, "You must be frightened."

Mao Han couldn't hold back her smile, she felt that the master's words were alluding to their husband and wife.She said eagerly: "No, she's just shy... When her father got angry, I locked Nini in her own room, so she wouldn't see her, she wouldn't... ..will not be intimidated."

Zhou already ignored her, just dipped a little red on the small plate with a brush, and then said softly to the little girl who shrank behind Mao Han: "Brother, can I order a beauty spot for you?"

The little girl didn't say a word, she just stared at the brush in Zhou Weiran's hand.Mao Han took a breath, her eyes were a little red, she gently held her daughter in front of her, pushed her away, and coaxed her softly: "Nini, go quickly, brother will give you some beauty spots, and mother will also give you some beauty spots." ordered..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Nini, who had been silent all this time, suddenly broke away from her arm, turned around and ran towards the gate of the courtyard.

Zhou already stretched out his arm, fished the little girl back, and then forced cinnabar on her forehead regardless of her struggle.

The grinning little girl calmed down the moment the brush touched her skin. After Zhou had finished drawing the last stroke, she opened her big eyes and looked around the surrounding people and the environment as if she had just woken up from a dream. With a cry of 'wow', he threw himself into Mao Han's arms.

Ever since his daughter shook off her arm and ran outside, Mao Han felt something was wrong.Nini knows that her mother always has injuries on her arms, and she used to hold her hand carefully, never like this...

Holding her crying daughter, Maohan's tears finally fell. She just told the master that Nini didn't see her father beating her mother, so she wouldn't be frightened.

But would a child in a normal family be so sensitive and sensible?She was a little confused.

Mao Han held her daughter's little face, although she didn't understand these things, she could tell that the cinnabar on Nini's forehead was a rune, and she asked with some concern: "Master, what's wrong with Nini? "

Zhou already put down his pen: "Don't worry, you'll find out later."

A few minutes later, Mao Han watched in horror as several strands of black air shot out from Nini's back, falling to the ground and turning into five entangled and howling ghosts.

"This... what is this?!"

Hao Yi was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, he couldn't move, he couldn't even scream, if the ghost came to mess with him, he really couldn't hide.

Cinnabar to ward off evil spirits, Hao Yi shouted frantically in his heart, he also wants to have a beauty spot! ! !Ask the master to give them a family meal! ! !

Zhou Jiran explained: "This is Mr. Yimuwu, also known as the Five Odd Ghosts. The five ghosts are one, inseparable. Only one ghost has eyes, and the other four ghosts without eyes must obey him."

"The interesting thing about Mr. Yimuwu is that they don't harm good people or evil people, they only harm people who are neither good nor evil and have no blessings and no rewards. When they choose a candidate, they will use their noses in order after that person falls asleep. Smell a person, and after the fifth ghost smells it, that person will die."

Mao Han's voice trembled: "Today is the fifth day..."

Four days ago, when she fell asleep, she felt a cool wind blowing into her neck. Could it be that ghosts were smelling her?

Seeing that Mao Han's face was pale and faltering, Zhou Jizhen comforted her and said, "The real Mr. Ichimogogo is an ancient ghost, and the five ghosts absorb people's vitality so fast, how can it take five days? This is nothing more than a model crime."

Mao Han swallowed, and asked nervously, "Then...then what will happen after they smell it?"

"Of course you will die if you die." Zhou Jiran replied very simply, "They are barely a copycat version of Mr. Ichimokugo. Although they are not capable enough, they have stretched the battle line to five days. No matter what, they can absorb all the vitality of a person. gone."

Mao Han was about to cry.So, if she hadn't come to Tao's house, today would actually be her death day.

"You have to think this way. It is their lack of ability that gives you this lifeline." Zhou Jiran looked quite serious, "You have to thank them for this, after all, it is also because of their rigorous imitation. It will take a while to survive, if five ghosts rush up when they smell it, you won't be able to wait until the fifth day."

"..." Mao Han looked at the five entangled shadows in a daze, "Thank...thank you?"

Five strange ghosts:! ! !

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