Happy to open the coffin

Chapter 66 No matter how fierce the ghost is, I can't escape from the palm of my hand

He said that Gong Ze's villa will be her home from now on. How is this possible? She no longer dares to spend extravagantly on "home", because she is afraid to look forward to it, and what she gets in the end is heartache and disappointment.

Once, when my mother remarried, when she took her hand and crossed the threshold of the settlement, she also promised: "Xiang Wan, from today onwards, this is your home."

What's more, the relationship between her and Zong Che is only a reciprocal relationship, and she dare not have any thoughts about him. Let's just pretend that what happened last night never happened, after all, she was so drunk that she passed out.

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In the evening, when Gong Ze came back, he walked in and saw An Xiangwan was already sitting in the dining room waiting for his meal. After handing over his coat and briefcase to the servants, he walked over and sat down opposite her. He wanted to ask some gossip, but ended up She rolled her eyes beforehand, and immediately touched the bridge of her nose unnaturally.

I struggled until after dinner, when I saw someone watching TV in the lobby, I squeezed over and asked ambiguously, "Xiaowan, last night you were drunk and Ah Che sent you back. Did you notice any difference in yourself when you woke up this morning?"

"Yes, I am different every day, and every day is a new self."

An Xiangwan knew that he would inquire about what happened last night, and only after he finished speaking did he notice that the white glove with the light golden curse pattern on his hand was stained with blood, and the smell was a bit weird.

"You are..."

Gong Ze looked down at her gaze, and smiled disapprovingly: "When I was treating a patient today, I accidentally touched it."

"Oh." An Xiangwan felt that the matter was not that simple, but if he didn't tell her, she wouldn't ask.

"In three or four days it will be Jigang Day, do you have any plans?"

Gong Ze suddenly asked about this, which surprised An Xiangwan, and then smiled meaningfully.

"Go to the theater."

"Where can I see it, how about taking this doctor with me?"

Gong Ze asked the question knowingly, he really wanted to see what tricks the An family would come up with that day.

"Okay, it's not far anyway."

An Xiangwan was looking forward to it now, but also a little worried, because Zong Che hadn't held a contract ceremony with her yet, so it also meant that the contract hadn't come into force yet.

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On the day of the pole.

It is rumored that once midnight passes, it will enter a state of imbalance between yin and yang once every ten years, and the yang qi will swallow up the yin qi little by little. When the sun is shining at noon, the yang qi will flourish.

The underworld at this time is like the lack of oxygen for living people in the yang world. For ghosts, it is a disaster day, and their spiritual power is weakened to the lowest level. If they go to the yang world at this time, they will only end up in ashes.

That's why An Jixing chose this great opportunity to go to the cave in the northern suburbs. He is [-]% sure of today.

Only by subduing the ghost in the cave can he let go with peace of mind and hand over the family business to An Yuya.

Anjia's dozen or so commercial vehicles were parked beside the North Suburb Highway, forming a long queue. When the passing drivers saw it, they couldn't help but pull over and stop to see what happened.

It was around nine o'clock in the morning, An's family had already set up a tent in the cave, and An Jixing sat inside, watching the disciples in charge of setting up the Dharma altar.

In another tent, An Yuya and Su Peici were sitting inside enjoying the black tea cake. She had been waiting for a long time for this day, and the ghost in the cave would soon be hers. Why would An Xiangwan want to snatch it from her? It's an idiot's dream.

After sitting for a while, she woke up that the small-leaf red sandalwood she had bought earlier had now been made into magic tools, wooden swords, vajra prongs carved with dizo heads, soul-calling banners, magic beads...everything was made of refined black Brewed in dog's blood, coupled with the influence of the extreme sun, no matter how fierce the ghost is, it will be difficult to escape An's grasp.

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