The situation of Boss Jing’s son is indeed a bit complicated, so let’s wait until I go over and take a look.

Many young rich second-generations are crazy and rely on their wealth to do whatever they want outside, and they may have messed up with someone they shouldn't be provoked.

I have met more than one person like this, such as my high school classmate Wang Chaoyang, and the brother of Yanbei and Zhang Yunyao, who are all the same.

When a child becomes like this, it does not have much to do with whether he has money at home. It is mainly due to the parent's upbringing and indulgence. Parents feel that their family is rich and always indulge their children in their family to do whatever they want. Why can they use money to settle things? This is the most terrifying thing.

Children who have endured hardships since childhood can only prosper when they grow up. For example, I am the pride of the village at a young age. I started from scratch with my own skills and now I have a small goal.

I was beaten by that old man for eight years. Most people can't understand how much hardship I suffered when I was a child.

The car drove for more than two hours and arrived at a small village called Shikan Village.

The village is surrounded by mountains and rivers. From a distance, it looks lush and green, and the environment and feng shui are still very good.

When our car drove to a small bridge at the entrance of the village, a sudden problem happened.

There was a sudden sound of knocking and beating in front of me, accompanied by crying.

Boss Jing quickly stepped down from the bridge, parked the car on the side of the bridge, and muttered, "It's so unlucky."

Then, a group of people, about dozens of them, were wearing white clothes, and some people carried soul-summoning banners and walked over from the opposite side of the bridge.

I also saw a few young people carrying a lipstick of red painted coffin.

Needless to say, someone in the village passed away, and we happened to be in the funeral.

When encountering such a funeral, you must take the initiative to give in to avoid getting unlucky.

But when I looked at the lipstick lacquer coffin, I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Generally, if an elderly person dies at home, most of them use black lacquer coffins, and red lacquer coffins are rare.

"Boss Jing, who in this village died? Why do you still use a red painted coffin?" I said curiously.

"A second-rate man in the village likes to steal and kick the widow's door when he is fine. He is almost thirty years old and has not married a wife yet. There is a custom in our local area that men who have not got married and have children must be buried in a red coffin after their death, and they cannot be buried in the ancestral grave." Boss Jing said impatiently, and it seems that he has a lot of opinions about the dead young man.

"How did this person die?" I asked again.

"I don't know, it seems to be a sudden disease. The person suddenly disappeared. The family didn't say anything, saying that it was fine that night. I woke up early in the morning and couldn't hear his movements. Until his mother asked him to get up for lunch, she found that the person had been dead for a long time and the body was hard."

We were chatting here, and the funeral procession walked straight past our car.

When the lipstick painted coffin flashed past my eyes, I opened my eyes directly and glanced at the red painted coffin. I found that there was a scent of evil spirits on the coffin, and it was very rich.

Just a glance I concluded that the person in this coffin was definitely not a normal death, but should have been killed by something dirty.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of this village, I encountered such a thing. I felt that things might be much more complicated than I thought.

When I was about to ask something again, the funeral procession had already walked over the bridge. Boss Jing started the car and headed towards his own home.

When the words came to my mouth, I swallowed them again. Let's go and see his son first.

After crossing the bridge and driving for two or three minutes, the car stopped near a large yard. Boss Jing asked us to get out of the car.

Compared with Boss Jiang, Jing Yongyi is not a big boss. I guess there is a person worth 20 to 30 million.

Not to mention anything else, the old house built by their family in the village should be the best in the village.

White walls and blue tiles and horse head walls, and fallen lattice windows hanging in the corridor.

A Chinese-style two-story building stands out suddenly in the middle of the village, like a crane standing out from a flock of chickens.

This scale is almost as large as our courtyard house in Yanbei.

Boss Jing parked the car and took us into the yard.

When Boss Jing pushed open the gate of the courtyard, I saw a few yellow paper talismans sticking on the gate of the courtyard.

The yellow paper talisman is so squint that the other party obviously has some cultivation, but it is not high. If you want to deal with those dirty things, you can only rely on the accumulation of quantity and stick more talismans, which may be useful.

After entering the yard, I saw some black and red blood stains scattered on the ground, which were all dried up.

As soon as I entered the yard, I thought I had arrived at the murder scene.

Obviously, the blood on the ground is full of black dog blood, and the blood is heavy in yang energy, which is also for dealing with ghosts.

But this black dog blood can only deal with ordinary ghosts. If it is a little more powerful, it has no effect and will only anger the ghost.

I looked at the black dog blood on the ground and asked Boss Jing with a smile: "Who did it make the talismans posted on the door and the black dog blood on the ground?"

"I invited a master from Kaiyang County. He helped me get it and said that there was a dirty thing attached to my son, but he couldn't handle it. He could only use this method to trap my son in this yard and asked me to quickly invite more powerful experts to deal with it. So I asked around and asked Mr. Wu from Boss Jiang for your contact information." Boss Jing replied truthfully.

"This master still has some tricks. Fortunately, he is a little self-aware and has not taken the risk of dealing with it himself, otherwise his life would not be saved." He said with a smile.

"Mr. Wu, that thing is so fierce! What kind of thing is it?"

"I don't know, I'll go over and take a look." As I said that, I walked straight towards a door of a house covered with talismans on one side of the yard.

There were two young men standing there at the door. When they saw Boss Jing walking over with me, they hurriedly met him.

"Boss..." the two of them said in unison.

"How is my son? You're not crazy?" Boss Jing looked at the two of them.

A thin man said, "Boss, at noon, I gave him something to eat, and he almost bit my arm."

"Yes, boss, let's go back to work. He is too strong and we are worried every day." The other person also said with a bitter face.

"The 800 yuan a day is for free? If you want to make money, just watch it here." Boss Jing said angrily.

At this time, I had already walked to the door, tore off a few of the talismans sticking on the door of the house, took a closer look and threw them on the ground.

When I looked down, I found that the door was locked, so I asked them to open the door.

The thin man stepped forward and opened the lock, quickly retreated, and I pushed open the door of the house.
Chapter completed!