I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

This situation looks familiar, similar to the previous Guo Ziping, could it be that he was also entangled by that evil spirit?

"You want to rent a storefront?" The young man glanced at me and said.

I nodded and sat down directly across from the man.

As soon as he sat down here, Guo Ziping rushed into the teahouse with a group of burly men and surrounded the young man.

Seeing this scene, the young man was so frightened that he almost slipped under the table.

"Brothers, if you have something to say, talk about it, what are you doing, have I offended you?"

"Stop talking nonsense, where is Li Ji?" Guo Ziping, who was supported by Guo Xiaotong, was not angry and pretentious, quite the demeanor of a big boss.

"What are you looking for with my dad?" the young man asked in fear.

Only then did we realize that this man was Li Ji's son.

"Are you Li Ji's son?" Guo Ziping asked suspiciously.

"Well, I am..." the young man said.

"I have something to ask your dad, where did he go?" Guo Ziping asked with a suppressed anger.

"I'm afraid you can't find him. He passed away ten days ago." The young man said with a sad face.

"Dead, how did he die?" Guo Ziping was shocked.

Uncle Hu Zi and I didn't expect this to happen, we both looked incredible.

The young man cried: "Ten days ago, early in the morning, I found my father was lying on the bed and couldn't move, so he was sent to the hospital. The doctor said it was acute renal failure, and he died without being rescued. This store is owned by him. I don’t know how to manage the ones that stay, so I rent them out, why are you looking for me?”

Guo Ziping's face softened a little, and he waved his hand, and all those black suits left.

As soon as I heard that Li remembered the disease, I knew what was going on.

He didn't die normally, but was killed by a ghost.

Uncle Hu Zi was more straightforward, leaning close to my ear, and whispered: "Master, Li Ji was played to death by that evil spirit?"

"Uncle Huzi, can you stop being so rude?" I said with a look of disgust.

Uncle Huzi chuckled and said, "I'm used to it, I will definitely change it in the future."

"Tongtong, you go out first, I have something to deal with." Guo Ziping said.

Guo Xiaotong was naturally unhappy, and said angrily, "Dad, what are you doing lately? You're so mysterious."

"I'll tell you about this later, you go out first." Guo Ziping said solemnly.

Guo Xiaotong had no choice but to leave angrily.

As soon as she left, we were the only ones left in the room.

After a brief chat, we learned that this young man was called Li Poxiao, the only son of Li Ji.

And when I observed his appearance at this time, he must have been tricked just like Guo Ziping.

At the moment, I didn't want to waste time, so I directly took out the picture of a lady, put it on the table, gently opened it a little, and handed it to Li Poxiao: "Have you seen this picture?"

When Li Poxiao saw this painting, he immediately became a little nervous, and his speech became awkward: "See... I have seen it, this is my father received it from someone more than a month ago, and it is guaranteed to be genuine. Absolutely can't be fake."

"We are not here because of the authenticity of this painting, but for other reasons." I said.

"Then what are you doing for?" Li Poxiao was puzzled.

"Mr. Li, let me ask you, have you ever dreamed of a very beautiful woman when you were sleeping at night recently?" I looked at him and asked.

Li Poxiao was shocked immediately, and said in disbelief: "You...how did you know?"

"It's not because of this broken painting that your father sold me. This painting is weird, and I was also entangled by the woman in this painting. If it weren't for Young Master Wu, I would be caught in this painting just like your father. His woman was killed." Guo Ziping said darkly.

"You mean...the woman who appeared in the dream has something to do with this painting?" Li Poxiao said in horror.

While speaking, he subconsciously moved away from the painting.

"Any man who has seen this painting will be entangled by the evil spirits in the painting, and will never stop dying. We came to you today for this matter. Since you have also seen this painting, if you don't want to solve it, you Father is your fate." I said seriously.

Hearing what I said, Li Poxiao immediately started crying with his head in his arms, and said while crying: "I... I don't know that this matter has something to do with this painting, I thought I was haunted by ghosts, and I searched for many An expert helped me crack it, but there was nothing I could do. That woman came to me every night after I fell asleep, and every day I woke up, I felt very tired. These days, I dare not sleep anymore. As long as I close my eyes, That woman would appear in my dreams, and I hadn't slept in days."

Judging from the current situation, Li Poxiao didn't know the cause of his father's death.

After all, this matter was very difficult to talk about, and Li Ji probably would not have told his son about it, but in the end he was haunted to death by that charming spirit.

After all, Li Poxiao is young, not yet 30 years old, and his body is full of yang energy, so he can live until now.

If Guo Ziping hadn't met me, it's hard to say whether he would have survived.

"Don't cry, we came to you to solve the problem, you first tell me where you got this painting, as long as you find the root of this painting, this matter can be solved, and we can all survive .” Guo Ziping said.

Li Poxiao wiped away his tears, choked up and said: "Why am I so unlucky, I just took a look at that painting and got entangled. I'm still so young, I haven't married a wife yet, I can't die."

"No one wants to die, do you know where your father got this painting?" I asked again.

Li Poxiao looked at me and asked, "As long as I find out where I got this painting, can I survive?"

"I can't guarantee it, but at least there is half hope." I said.

"On the day this painting was delivered, I happened to be playing in the shop. I met that man. He used to deliver goods to my dad's antique shop. He was a scrap collector in the countryside. When he took out this painting My dad immediately fell in love with him, gave him 1000 yuan, and took the painting away, but I don’t know where that person lives, and I haven’t seen him for a while.” Li Poxiao said.

Hearing what he said, I had a faint feeling in my heart.

I think the person who sent this painting to Li Ji's store is probably no longer alive.

He is probably the first person to come into contact with this painting.

But hope is better than nothing at all, I looked at Li Poxiao and said, "Is there any way you can contact him?"

"My dad's shop seems to have his contact information, or I'll take you to look for it now?" Li Poxiao said.