Unscrupulous Spiritualist[Transmigration Book]

Yang Xing closed his eyes, feeling the wind whistling around him, mixed with a few crying.

He whispered: "I just felt it at the door. Something has entered the Zheng family. Your husband must be entangled in that thing because of his poor health. It seems that it has been two months."

Zheng Meilan trembled slightly: "You...are you a spirit descendant?"

Seeing the young man acquiescing, Zheng Meilan took a few steps forward excitedly: "My husband... Can my husband be saved! Please, please help him!"

A bit of embarrassment and confusion suddenly appeared in the young man's eyes. He shook his head, and Zheng Meilan's heart sank. The next moment, he heard the young man say in a deep voice, "No...don't ask me...I will help you."

Zheng Meilan was overjoyed immediately, almost at a loss for words: "Thank you! That's great, Mr. Yang! Thank you!"

Yang Xing: "Just call me Yang Xing, you're welcome, can you let me see him?"

Zheng Meilan hurriedly stepped forward to lead the way, and brought him to Zheng Xiansheng's house. When he opened the door, Yang Xing was actually ready to see an unfamiliar face, but he was still stunned when he saw Zheng Xiansheng's appearance .

That slightly pale face miraculously overlapped with the father in memory.

Zheng Meilan's tone still couldn't hide her excitement: "Xian Sheng! This is Yang Xing, a very powerful spirit descendant, and he has come to help us!"

Zheng Xiansheng was sitting on a recliner. He was quietly looking at a flower outside the window. When he heard the sound of the door being pushed, he turned his head and said with a smile, "Lan'er, what are you doing in such a hurry? Your face is sweating. Come here and let me see." look."

Zheng Meilan blushed, glanced at Yang Xing, walked over quickly, leaned into Zheng Xiansheng's ear, and whispered a few words.

Zheng Xiansheng ignored it, and just took out a plain handkerchief from his arms, wiped the sweat from Zheng Meilan's forehead, and could not hide the distress in his eyes: "It's been hard for you recently, when I get better, you can rest well .”

Zheng Meilan glanced at him reproachfully: "There are still guests here!"

Zheng Xiansheng smiled and looked at Yang Xing: "Your name is Yang Xing?"

Yang Xing nodded slightly anxiously.

"I don't know why, but when I first saw you, I felt kind." Zheng Xiansheng looked at him, "I think Lan'er is the same, otherwise she wouldn't easily bring people into the house, but... I don't know where you came from?"

Yang Xing: "Sikong."

Zheng Xiansheng was startled: "So it's from the Sikong family! Lan'er, this is a distinguished guest."

Zheng Meilan sneered: "Of course I know it's a distinguished guest. Don't worry, I won't be rude. Just now Yang Xing said that he wanted to talk to you alone. You guys go ahead and I'll go to the kitchen to have a look."

She walked towards the door, and when she closed the door, she added with a smile: "It's a coincidence, the fresh crucian carp just arrived from the kitchen, I'll make crucian carp soup for you."

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Seeing this, Zheng Xiansheng said helplessly: "Don't be surprised, Lan'er likes crucian carp soup the most, and the soup she makes tastes better than those made by famous chefs."

Yang Xing was in a trance, crucian carp soup... Mother also likes to cook crucian carp soup, boiled fish soup with a little tofu, it tastes as delicious as milk, Yang Xing can drink two or three bowls every time, but the family conditions were not good when he was a child, He couldn't make it often, so Yang Xing actually didn't eat it a few times. Later, the taste became his obsession. As long as he heard that any restaurant made fish soup well, he would try it.

Zheng Xiansheng was much calmer than Zheng Meilan, and slowly told him the whole story. Only then did Yang Xing know that Zheng Meilan was originally called Mei Lan. Sudden serious illness, seeing that the foreign house was about to take the opportunity to annex the Zheng family's family business for many years, as a last resort, Mei Lan propped up the Zheng family by herself, and changed her name to Zheng Meilan, and started to do business in public. Shaobi's, but she survived like that, and gradually managed the Zheng family in an orderly manner, even showing a better momentum than before.

It's just that Zheng Meilan, as a woman, is so independent that it will inevitably cause a lot of discussion. The two merchants in Siam were also worried that she would not be able to support the overall situation, so they did not take the lead in considering cooperation with her.

When it comes to Zheng Xiansheng's illness, it is even more strange. Originally, he was only physically weak, and he gradually recovered after a period of time. However, since a Zheng family sacrifice two months ago, Zheng Xiansheng suddenly became seriously ill, coughing non-stop, I always wake up at night, and sometimes I don't recognize anyone.

The Zheng family sought countless famous doctors but were helpless, and a wandering Taoist reminded them that there might be a change in their family and asked them to think of other ways.

Later, Zheng Meilan also tried to find some spiritual masters, but most of them returned without success and could not find anything.

Only Yang Xing, before he told him these things, he had concluded that there was a ghost in the house, which made Zheng Meilan overjoyed, thinking that Yang Xing was a savior from heaven.

Yang Xing asked the whole story clearly, pondered for a long time, and said: "Since the problem started from the sacrifice, let's do another sacrifice, and the time will be tomorrow night."

Zheng Xiansheng was slightly surprised: "So fast?"

"I still have something to do, finish it as soon as possible, and leave as soon as possible."

"...Okay, I'm sorry."

What Yang Xing didn't say was that it was actually very easy to get rid of his spirit, and he didn't even have to wait until tomorrow. As soon as he entered the door, the spirit had shrunk into a ball, keeping away from Zheng Xiansheng and him, for fear of being discovered.

He just felt strange, logically speaking, the Zheng family's geomantic omen is so good, there shouldn't be ghosts, there must be someone doing something wrong on purpose, and he wants to take advantage of tomorrow's sacrifice to find out the black hands behind the scenes.

... After all, he has the same face as his parents, no matter what, he has to take care of it.

After arranging some spells near Zheng Xiansheng's house and telling him not to go out as much as possible, Yang Xing followed Zheng Meilan to the living room. Among the dishes on the table was a bowl of milky white fish soup, which tasted exactly as he remembered.

Yang Xing restrained the emotion in his eyes, drank two bowls quietly, and then was willing to put down the bowl: He suddenly felt that this book was not bad for him.

Zheng Meilan looked at Yang Xing with a smile, and after finding out that he liked fish soup very much, she said pleasantly, "Yang Xing, come when you have time, I'll make fish soup for you!"

Yang Xing was stunned, and said with a smile, "Okay."

After lunch, Yang Xing went to Zheng Xiansheng's room again, and used his spiritual power to relieve the cold in his body, and improved his physique along the way.

This is actually a very laborious thing. It took Yang Xing only an hour, and he already felt dizzy and dizzy. He barely withdrew his spiritual power and went back to the room before he was noticed.

He closed the door, moved the table to the bedside, and summoned Yin Xianyu to treat him.

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After almost recovering, Yang Xing glanced at the glaring sunlight outside, and decided not to go out, but to stay quietly in the house.

After sitting for a long time, he felt an abnormal fluctuation of spiritual power.

This spiritual power was very familiar, Yang Xing's expression changed, and he followed the spiritual power and walked all the way to the main hall.

The two Siamese people I saw in the morning were actually sitting in the main hall. Zheng Meilan seemed to be discussing something with them, with an unpleasant expression on her face.

Yang Xing stopped in his tracks, focused slightly, and heard Zheng Meilan's voice: "I have never seen that young master, if you two come to look for someone, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

His expression moved slightly, he came to look for him?

What moved him even more was that he just mentioned to Zheng Meilan that he didn't want others to know his whereabouts, and Zheng Meilan rejected the two people's request so resolutely, even disregarding the business that he had been thinking about.

It would be great if... we could see them again after this.

Yang Xing was engrossed in his thoughts, when a gleam of light suddenly flashed across and hit his mask directly.

Yang Xing quickly regained consciousness, avoided the light, and frowned at the people in the hall.

The tall Siamese man was looking at him with a smile, and Yang Xing looked back coldly. If I remember correctly, this person seems to be called Yingla.

Yingla looked at her without restraint, and she couldn't hide her excitement: "I found you, Sikong Yangxing."