Chapter 3: Female Deceiver or Female Swindler

  Xiao Bao's eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, his whole body convulsing violently as he stretched out both hands to choke his grandfather's neck, muttering: "Die, all of you die!"

  My heart skipped a beat and I was at a loss for what to do, but Ren Binghua reacted quickly, pulling Little Treasure's grandfather away and kicking Little Treasure hard in the foot.

  Xiao Bao completely collapsed to the ground, his body twisted and convulsing non-stop, with white foam gushing out of his mouth like crazy. This is freaking terrifying!

  But Xiao Bao's symptoms, why do they look so familiar? After thinking carefully for a moment, a long-forgotten memory suddenly flooded my mind, and I couldn't help but feel enlightened - I've seen similar scenes before!

  "Two idiots, that's right, two idiots are like this! Xiaobao is not haunted by a vengeful spirit, he has come down with sheep's head wind! Hurry up and send him to the hospital!" I shouted.

  It's a bit unfair to say, but at this moment, my mood suddenly became much lighter. I almost got fooled by that girl Ren Binghua, there are no ghosts in this world, everything can be explained by science.

  Even in feudal society, those who read books all understand that children do not talk about strange powers and gods. As a young person of the new era, I naturally cannot engage in feudal superstition either, after all, I am a university student.

  Ren Binghua glared at me: "What nonsense are you talking about? If he's sent to the hospital and treated for tetanus, he'll definitely won't make it through tonight!"

  Her aura was too powerful, just staring at me for a moment made me lose the courage to argue. But I won't be mistaken, Xiaobao's symptoms are the same as those of Er Diaozi from our neighboring village.

  To this day, I still don't know what the Second Fool's real name is. He was probably two or three years older than me, and it's said that he had a high fever when he was young that damaged his brain.

  After that, the two fools' minds were a bit abnormal, and they suffered from sheep's corner wind, often bullied by normal children. The name of the second fool was also given by the children who bullied him, called Shunzui, and everyone forgot his big name.

  When I was eight years old, on my way home from school, I happened to run into the kids from the neighboring village bullying Er Bai. Er Bai, who always had a silly grin on his face and drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, suddenly fell to the ground, convulsing violently, with his mouth twisted and eyes slanted, foaming at the mouth.

  I was timid back then, and had never seen such a scene before. The other kids were all scared away, but I just stood there in a daze, at a loss for what to do. In the end, it was my dad who carried me home, and I was so frightened that I fell seriously ill, and couldn't go back to school until half a month later.

  Because I was afraid of running into Er Bai again, I changed my route to school and rarely ran into him afterwards. One time I asked my dad about what happened next, my dad scolded me with a dark face and told me not to get close to Er Bai again.

  After finishing elementary school, I went to live in the town for junior high school and only returned home once a week. Later, I heard that Er Diao's father used a folk remedy to help Er Diao recover from his illness, and somehow found a dead infant, boiled its brain and fed it to Er Diao.

  When I heard this rumor, I was so disgusted that I didn't eat for several days. Poor Er Qī not only failed to recover but died suddenly at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

  So many years have passed, I almost forgot about Er Sha Zi. Today, seeing Xiao Bao's symptoms, Er Sha Zi's silly smile that never changed, suddenly appeared in my mind.

  "What you're saying is completely contradictory, earlier you said Xiao Bao's grandfather would die, now you're saying Xiao Bao will die, it's clear that you're being deliberately mysterious. This is a case of 'Yang Jiao Feng', if you continue to deceive them, I'll immediately call the police."

  A matter of life and death, I must be careful. Moreover, this matter is related to me, whether it's the old man or his grandson who gets into an accident, I'll be held responsible either way.

  When I was young, I thought that epilepsy was very scary, but later my biology teacher told us that epilepsy is also called sheep epilepsy, it's actually epilepsy, and it can be cured.

  If the two fools had gone to a regular hospital in a big city for treatment at the beginning, even if they couldn't be completely cured, at least they could have been effectively controlled and lived like normal people. It's just that in our poor mountain village, most of the older generation were illiterate and ignorant, without this awareness, and they delayed his treatment.

  Ren Binghua's eyes were coldly staring at me, pointing to the small treasure on the ground with her hand, and said in a low voice: "Yangjiaofeng? Have you ever seen Yangjiaofeng like this?"

  Following her guidance, I took a glance at Xiaobao and was shocked speechless. Xiaobao's entire face had turned pitch black, not the kind of shiny black like African people, but rather it seemed to be emitting a dark aura.

  I didn't dare make another sound. Xiaobao's grandfather was also scared silly, hugging Ren Binghua's leg and crying bitterly as he begged her to hurry up and save Xiaobao.

  Ren Bing let out a cold hum, had me pull Xiao Bao's grandfather to the side, then took out a yellow paper with twisted and turned patterns drawn on it. The yellow paper looked like the talismans seen in movies, but if compared, could only be said that the patterns on this yellow paper were too ugly.

  Then, Ren Binghua had me hold down Xiaobao, and with a steady stream of words, she stuck the yellow paper onto Xiaobao's forehead. As soon as the yellow paper was in place, Xiaobao suddenly opened his eyes, which were completely white, with no pupils visible.

  Xiao Bao was like a madman, struggling with all his might. I shouted in a trembling voice: "I can barely hold on, no matter what you want to do, hurry up!"

  I almost cried, this kid is so fierce and almost bit me. Ren Binghua's face turned a little ugly, and a layer of fine sweat also seeped out on his forehead.

  "Now you believe he's being haunted by a vengeful spirit, don't you?" Ren Binghua sneered.

  I'm sure my head is spinning like a chicken pecking at food, and I hastily said: "Believe me, I believe you, hurry up and subdue him, I can't hold on anymore!"

  Ren Binghua took a deep breath, bit her right index finger and applied it to the yellow paper on Xiaobao's forehead. The yellow paper suddenly ignited and burned out in less than a second, leaving no residue.

  After the yellow paper burned, Xiaobao softened and fainted again. His complexion quickly returned to normal. At this time, Xiaobao looked a bit pale, but otherwise there was nothing special about him.

  She took a glance at Ren Binghua, whose condition was poor, panting heavily and sitting on the ground with her buttocks, regardless of her image.

  "Is... is that it?" I asked tentatively.

  Ren Binghua nodded slightly, seemingly very tired, and didn't even have the interest to talk to me. About ten minutes later, Ren Binghua stood up again, looking refreshed and spirited.

  I finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to one side. My nerves were no longer tense, but the pain hit me instantly, I took in a mouthful of cold air, lit a cigarette to calm my mood.

  I'm not a heavy smoker, I do smoke but very rarely. When going out, I habitually carry a pack of cigarettes with me, you never know when it might come in handy. Last time I went for an interview and was late, if the company's security guard hadn't given me a cigarette, I wouldn't have been able to get in at all.

  Ren Binghua chatted with Xiaobao's grandfather for a few sentences, gave him a talisman, and said it could ward off evil spirits. He asked for 6,600 yuan, adding the one he used earlier, totaling 13,320 yuan. The key is that Xiaobao's grandfather really agreed to give it.

  This scene is really embarrassing for me, I couldn't even find a job with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, and Ren Binghua, this "god stick", easily cheated over 10,000 yuan with just two fake contracts.

  However, the old man didn't have that much money in his pocket. He made a phone call to ask his son to drive over and bring some more, and he also warmly invited Ren Binghua to come to their home to take a look at Xiaobao, to see what kind of dirty thing he had gotten himself into, promising to pay an additional fee.

  I didn't dare to persuade her, I could only secretly resent it in my heart, hoping that Xiaobao's father would come and expose Ren Binghua's scam on the spot, so she wouldn't get a single penny.

  "Alright, maybe I'm just too pessimistic. But still, I don't want to believe that there are really ghosts in this world? Maybe what happened earlier was just Ren Binghua playing some trick on Xiaobao?"

  It's not that I'm too stubborn, it's just that I've received over a decade of brainwashing education. If I were to believe in ghosts, it would be like forcibly destroying my own worldview and outlook on life. At this time, I still didn't know that soon, my three views would be thoroughly remade.

  Xiao Bao's father is a rough and unrefined man, dressed very casually, with a thick gold chain around his neck the size of a thumb, looking like a nouveau riche.

  He was driving a certain off-road vehicle, and after getting out of the car, he came to beat me with great momentum. Fortunately, Xiao Bao's grandfather stopped him, so I avoided a beating.

  I imagined the scene where Xiaobao's dad took Ren Binghua as a scammer didn't happen, after Xiaobao's grandpa told him what happened, Xiaobao's dad immediately became gentle and respectful to Ren Binghua, inviting her home for a visit.

  In my opinion as a pseudo-indignant youth, all rich people are greedy for life and afraid of death, yet foolish. If someone told me that I was haunted by ghosts, I would definitely sneer at it and absolutely wouldn't be stupid enough to give money to swindlers.

  "Here, this is for your medical expenses, go take a look yourself." As he was leaving, Xiaobao's dad handed me a stack of Mao Zedong banknotes.

  Whoa, 1,000 yuan! What a pleasant surprise! I didn't expect that not only did I not lose money today, but I even made some. Turning back to find a small clinic to spend one or two hundred treating my wound, and there will still be quite a bit left over.

  Of course, I won't be so spineless, pretending to decline for a while. Xiao Bao's dad had a very resolute attitude, once he gave me the money, he wouldn't take it back. Anyway, this amount of money shouldn't mean much to him, so I accepted it with a clear conscience.

  At this time, Ren Binghua walked over: "Let's go together, the resentment of that vengeful spirit is very deep and can't be solved so easily. Your eight characters are too weak, it might cling to you, only when you thoroughly resolve it will you be safe."

  I curled my lip, Ren Binghua was treating me like a fool, thinking I couldn't see what she was staring at? I was bitten and bleeding profusely, but only got 1,000 yuan in medical expenses, yet she still dared to have designs on this 1,000 yuan.

  "Never mind, you're a superior person, this matter should be resolved by you. I still have to go to the hospital for a broken arm, so I won't interfere randomly." I firmly refused Ren Binghua's hypocritical invitation.

  Ren Binghua frowned: "Why don't you listen to advice? Your eight characters are surprisingly weak, and according to reason, you should be haunted by a hundred ghosts. If it weren't for your family... never mind, I've already advised you, don't believe me then. When you're haunted by vengeful spirits later, go cry about it!"

  After she finished speaking, she casually threw a business card at me and walked away. A gust of wind blew over, and the business card stuck directly to my face, causing me to shudder involuntarily.