Unexpectedly, Qin Sheng was about to call when his cell phone rang.

When I looked at the number, it turned out to be Yuan Shuai!

"So coincidental?"

Qin Sheng raised his eyebrows and answered the phone, "I am Qin Sheng."

"Qin Sheng, have you gotten up?" On the other end of the phone, Yuan Shuai's carefree voice was particularly loud through the loudspeaker.

"I'm up, if you have something to do, just say it."

Qin Sheng brought a bottle of milk for grapes and poured them into the bowl next to the little guy's meal plate.

"It's good to get up. I have something to do... it's not right. It's my dad's problem... it's not right. It's my dad's antique dealer friend. Something happened at home. I want to ask you to see if it can be solved." Yuan Shuai paused twice to explain his purpose.

"Is it the antique business friend who gave your father parchment and 'boxing'?" Qin Sheng asked carefully after hearing this.

"Yes, it's him." Yuan Shuai said affirmatively, and his voice suddenly lowered. "My dad, my friend, heard that his family was haunted last night! Qin Sheng, aren't you very powerful? My dad just wants you to go over and help to see if it can be solved."

"I said, this is playing the piano randomly. Qin Sheng, you are a martial arts master, not a Taoist priest or monk who eliminates demons. You can't help with this matter. It's easy to ask you to go there, but it can't solve the problem, so it's embarrassing!"

"Qin Sheng, you can't go directly. I've called, but it's up to you to decide whether to go or not. Besides, haunted things must be fake. Where do you think there are ghosts in this world? Qin Sheng, do you think so?"

Yuan Shuai nagged quickly.

Qin Sheng stopped and chuckled, "You are right, not right."

"What does it mean?" Yuan Shuai was stunned on the other end of his phone and said nervously, "Is there really a ghost in this world?"

"have!"

Qin Sheng said calmly, "It's just that it's not a ghost in the traditional sense. Although it can hurt people and scare people, it can be killed. Moreover, ghosts do not appear out of thin air. If you are interested, find some time to tell you. But you have figured it out clearly. Once you know these things, you have to endure crises and horrors that ordinary people can't imagine!"

"I..." Yuan Shuai was stunned.

"Now, you don't have to rush to tell me the answer. First, tell me the specific address of your father's antique dealer friend, and I'll go there now and see what's going on. If it's really a troublesome, I can help solve it." Qin Sheng said calmly.

"...Okay." Yuan Shuai responded, "I will send you a text message to the address. In fact, it is right next to my house. When you come over, I will wait at his door."

"Okay." Qin Sheng hung up the phone and looked at the grape. The little guy was happily licking and drinking milk. The food on the plate had been eaten.

Seeing this, Qin Sheng picked up the dining plate and went to the kitchen to clean it. When he came out, he had finished drinking the milk.

"Go, grapes!"

Qin Sheng waved, picked up the key, and opened the door.

“Meow!”

The grapes jumped, rushed out of the door, shook their heads, jumped and ran towards the stairs.

Along the way, grapes ran in front.

After arriving downstairs, Qin Sheng rode on his motorcycle, and Grape jumped, landed in the back seat, and clutched the rope firmly with his claws.

He picked up his cell phone and looked at the message sent by Yuan Shuai.

Qin Sheng started the motorcycle, drove out of the community, went up the avenue, and ran all the way.

When they arrived at the destination, at the gate of a villa group, Yuan Shuai was already waiting.

Hearing the security guard at the door, Qin Sheng drove a motorcycle slowly on the road in the community, followed Yuan Shuai to the antique commercial house.

"Well, Qin Sheng, if you feel unhappy later, we just leave just now, don't worry about them."

Yuan Shuai said awkwardly while walking quickly.

"What does it mean?" Qin Sheng was puzzled.

"You will know this when you arrive." Yuan Shuai smiled awkwardly.

Upon hearing this, Qin Sheng stopped asking, drove a motorcycle and moved forward slowly.

It was not until I arrived at the door of the antique commercial villa and saw a scene in the yard that I realized what "unhappiness" meant in Yuan Shuai's words.

An old man wearing a yellow Taoist robe and a rosy complexion was waving a whisk, surrounding a table filled with various offerings and three pillars of incense, muttering words and dancing.

While turning, he held the yellow talisman in his hand, pinched his fingers, lit the talisman paper, and burned in the air.

“Is this 'exorcism'?”

Qin Sheng stopped the motorcycle, walked into the door with grapes, and chuckled.

"Yes."

Yuan Shuai was embarrassed and explained in a low voice, "My father's friend's surname is Zhou. The family was suddenly haunted last night, and the whole family was scared. Early this morning, my father got the news and rushed over to visit him and mentioned you. Maybe he could help solve it. Uncle Zhou agreed without thinking much. But Uncle Zhou's wife found another person. It was this old Taoist priest who heard that he was a very powerful master. He was always outside and exorcising demons and ghosts, and he was very capable!"

"Ha, if he is powerful, I can go to heaven." Qin Sheng chuckled.

"Ah?" Yuan Shuai was stunned.

Just as they were about to ask, the two had already walked to the position where Yuan Ben'an and the antique dealer's family stood.

"Class Qin Sheng, please trouble you." Yuan Ben'an came first and said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, I have nothing to do today, so it's okay to come here to see it." Qin Sheng smiled.

"Well, Old Yuan, this little brother is the master you call me?" Next to Yuan Benan, a middle-aged man with a rich face and a small belly, looked at Qin Sheng in a strange tone and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, it's him." Yuan Ben'an introduced to Qin Sheng, "This is Qin..."

"No need." The middle-aged man shook his head and interrupted, "Old Yuan, I appreciate your kindness. But Master Fang is here, so don't bother this little brother anymore."

"But……"

"It's okay." Qin Sheng stopped Yuan Ben'an and said calmly, "Since this boss believes in Master Fang, then we'll just wait."

"Yes, yes, just wait a moment." The middle-aged man squeezed out a smile and said reluctantly, "I'll disturb you if you want your little brother to go there. Don't worry, I will pay the road fee when Master Fang finishes the matter."

"Is this a travel fee?" Yuan Shuai couldn't help but said sarcastically.

"Then you still want to..."

"Thank you, Boss Zhou, travel expenses, and so on. Then let's talk about it. How about we watch Master Fang's performance first?" A woman next to the middle-aged man was about to speak, but Qin Sheng immediately inserted it and interrupted.

"……OK!"

The middle-aged man looked ugly and glared at the woman next to him, and asked her to shut up while clenching her fists subconsciously.

Performance?

What Master Fang is doing now is just a performance!?

Yuan Benan also heard these two words, and subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, and wanted to laugh and immediately held it in his mouth.
Chapter completed!