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After Huang Dongbo left, Taomuling said to Feng Junzi: "Why don't you let me speak? In fact, the method you taught him is also very reasonable. This is a reinforced psychological suggestion that allows him to protect his self-awareness."

Feng Junzi: "Is that true? You can explain this."

Taomuling: "Your approach in this regard is really worth learning from. You make your fingers into a strange shape is a strong hint, and this move is something you remembered temporarily."

Feng Junzi: "Of course not. This is a kind of handprint, and you can't understand it even if you say it."

Taomuling: "Forget it, our opinions are always inconsistent, but I don't object to your approach. Do you think that Huang Dongbo will be fine?"

Feng Junzi: "I don't like this kind of person. I just want to send him away earlier. As for what I said, it's true, and I won't lie to him. Whether he has something to do, only God knows. You have to know that disasters are disasters, and sometimes human power cannot be forced. What I told him and the methods I taught him are absolutely effective, but his own disasters can only be determined by how he has survived them."

...

After experiencing a night of shock in the hotel, Huang Dongbo realized that moving was not very useful, so he went home on the same day. However, now he did not dare to spend the night alone at home. He called several single employees to play mahjong at his house, and enthusiastically asked two of them that were also bachelors who were renting houses outside. If they felt that their living conditions were not good, they could move in with him. Anyway, the house was rented by the company and it was also a benefit of the unit. He also said that if everyone found any better houses, they could rent them from the company to live there.

Several employees were just perfunctory leaders and had to come. Now they felt a little strange when they saw Huang Dongbo's attitude, but they couldn't say anything, and they all agreed casually. Once the mahjong was rubbed, it would never end. In the middle of the night, Huang Dongbo was a little anxious to get up and go to the bathroom. While washing his hands in the bathroom, he accidentally looked up at the mirror and suddenly found that Ding Xiaoyu's figure in the mirror was standing behind him gloomy, with one eye emitting a resentful luster, staring at him tightly.

Suddenly, Huang Dongbo was frightened and turned around and looked behind him. There was nothing behind him. He turned around to look in the mirror. Ding Xiaoyu's appearance seemed to have changed. Blood flowed out of his facial features, and he was thrusting forward, and raised his arms as if he was about to struggle out of the mirror. Huang Dongbo suddenly remembered the handprints taught by Feng Junzi. He had practiced them alone countless times. In this case, he didn't have time to think about it. He formed the handprints and pointed his index finger at Ding Xiaoyu's forehead in front of him.

His fingers poked heavily on the mirror, and only a crisp sound was heard. The mirror suddenly exploded, and Ding Xiaoyu's shadow disappeared without knowing where to go. A piece of splashing glass fragment was stabbing Huang Dongbo's left eye. Huang Dongbo screamed, covered his face and fell to the ground, and blood flowed out of his fingers.

At this time, the few people in the living room didn't know what was going on, and they only heard a sound of glass shattering and Huang Dongbo's screams from the bathroom.

...

A few days later, under the repeated urging of Taomuling, Feng Junzi and her went to the hospital to visit Huang Dongbo. Huang Dongbo has now completely calmed down and there is no strange phenomenon to pester him again. Just as Feng Junzi said, the ghost has disappeared. However, Huang Dongbo lost one of his eyes.

After returning home, Taomuling deliberately teased Feng Junzi: "It's really like you said, you can't escape disaster. But since you taught him the handprints, why did he blind one eye? Did you not learn well when your master taught you? Is there any finger that was wrong in the posture?"

Feng Junzi didn't care about the sarcastic meaning in Taomuling's tone. He said calmly: "What I taught is indeed wrong. I want to ask you, a psychologist, to ask you a question. Do you understand Freud's theory about mistakes?"

Taomuling: "Of course I know, you should know too, ask me what I do?"

Feng Junzi: "The handprint I taught him was completely correct, but I forgot one thing, that is, this handprint must be effective only if it is blood. That is to say, when he pointed out his index finger, he should first pierce the finger and let the blood flow out or bite the tip of his tongue and spray the blood. He didn't know this, so he ended up paying the price of bleeding. However, I forgot at that time, and I swear I didn't forget it on purpose."

Taomuling: "This may indicate a problem. Your true wish in your heart is probably not to help him. Do you really want to use your handprint to deal with that poor woman in your heart? She is dead, will she still be hit?"

Feng Junzi: "Mu, you made a mistake this time. The handprint I taught was not a way to hurt the ghost, but to send her back. It is said that after a person dies, the wronged soul cannot find the way to be reborn, and lingers in the world and suffers so much. The handprint is called the handprint of rebirth."

Taomuling: "Do you always like to make things so mysterious? Don't you want to hear some scientific explanation?"
Chapter completed!