After Yu Nian said this, everyone was utterly confused.
However, Zhao Bo inside the room didn't shout and scream as he did before. Instead, he eerily fell silent.
Not long after, the door was opened again. Zhao Bo's face was much paler than before. He staggered to stand up straight. Only then did everyone notice his left leg wrapped in thick bandages.
The arrogance on Zhao Bo's face vanished completely, and he looked dejected and listless.
The look in his eyes when he glanced at Yu Nian was filled with horror and awe. "Please come in..."
Seeing Zhao Bo's attitude change so rapidly, Shi Ce was a bit puzzled. "Master, what does 'a beam hanging over one's head' mean?"
Yu Nian looked at the door leisurely. "You'll know soon enough."
Everyone walked into the room one by one. There, they saw a huge beam embedded in the ceiling, stretching from the entrance all the way to the bedroom.
Yu Nian explained, "In feng shui, a beam is a form of negative energy. 'A beam hanging over one's head' refers to the situation where there's a beam right above the place where people move around, sit, or lie. This is a big taboo in feng shui. If a person stays in such a feng shui environment for a long time, not only will their luck be hindered, but they may also suffer financial losses and physical harm."
After hearing this, Zhao Bo's face turned extremely ugly.
No wonder he inexplicably fell off his motorcycle on a flat ground and broke his leg! It turned out that it was all because of the bad feng shui in this unlucky house!
Zhao Bo recalled Yu Nian's words and frowned. "Master, what do you mean by being haunted by resentment?"
Yu Nian stared at Zhao Bo for a while and then took out a very delicate small bottle from his bag.
Feng Chengyuan asked in a low voice, "What's this?"
"Willow leaves soaked in the dew collected on Tomb - Sweeping Festival for three days."
Yu Nian poured out the dew and splashed two drops on Zhao Bo's eyelids while silently chanting a rhythmic incantation.
After finishing all this, Yu Nian glanced in the direction of the mirror and said to Zhao Bo, "I've opened your celestial eye. Go and take a look."
Zhao Bo walked to the mirror blankly. As soon as he looked up, he almost had a heart - attack.
Although it was clearly his face in the mirror, the expression was so strange and even a bit ferocious. His originally normal skin was an ominous shade of blue - purple. His lower body was immersed in a blood - red mist, and it seemed as if he was about to be swallowed up at any moment.
Zhao Bo's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
Yu Nian took in his reaction and said calmly, "The resentment has already invaded your body. Before long, you'll die of an incurable illness."
Zhao Bo came to his senses and staggered towards Yu Nian, trying to grab his ankle.
Feng Chengyuan's face was frighteningly cold. He lifted his foot and kicked Zhao Bo aside, with a strong look of disgust in his eyes.
Zhao Bo lowered his posture even more and pleaded through tears, "Master, I was wrong before. Please save me!"
Yu Nian stared into his eyes. "Do you really want to live?"
Zhao Bo nodded desperately. Who in this world didn't want to live?
Yu Nian's eyes were cold. "Fine. I'll ask you. Did you already know the strangeness of Room 403?"
Zhao Bo's face froze. After hesitating for a long time, he nodded. "Room 403 is an old house left by my father. What's living inside... is not a living person, but my father's ashes."
"Why did you do this?"
Zhao Bo stammered, "I heard from others that if you place a dead person in a yang house where the living live, they will protect their descendants and bring good luck and longevity to their offspring..."
Zhao Bo's voice got softer and softer. Finally, he lost his confidence and shut up awkwardly.
Yu Nian's gaze fell on the picture of Zhong Kui pasted at the entrance of Zhao Bo's bedroom. He sneered.
This Zhao Bo really knew how to cover his tracks.
He was also worried that not burying his father properly would incur his father's resentment, so he specially hung a picture of Zhong Kui to ward off evil spirits. No wonder the old ghost in Room 403 couldn't find his son and could only keep asking others for help.
Shi Ce was confused for a while. Now he understood everything. He rushed forward and grabbed Zhao Bo's collar. "You're so immoral! Why don't you live next to the urn yourself?"
Zhao Bo knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare to say a word.
Yu Nian said calmly, "You've done a stupid thing that harms others and yourself. As a result, your father is having a hard time over there, without clothes or food. You'd better come with us. Go to Room 403, take out your father's ashes, bury him, and then burn some paper money for him to appease his resentment."
In the evening, everyone returned to Room 403. Zhao Bo took out the long - sealed key and opened the door. A sinister aura rushed towards them. Zhao Bo shivered in fear but summoned up his courage and walked in.
Room 403 hadn't been occupied for a long time. There was no electricity in the house, so the lights couldn't be turned on. All the windows were tightly covered by thick curtains, without a single ray of light.
Zhao Bo groped around in the pitch - black room and suddenly bumped into something cold and hard.
Zhao Bo shuddered. He felt a cold breeze blowing all over his body. He let out a scream and turned to run, but was suddenly grabbed by the back of his neck by Yu Nian.
"Where are you running?"
Under the light of the mobile phone, Zhao Bo then found out that it was a mirror.
He let out a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to calm down, he saw a vague figure slowly appearing in the mirror.
The figure had its back to everyone, so they could only see its hunched back and pale hair.
The figure was getting closer and clearer, as if it was about to step out of the mirror the next second.
Shi Ce rubbed his eyes. He felt that the back was extremely familiar. After a moment of daze, he exclaimed to Zhao Bo, "Your... your dad is coming out!"
Zhao Bo was almost scared unconscious. His legs were weak, and he clung tightly to his walking stick.
He really didn't expect that his father's ghost would be so ferocious. With the master right in front of him, he dared to show himself!
The old ghost seemed to hear Shi Ce's voice and slowly turned around. The slower his movements were, the more terrified everyone became.
Just as the old ghost was about to climb out of the mirror, he let out a low sneer and then suddenly disappeared.
Everyone was a bit dazed. What on earth did this old ghost want to do?
The next moment, Zhao Bo suddenly let out a shrill scream. A wisp of ghostly green fire suddenly shot out from the house and rushed straight towards Zhao Bo.
Zhao Bo couldn't dodge in time. The skin on the part hit by the ghost fire peeled off, turning red and burning with intense pain.
Zhao Bo staggered and fled desperately in the room, limping and howling.
He despaired, "Why is it only chasing and attacking me?"
Zhao Bo didn't know how long he had been running. The wound on his leg reopened. Finally, he was exhausted and fell to the ground.
The ghost fire also stopped floating. A cold air slowly rose from beside Zhao Bo, and a thin old man appeared in front of everyone.
He had sparse beards, drooping eyebrows and eyes, and a black mole between his eyebrows.
It was Old Man Zhao whom Shi Ce had dreamed about for a whole month!
Suddenly facing this pale and lifeless face, Zhao Bo rolled his eyes and shouted, "Ghost—"
The old man's beard twitched. He lifted his leg and kicked Zhao Bo, saying coldly, "Look clearly. I'm your father."