BOSS, Luck is Coming!

"So there are really ghosts in the world?" Yin Shu thoughtfully.

"Ghosts are actually consciousnesses derived from the human heart, with the most intuitive emotions before life, such as love, resentment, persistence, madness, grief, despair...They come from the heart, and they will also be annihilated in the heart." Qi Yi thought for a while. To put it in a simpler way, "It is equivalent to a kind of germ that is formed after death, and most people can't see it, but it can affect people's mood, health and luck."

Yin Shu's heart moved, and suddenly asked: "You are on me, have you also seen...'Ghost'?"

Qi Yi nodded: "Yes."

Things that Yin Shu had doubted gradually became clear at this time.

"Why do ghosts entangle me?" He hasn't had a day of stability since he was a child. "I think I have a clear conscience. Although I am not a good person, I have never done anything that hurts the world."

"Your situation is quite special." Qi Yi explained earnestly, "The'ghost' on you does not come from you, but from the grievances of your ancestors. Yin Shu, take the liberty to ask, is the history of your Yin family's ancestors... …Not very clean?"

Yin Shu was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice, "It's not the Yin family, but the Zhao family."

"what?"

"My real name is'Zhao Qiyun'. When I was seven years old, I was adopted by the Yin family and changed my name to'Yinshu'." Yin Shu said slowly, "I don't have much memory of the Zhao family, but after my later investigation, I probably know that the Zhao family was once prominent. , But the reputation is extremely poor. My mother died of dystocia, and my father died of an accident when I was two or three years old. The rest of the Zhao family went their separate ways, and I was left in the orphanage until I was adopted by the Yin family. "

Qi Yi didn't expect that Yin Shu would be the adopted son of the Yin family. No wonder the Yin family was not affected by ghosts, but still so beautiful...Wait, that's not right! It stands to reason that with Yin Shu's ghostly intensity, anyone close to him will be affected. Not to mention that the Yin family has lived with him for 20 years. Even if they only get along for a few days, they may be caught in bad luck. How did they stay completely unaffected?

Yin Shu suddenly seemed to have thought of something, his face turned gloomy, and asked dryly: "My parents' death, could it be because of me?"

"this……"

"That's why I was abandoned by my relatives, because I would bring them bad luck and disaster?" Yin Shu's fingers trembled slightly, and the whole person fell into some kind of horrified suspicion. .

"Don't rush to the conclusion." Qi Yi sat beside him, put his hand on his shoulder, and whispered softly, "Yin Shu, although accidents happen to you from time to time over the years, people who really died of accidents have died. there's a few?"

Yin Shu was stunned, silently thinking for a moment, his expression gradually returning to calm.

"But, I do cause harm to people around me, don't I?"

"It's not your fault. On the contrary, you have suppressed them for nearly thirty years by your own will, and you have to bear the bitterness alone. This is definitely not something ordinary people can do." Qi Yi held his hand tightly, "Yin Shu ,You're amazing."

Yin Shu looked at him quietly, with fluorescence flashing in his eyes, like a large pet, seeking his owner's approval and comfort.

Unable to touch his head in his heart, Qi Yi continued: "So don't take your sins on your body. Our top priority is to find a way to solve your problems."

"Can it be solved?" Yin Shu asked hurriedly.

"I'm not very sure," Qi Yi said, "I have to wait until I finish investigating Zhao Minghui before I have an answer."

"What does this matter have to do with Zhao Minghui?"

"His situation is very similar to yours. I guess he is related to you by blood."

"Yes, Zhao Minghui is my uncle." Yin Shu's eyes were cold, "However, he doesn't know my existence."

"That's it." Qi Yi didn't have many surprises. "The ghosts on his body are very active, but strangely, he can remove them every once in a while. I think he must have mastered some special method of reduction. ."

"That's why you went to work as a security guard at the White Oak Pavilion where he was."

"Yes." Qi Yi smiled slightly, "Do you understand this now and stop being angry?"

Yin Shu stared at his smile, unable to look away for a long time.

"Qi Yi, will you be a little disappointed in me?"

"Disappointed? Why?" Qi Yi puzzled.

"I'm just the adopted son of the Yin family. When I leave the Yin family, I am nothing."

Qi Yi pointed to himself: "Do you know who I am?"

"You are Qi Yi."

"Yes, I am Qi Yi. I am also an orphan and the adopted son of the Mo family, but I have a name and a surname, and I have my own pursuit and life. Whether I stay in the Mo family or leave the Mo family, I am still Qi Yi." Looking directly into his eyes, "And you, Yin Shu, is Yin Shu."

At this moment, Yin Shu felt that all the dangers he had encountered might be the price he had to pay in order to meet the person in front of him.

He slowly embraced Qi Yi in his arms, pressed against his cheek, absorbing his warmth.

Qi Yi paused, then reached out and hugged him back. This is a strong and fragile man with a lonely and deserted heart under his shrewd appearance. Except for his adoptive parents, there are probably no other people close to him.

He and Yin Shu are like two extremes, one is short and gorgeous, and the other is long and dry. Fortunately and unfortunately, there is only a fine line between them.

After being honest, Yin Shu and Qi Yi decided to investigate Zhao Minghui together. Yin Shu is responsible for investigating Zhao Minghui's interpersonal relationship and other related information, while Qi Yi is responsible for observing Zhao Minghui's ghostly changes.

The last time I paid special attention to 506, the head of the household was named Zhao Song, who was Zhao Minghui’s cousin, who was also Yin Shu’s cousin grandfather.

According to the results of Yin Shu’s investigation, Zhao Song, Zhao Minghui, and Zhao Minghui’s son Zhao Jun, who are still alive in Zhao’s family, are still alive. Zhao Jun is 22 years old and is studying in the UK. Other Zhao family members died in succession over the years, most of them died of diseases and accidents, and almost none of them died. Although Zhao Song, who is in his seventies, has a long life, he still suffers from illnesses and inconvenience. He needs someone to take care of him all the year round.

From this point of view, the Zhao family seemed to have all suffered retribution. That being the case, why didn't Yin Shu's ghost spirit be resolved or reduced? The ghost spirit comes from the Zhao family, and it should end up in the Zhao family. Why can Zhao Minghui take care of himself? How did he get rid of his ghost?

After working in the White Oaks Pavilion for a month, Qi Yi met Zhao Minghui more than a dozen times, and his ghost spirit changed every time. Especially five days ago, his ghost spirit suddenly dissipated, and it was not until two or three days later that he condensed again.

"If you look at these things, you might find something strange." Yin Shu handed Qi Yi a pile of information.

Qi Yi read it carefully. A few minutes later, he was surprised and said: "Zhao Minghui has so many mistresses?"

"This is only part of city a, and other places have not been investigated." There are thirty or forty in city a.

"Huh?" Qi Yi said suspiciously, "There are so many mistresses, but no illegitimate child?"

Most of them have a record of miscarriage, and even after giving birth, the child will not live to be three years old.

"What do you think?" Yin Shu looked at Qi Yi.

Qi Yi didn't speak, and noticed that the date of one of the women's miscarriage happened when Zhao Minghui's ghost spirit suddenly disappeared.

"If there are no accidents, this is probably his way to resolve ghosts." Qi Yi looked serious, and the paper in his hand was crumpled by him.

"Do you know what the method is?"

"Bloodline sacrifices to spirits. I have heard from the master once mentioned that this is an extremely damaging method. At the time, I only regarded it as a rumor, and I didn't expect that someone would actually use it."

"Can you make it clearer?"

"I don't know exactly how to use it." Qi Yi dropped the information, picked up the teacup, and said lightly, "The only thing that is certain is that we can't use this method."

Yin Shu was not particularly disappointed. He just thought for a moment and said, "Even if it's useless, I will investigate it thoroughly."

"Well, I support you." Qi Yi nodded in agreement.

"I didn't find anyone around Zhao Minghui who knows the sidelines. Do you have any suggestions?"

"I think," Qi Yi closed his eyes and replied, "Your grandfather should be able to solve our doubts."

Three days later, Zhao Song was secretly "invited" by Yin Shu to a temporarily rented apartment. Although I have read the information, I still feel shocked when I really see me.

In his seventies, Zhao Song had loose skin and white hair, and was paralyzed in a wheelchair weakly. With drooping eyes, half-open and half-closed, he looked at Yin Shu dimly.

He said vaguely: "Who are you...?"

"Have you forgotten me, grandpa?" Yin Shu replied coldly.

"Grandpa Biao?" Zhao Song was in a daze, "Oh, are you Zhao Jun?"

"No, I am Zhao Qiyun."

"Zhao Qiyun? Zhao Qiyun... Zhao... Qi... Yun..." Zhao Song opened his eyes suddenly, as if trying to see Yin Shu clearly, but only saw a cloud of black mist, like a ghost. His voice trembled, "You, are you here to kill?"

"Yes."

"Ha, ha ha, I knew it, I knew there was such a day." Zhao Song laughed madly, "The other people in our old Zhao family were also killed by you? We were sorry for you back then, and you really came back to retaliate. !"

Yin Shu asked, "Why do you Zhao family sorry for me?"

"Woo, woo, woo... it's all our sins, we're all our sins." Zhao Song burst into tears, and started chattering without being forced to ask. "Our Zhao family was a hero three hundred years ago, and people are prosperous. Rich and noble than a generation. However, the ancestors made money with blood with black hearts. The appearance is glamorous and the inside is dirty. This is a common problem of large families, and few are clean. The Zhao family comes out in large numbers, but most of them are partial talents. When the scenery is proud, no one would have thought of what kind of bitterness the descendants of the Zhao family will endure."

After a few violent coughs, Zhao Song gasped and said, "By the time of his grandfather's generation, the Zhao family began to shrink sharply. Although the family business has grown, the number of people who are sick and dying has increased. Some children even have not reached adulthood. It died. By the time of our generation, there are only five direct bloodlines left, and three of them have not survived 30 years. You must know that there are two or three hundred people from the Zhao family’s direct line and the collateral line, but in a hundred years, it has dropped sharply. When we reached a dozen or twenty people, this had to be frightening. However, at the time, my brothers and sisters and I did not think deeply, until they died one by one, I realized that the situation was not right."