The Angel's Descent Chapter 10

At dusk, the people of Hangzhou saw an extremely strange scene: a big man in a black suit holding an umbrella walked in front, and a man who was soaked to the skin followed behind.

If you look closely, you can see a silk thread extending from the umbrella of the big man in the black suit. The thread is tied to the neck of the man behind him. He is led like a cow and walked through the most prosperous streets in Hangzhou.

This man had dementia in his eyes. He was actually Doctor He, who once performed the miracle of entering a trance for ten days and later opened a medicine shop by the West Lake.

Doctor He is a legendary figure in the eyes of Hangzhou people. When the big man in a black suit led Doctor He through Yingbi Street for the second time, more than a hundred people followed behind to watch the fun.

Everyone saw that Dr. He was finally led into a courtyard with black roofs and white walls. After the gate was closed, it was never opened again.

By noon the next day, most people in Hangzhou knew the origin of this house. The first owner of this house was a Shanghai banker who was killed by his enemies when he came here to hide from his creditors; the second owner was a Guangdong newspaper owner who kept a c0ncubine here. Later, the c0ncubine suffered from mental illness. After she was taken away, the house has been empty ever since.

I heard that two years ago, the house had a new owner, but no one moved in. Some people said that the owner was the boss of a pharmaceutical factory in Sichuan. After he bought the house, his home caught fire and his entire family died.

This is a haunted house.

The news of Mason's death reached the Security Department. When team leader Zhou Fuyuan was about to send someone to investigate, the phone on his desk rang. After answering the call, Zhou Fuyuan canceled the operation. Someone asked in confusion: "Do you care about the life or death of Dr. He?" Zhou Fuyuan said unhappily: "Who cares about my life or death?"

It rained continuously, and Mason was unconscious for ten days. During these ten days, he did not see Shen Xipo again. An old maid brought him porridge twice a day, and he fell asleep after drinking it. He was in a room on the second floor, and he could see the flowers and plants downstairs from the window. The door was closed gently by the old maid every time, and judging from the sound, it was not locked.

But Mason had no will to escape, and he didn't even want to get up. This was a large carved bed, with four fan-shaped white porcelain tiles on the bed rails, and ancient landscape paintings on them. There was a toilet under the bed, which was the only reason Mason got out of bed.

For ten days, some people knocked on the gate of the house, but there was no response. Later, someone climbed up the wall and peeked inside. There was no one in the yard. Suddenly, there was a flash of white light, and he fell to the ground, with half of his eyebrow shaved off.

So, this haunted house became a ghost house again.

At noon on the eleventh day, Mason drank the rice porridge, his neck felt numb, and he fell limp on the bed. The door knocked softly, and the old woman left. When Mason was about to fall asleep, the door knocked softly again. He opened one eye, and the door was closed. A pair of muddy cloth shoes came to the bedside.

Before Mason saw the man's whole body, his eyelids drooped sadly and he was no longer able to open them. He only felt his right hand being lifted up, and then a cold feeling inserted into his middle finger.

This chill penetrated into his lungs, and He An's eyelids became energetic as if they were recharged. He opened them immediately and saw a thin face. This man was in his sixties, with a very dirty beard. He hadn't washed his face for a long time, but his eyes were as clear as spring water, which seemed to wash away all your troubles.

Mason saw a silver needle stuck in the middle finger of his right hand, knowing that he had been given acupuncture. The man whispered, "You have been drugged. Peng Yiting is my young master."

Mason: "Peng Yiting?" The man smiled: "Nolan's seventh son. The Peng family has a restaurant in Hangzhou. I provide vegetables. I know you are friends with the Seventh Master."

Mason's mind flashed with the image of Nolan's aloof figure. He tried to sit up, but his limbs were still numb. The vegetable farmer of the Peng family carried Mason on his back, opened the door, and walked out of the corridor.

The vegetable farmer from the Peng family walked down the stairs with steady steps and a dignified manner. Mason said, "Be careful." He said, "No need." He raised his voice, and his tone carried the coldness of one of the seven sons of the Peng family.

The two of them went down the stairs and saw a long corridor on the first floor with about seven or eight rooms. The door of a room slowly opened. Shen Xipo stuck his head out and looked at the two of them with extremely tired eyes. He said weakly: "Who are you?" He: "I'm a vegetable grower."

Shen Xipo sighed, lowered his head, and closed the door.

The vegetable farmer stopped breathing and slowly walked past Shen Xipo's door, carrying Mason on his back. The door was quiet, with no movement.

The vegetable farmer regained his breathing and continued to move forward.

When he reached the first room, the vegetable farmer stopped.

The door slowly opened and Shen Xipo walked out with an apologetic look on his face.

Shen Xipo: "I don't want to play tricks, but the structure of this house is very complicated." The vegetable farmer: "Do I have to keep some skills before I can leave?"

There were ripples on Shen Xipo's tired eyelids, like the sound of ripples on a lake.

The farmer stretched out his left hand and held the open door. The door was made of fine pear wood, unpainted, and the natural wood grain looked like a flying phoenix.

But the phoenix seemed to jump a little, and the feathers on its long tail became much richer.

Shen Xipo's eyes flashed like a meteor, and like a meteor, it flashed and disappeared. He still looked tired, and said softly: "It didn't crack the door, but it changed the original texture of the wood. The power was controlled very well. Not only is his martial arts superb, but his grasp of the special texture of pear wood is also very accurate."

Vegetable farmer: "Before I started growing vegetables, I worked as a blacksmith, a stonemason, and a carpenter."

Shen Xipo: "I admire you. Please go."

The vegetable farmer carried Mason to the gate of the yard. When he pulled the bolt, a ray of white light shot out from the gap in the door, then flashed and retracted.

The vegetable farmer stood there in a daze, his hands gripping the door bolt tighter and tighter.

Shen Xipo came up from behind and said gently, "You were stabbed in the abdomen by a sword. The sword was very thin and was pulled out faster than it was inserted. The wound closed before it could open, and the blood didn't have a chance to spurt out."

The farmer unlatched the door and turned around. Shen Xipo took out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and handed it to the farmer. He said slowly, "If you walk like a normal person and walk home, your intestines will not rupture. Take the medicine according to this prescription and your intestines will be healed within ten days. If you use force, your intestines will rupture."

The farmer's clear eyes turned cloudy, and he murmured, "Your behavior is very strange." Shen Xipo smiled, "There's nothing strange about it. It's the same as yours. We don't want to kill anyone, we just want to show off our martial arts skills."

The farmer took the prescription, Shen Xipo helped Mason off his back, and then opened the gate. The farmer stared at the door with his eyes wide open, trying to see the person using the sword clearly.

There was no one outside the door, just the blue-gray street.

The vegetable farmer sighed, looked at Mason,   and slowly walked out the door.

Shen Xipo closed the gate, stepped forward and held Mason's arm, saying in a friendly manner: "I didn't expect the Peng family would save you. The grudges in the martial arts world are really puzzling." Mason: "Don't make it difficult for them." Shen Xipo: "Don't worry, the Peng family is not the one we are waiting for."

Mason let him support him as he went upstairs and into the house.