When Zhou Qiang's family heard me say that, they did not even wait to invite us in. Their gratitude was beyond words.
They kept nodding at me. Zhou Qiang's father even tilted his head and squinted as he said:
"Good, good, good! I grew up here. I know this place like the back of my hand. I know where every tree and every rock is."
Zhou Qiang's father had spent several years bent over with his back folded at the waist. Usually, he spoke with his head tilted and his eyes squinting.
Now that he had suddenly straightened up, he still could not break the habit of tilting his head and squinting.
I nodded.
"That's for the best. Uncle, you can slowly train yourself to correct the habit of tilting your head. As for the squinting, you'll need a pair of corrective glasses. You'll return to normal very quickly."
"That's wonderful! You really are a great benefactor! Um, Daoist, how much do you charge? As long as my family can afford it, I'll pay. I absolutely will!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Daoist, you're too kind. We've been bent over and hunched for years. We couldn't even work, and people looked down on us. Now we can finally stand straight and speak with our heads held high."
Zhou Qiang's parents kept talking.
I waved my hand.
"Zhou Qiang has already paid. There's no charge."
The three of them were deeply moved. They hurriedly invited us inside to sit.
The room was filled with old, worn-out furniture. Even the television was an outdated model. Their life could only be described as extremely impoverished.
At the same time, I examined their house.
There was no sinister Yin aura or ghostly energy in the house, which meant there were no ghosts inside.
The evil entity