When he mentioned his father, Zhang Xiaowu's face instantly turned gloomy.

“In the past few days, he only ate some thin porridge and was confused most of the time.

Even when he was awake, he didn't communicate with others. He just scribbled on the wall and muttered something he didn't know what he was talking about.

It looked like he was chatting with others, talking and laughing, and even arguing a few words from time to time.

My wife and I are busy at work and have no time to take care of his old man, so we can only hire a nanny to take care of his daily life.

But when the nannies found out about my dad's condition, they were all terrified and none of them could take care of him.

Just the day before yesterday, another one left. She said that my father always smiled at her and stared at her until she was covered in hair.

No matter how much money I pay, I don't want to do it at my house anymore.

I couldn't find a suitable person for a while, so my wife and I took turns taking care of him.

A day or two will be enough, but I’m afraid it will take a long time, and I really don’t know what to do.”

Su Ye cast a questioning look at me.

"Little Master, do you think there might be some evil spirit haunting Lao Zhang?"

I raised my eyebrows, but didn't jump to a conclusion immediately.

"Even if it's a common disease, you have to look, hear and ask. Whether it's evil or crazy, I have to see it with my own eyes to know."

Zhang Xiaowu heard the sound and quickly led the way.

"Look at my brain, I'm talking too much. Uncle Su, little master, please come with me."

We followed Zhang Xiaowu into a van, drove around the busy streets for several times, and finally stopped in front of an old house near the river.

This old house has gray bricks and blue tiles and looks quite old. The courtyard with three entrances and three exits looks very grand.

It seems that Su Ye is not bragging. To have such a big house in Jiangbei, his ancestors must be from a famous family.

"This is my family's ancestral home. I grew up in this home when I was a child. Unfortunately, it was confiscated a few years ago.

Originally, my work unit also allocated a house, which was enough for our family to live in.

But Uncle Su said that maybe changing to a familiar environment would help my dad's recovery, so we moved back to the house.

Thanks to Uncle Su's help in running around, the house was finally redeemed.

It’s just that there aren’t that many people at home now, and most of the rooms in this house are empty.”

Zhang Xiaowu looked sad, and his words were full of gratitude to Su Ye.

Su Ye patted Zhang Xiaowu on the shoulder and comforted him in a low voice.

"This kid, why are you talking about this?

Our families have been family friends for many years. I have watched you grow up since childhood.

If your father hadn't been so stubborn back then, his achievements today would never be lower than mine.

It can only be said that fate plays tricks on people, but fortunately everything is over now."

Su Ye seemed to be recalling the green years of his youth, his eyes full of sadness.

Zhang Xiaowu then raised his hand and made a gesture to invite him in.

"Please come in, little master."

I frowned and strode into the house.

Su Ye and Zhang Xiaowu saw this and hurriedly followed.

As I walked, I glanced around the house without saying a word.

"Little Master, is there anything unclean in this yard?"

Zhang Xiaowu asked with an anxious look.

"It's true that it's not very clean. You see, the walls in the front hall are all chipped. It's time to find someone to repair such a nice house.

Otherwise it will all be wasted.”

After that, I continued walking towards the backyard.

Su Ye walked to Zhang Xiaowu and whispered.

"Don't say too much. The young master is a man of real ability. He has already made up his mind after thinking about it.

Keep up."

As soon as I walked behind the screen wall in the backyard, I felt a dark wind blowing against my face.

He hurriedly raised his hands towards Su Ye and the two of them, signaling them to stop.

Looking through the holes in the shadow wall, two figures were standing in front of the courtyard wall not far away.

An old man wearing a loose white coat stood hunched in front of the wall, holding a paintbrush in his hand and carefully sketching on the wall.

Looking around, the walls of the entire courtyard are covered with lifelike murals.

Obviously this old man should be Su Ye's close friend, Zhang Fengqian.

Next to Zhang Fengqian, stood a short-haired woman holding a bowl of porridge. She looked to be in her thirties and should be Zhang Xiaowu's lover.

"Dad, this is the millet porridge I just made for you. Can you take a sip?"

Zhang Fengqian seemed not to have heard anything and turned a blind eye to his daughter-in-law, still immersed in his own world.

At this time, Zhang Fengqian looked pale and his complexion was very bad.

I glanced around at the murals on the wall and couldn't help but feel doubtful.

What Zhang Fengqian painted on the walls was neither flowers, birds, fish, insects, nor mountains, rivers, and trees, but various temple paintings with ancient styles.

If it were just a single painting, you might not be able to see any doorway, but the murals filling the courtyard look a bit weird.

In these murals, there are not only little ghosts with green faces and fangs, Yinglongs that move clouds and rain, but also many strange birds and animals.

There are heavenly weapons and divine craftsmen wearing armor, and four divine generals with green beards and red faces are clearly painted on the pillars on both sides.

These four divine generals either hold swords, hold pipa in their arms, or hold a big snake in their hands.

It's not difficult to identify them. They seem to be the four generals of the Demon Family, also known as the Four Heavenly Kings.

In addition to the four heavenly kings, there is also a portrait of the eight-armed Nezha not far away.

In addition, there are some scenes of subduing demons and offering sacrifices and praying for blessings.

Those who know this is a house, but those who don’t know may think they have entered a temple.

Now in front of Zhang Fengqian, there is a majestic portrait of a man holding a pagoda.

The body parts have been painted, leaving only the final facial expressions, which Zhang Fengqian is carefully embellishing.

These should be the murals of Tianwang Temple.

"Is there a Tianwang Temple in the Jiangbei area?"

I squinted my eyes and looked at Su Ye.

Su Ye shook his head, seeming to be confused.

"I don't remember this clearly either!"

Zhang Xiaowu frowned, as if he suddenly thought of something.

"Yes, I seem to have remembered it after saying that.

In Yangjiazhuang, five miles west of the city, there used to be a Tianwang Temple.

When something happened to my dad, he was locked up there from the beginning."

Zhang Xiaowu smacked his lips and looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"Is this related to my dad's illness?"

Before I could reply, I heard a crisp sound coming from the yard.

But it was Zhang Xiaowu's lover who accidentally dropped the porridge bowl on the ground, causing a clang and splashing millet porridge all over the floor.

Zhang Fengqian, who was originally concentrating, trembled slightly with his palm and wiped a stain on the cheek of the Heavenly King.

Zhang Fengqian's cheek slowly turned around, and under his long disheveled hair, a pair of cloudy old eyes were full of ghostly light.
Chapter completed!