Doctor Dou Yanfeng was in a particularly gloomy mood today, standing in front of the mirror, constantly turning his head to look at his own neck!
Yesterday, he muddled through and fainted in his office, and when he woke up, there was a bright red palm print on his neck, as if someone had slapped him hard enough to knock him out!
However, he had checked, and there was nothing unusual about his office, not even a footprint of an outsider, obviously, he wasn't knocked out by an attack!
"What a strange affair!"
As Dou Yanfeng massaged his still somewhat painful neck, he muttered to himself:
"Could it be a ghost?"
In Xiangjiang, there are many Feng Shui Masters who specialize in catching ghosts. If it had been before, Dou Yanfeng, an educated man, might not have believed in such things, but the current situation was too bizarre not to consider that possibility!
"Right, I cursed that dead brat yesterday, could it be his spirit coming back to trouble me?"
