What Is the Explanation for Thinking About Demons?

Wei Xueyan's profession is very special, specializing in treating the heart ailments of dead people. Rumor has it that if the coffin boards cannot be closed, the deceased was obsessed with it and remained silent for a long time. And she was the underworld psychiatrist who helped the dead resolve their knots. Until one day, Zheng Mingyuan, a living person, came to her door and said, Master Wei, I have inner demons. I don't care about living people. Wei Xue didn't even raise her cigarette. I am naturally weak, so I just book the service in advance. The smile on his face was bright, and he was dragging them for a morning run in the next second. Today I am picking out beaded flowers at the rouge shop, and tomorrow I am choosing hostas at the jewelry store. I want to buy a trousseau for the bride. The people in the city are stunned. This sickly young man is probably possessed by a ghost. The accident happened on the vigil night. Wei Xueyan knelt in front of her grandfather's mausoleum, and the coffin suddenly cracked open. He suddenly remembered the old man's withered hand holding half a jade pendant when he died. It turned out that this was the real customer. When Wei Xueyan was grabbing the medicine, the general's scabbard deliberately knocked over his medicine bag. Wei Xueyan was about to pack it away when he suddenly heard the shopkeeper lamenting to the east of the city. Three people in the East Li Mansion died in half a month. Even the watchdog vomited black blood. He might as well check the old lady's He stood up from the coffin, flicking the corners of his clothes. The jade pendants in his sleeves jingled behind him. Zheng Mingyuan suddenly coughed. There was a hint of rouge on the veil, which was very similar to the color of the sedan curtain that was lifted by the wind when Miss Li got married.