I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

This is not the first time I have encountered a situation like this.

Not all businesses can make hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars. Sometimes, when doing business, not only do you not make any money, you also have to spend money on travel expenses.

Feng Shui may seem like a cost-free business, but it can easily lead to making enemies, getting killed, or encountering dangerous evil creatures.

High risk means high returns, and not everyone can earn this much money.

Seeing the money that Zhang Dagui had placed on the table, I felt a little uncomfortable. I didn't know why, even someone as greedy as Uncle Huzi suddenly changed his attitude and whispered to me, "Master, why don't we just go there? I think he's quite pitiful."

I guess Uncle Huzi was sobered up by those thunderbolts and started to lose interest in money.

I smiled and looked at Zhang Dagui: "Uncle Zhang, please tell me first what the specific situation is in your village. After I understand it, I can go over and take a look."

Zhang Dagui said awkwardly, "Master Wu, I heard that it's quite expensive to ask you to come forward. I only have this much money, and it was collected by the people in the village. I don't know if it's enough."

"That's enough, that's enough. Actually, you don't need that much money. Ten thousand yuan is enough. You can take the rest." I glanced at Uncle Huzi, and Uncle Huzi quickly counted out ten thousand yuan from the table and pushed the rest to Zhang Dagui.

"That's how much my young master says to take. You can take the rest." Uncle Huzi said with a smile.

Zhang Dagui was a little surprised: "I heard that asking Master Wu to help you would cost at least hundreds of thousands or even millions... At first I didn't dare to enter this door, but I didn't expect Master Wu to be so easy to talk to..."

"It depends on the situation. We don't always charge that much money. Uncle Zhang, please tell me quickly about the situation in your village. When did people start dying in your village?" I asked impatiently.

"People started dying in the village a month ago. At first, the villagers didn't take the few people who died seriously because they were all elderly people. But later, they felt something was wrong because these elderly people had been normal before they died. During the day, they were still chatting at the entrance of the village. It seemed that nothing was wrong. When they were found the next day, they were dead in bed, and their bodies were cold. Later, the situation became more and more serious. Even some middle-aged people in their forties and fifties died inexplicably at home, and one person died a day. The people in the village began to panic..." Zhang Dagui sighed.

"What was the state of those who died in the village like after death? Did they bleed from all seven orifices, or couldn't close their eyes?" The reason I asked this is because people who died abnormally will generally leave some signs. If their souls were devoured by ghosts, they will bleed from all seven orifices and die with their eyes open. If they were killed by someone, there would be wounds on their bodies. In any case, there will be some symptoms left behind.

But Zhang Dagui shook his head and said, "It's not what you said. After those people died, they looked like they were sleeping, very peacefully, and it felt like they died of old age."

This is a bit strange. It is not normal for one person to die in the village every day, and these people died so peacefully.

As the saying goes, when something is abnormal, there must be something wrong. There must be something strange about these people.

I pondered for a moment and asked again, "Before someone died in your village, did anything strange happen, such as someone dying suddenly, or strangers coming to the village?"

"No... I haven't heard of it. It just happened inexplicably. After a series of deaths in the village, the villagers discussed it and invited a fortune teller to come and help us figure out what was going on. But after the fortune teller came, he also died in his room the next day. He died very peacefully, lying on the bed without moving."

At this point, Zhang Dagui continued, "After the death of the Yin-Yang Master, a strange thing happened. After we buried him, a thick fog suddenly appeared around the village. It never dissipated, whether it was day or night. And just like before, one person died every day. The three or four hundred people in our village couldn't get out of the village. After walking around for a long time, they were still wandering around the village. I was the village chief, and I tried several times, but I was always trapped in the village. Until one day, I drank some wine and tried to run out of the village again. This time I didn't take the main road, but went through a cave."

"I discovered that cave when I was a child. Few people knew about that place. I drank some wine and became braver. I took the money collected by the villagers and walked out of the cave. When I was halfway there, I felt like someone was following me, which made me break out in a cold sweat. But when I looked back, I found no one was there. I bravely ran all the way. After I got out of the cave, I still felt someone behind me. I didn't dare to stop. I ran four or five miles in one breath and came to the main road. Then the feeling of being followed disappeared." Zhang Dagui looked at me with lingering fear.

"Then, you came to us?" Uncle Huzi couldn't help but ask.

"That's right. I walked for a long time before I arrived at the local county town, bought a ticket, and arrived in Yanbei before I found you." Zhang Dagui nodded.

I think this is very interesting and it aroused my curiosity.

As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. If I didn't go, I'm afraid everyone in this village would die.

There was no time to lose, so I stood up and said to Zhang Dagui, "Uncle Zhang, let's go now and take a look at your village."

Zhang Dagui heard this and stood up excitedly: "Leave now?"

"Well, let's go now. If we leave a day earlier, we may be able to save someone." I said seriously.

Zhang Dagui knelt down in front of me excitedly: "Master Wu, you are so kind-hearted. On behalf of the more than 300 people in Zhangjiabao, I would like to thank you for your kindness."

I hurried over and helped Zhang Dagui up: "Uncle Zhang, please don't be like this. At your age, kneeling down to me will shorten my life, right?"

As I said that, I turned around and looked at Uncle Huzi, and asked him to get ready and leave for northwest Shanxi immediately.

Actually, there’s nothing to pack. The things I use daily are all in my dragon-tiger mirror. Uncle Huzi just needs to order tickets for us.

After Uncle Huzi booked the tickets, a few of us left the alley, took a taxi, and headed straight for the station. My intuition told me that what was about to happen might be very dangerous.