Quick Travel: The host only wants to make money

Mao Gengen looked at the Yin Qi above the villa and said, "This Yin Qi seems to be a bit seeping into people, but we still have to go in. After all, taking people's money and eliminating disasters with them is the rule of our industry."

Xia Mian nodded and just said, "No hurry, just wait."

Mao Genggen was stunned for a moment, then looked at the sky and realized that it was nine o'clock in the morning. If the Yang Qi was at its strongest until twelve o'clock, then the Yin Qi would not be able to cause any harm to them.

It is also when the ghost is at its weakest and the best time to act.

"Yes, wait a minute, you are still thoughtful, but do you really have no idea of ​​going to the Taoist Association?"

Pang Hai outside the screen said excitedly: "Yes, yes, Lao Mao is right."

Xia Mian was a little helpless. This old Taoist priest wanted her to join some Taoist priest association, but now she was not even a Taoist priest, and she was uncertified.

Xia Mian waved her hand, "Master Mao, let's talk about this later! All I want to do now is get this done, and then get paid to expand my dim sum shop."

Mao Yigen smiled coquettishly, "Okay, okay, we'll talk about it later."

They waited for a while, until finally the sun came out, and Mao Yian stood up from the ground with his mobile phone.

Before that, he had already chatted all over the world with the netizens in the live broadcast room, ranging from ghost hunting to food, and finally he even advertised for Xia Mian's snack shop.

Xia Mian felt that being an old Taoist priest was really a waste of talent, and it might be more suitable to be a salesperson.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Xia Mian stood up and patted Yang Xiaoran, who was leaning against her slightly drowsily.

"Yang, let's go, you can go in."

As soon as he heard that he could go in, Yang Xiaoran's drowsiness disappeared instantly.

After shaking his head, he cautiously followed Xia Mian and the old Taoist priest into the villa.

As soon as they entered the villa, everyone felt something different. It was obviously a sunny day. When they were outside the villa, they felt warm from the sun. Now when they entered the villa, they felt cold all over.

It felt like falling into an ice cellar, and I felt the coldness rushing from the soles of my feet to my heart.

Yang Xiaoran trembled all over, swallowed, and held the amulet painted by Xia Mian tightly in her hand.

"Xiao Xiazi, is there really a ghost here?"

Xia Mian squinted her eyes and looked around. She felt that the layout of this villa had a special meaning, but the old Taoist priest said that the richest man Lin had spent a lot of money to visit this place.

Xia Mian thought it was a bit strange, so she asked someone to look at it, but in the end it turned into a haunted house?

Xia Mian and the old Taoist priest looked at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.

"The most important thing to avoid in a house is that there is no light. Without light coming in, the yin energy will become worse. There is no light coming in at all."

The old Taoist priest looked solemn and vaguely saw a problem.

Xia Mian just felt that the feng shui was wrong. She raised her head and looked upstairs, "Let's go upstairs and have a look."

Xia Mian walked directly upstairs, followed closely by the old Taoist priest and Yang Xiaoran.

Xia Mian stood directly at the highest point and looked down at the entire Lin family villa, and soon discovered something was wrong.

Xia Mian stood at a high place and pointed at the two intersecting roads facing the Lin family villa, "Master Mao, do you think this looks like a pair of scissors?"

Mao Gengyi's mind was trembling, and he looked into the distance. It didn't matter, but he really felt that these two inconspicuous roads were like a pair of scissors.

"This, isn't this a scissors?"

People in the live broadcast room also saw it and asked what scissors were.

Xia Mian glanced at it and then spoke slowly, "Scissors, as the name suggests, are intersecting roads, like a pair of scissors. Look at the scissors formed by these two roads. The position of the scissors' mouth is right at the Lin family's villa. The evil wind inside the scissors' mouth is sharp. Injuries and injuries lead to more disabled people.”

【ah?Oh my gosh!My family is like this too. We also think the roads here are convenient. Both roads pass through my door, which saves a lot of trouble. However, my father-in-law had a car accident a few days ago and is now sitting in a wheelchair! 】

【seriously!This must be just a coincidence, right? 】

[I think it’s just these Taoist priests who are making things up and trying to deceive people. 】

[Upstairs, you are wrong. The anchor is right. I have also done some research on Feng Shui. There is indeed a scissor evil here. 】

[Is this a coincidence?Or is the richest man Lin's family being hated? 】

Xia Mian walked into the house again and took a look at the layout of the room.

"The door is facing the mirror, turning good luck into evil."

"There are vines at the door. Logically speaking, the door faces the living room and balcony. There must be a screen at the door to block evil spirits. Interestingly, everything here is actually the other way around."

When Mao Gengyi heard this, the confusion in his eyes suddenly cleared up, and his face turned ugly.

"Since there are so many problems with Feng Shui here, and Lin, the richest man, had found so many Taoist priests to look at Feng Shui, how come no one found anything wrong with it?"

Xia Mian shook his head, "Either the Taoist priests are not good at learning, or they were bribed and offered a higher price than the richest man Lin."

Mao Genggen was angry and anxious, "Are these Taoist priests worthy of bearing the name of my Taoist sect? Let me catch them and let them come. I must teach them a lesson."

It’s no wonder that Mao Genggen was angry. Over the years, their real Taoist priests had had a hard time and were often regarded as deceivers. All this was caused by those real liars.

After Xia Mian looked around the house again, she determined that there was no ghost, but that it was just a taboo in Feng Shui.

Seeing Yang Xiaoran so scared that she didn't dare to move, holding the amulet with her eyes closed, she felt a little funny, so she quietly walked behind her.

His hand quietly touched her shoulder and whispered in her ear: "There is a ghost!"

Yang Xiaoran shouted sharply, held the amulet and swished out of the villa.

Xia Mian stood there and picked her ears, "You can't tell, but Yang Xiaoran is still a soprano."

Mao Genggen took a few photos of the inside of the villa and planned to take them to the hospital to show to the richest man and others.

The richest man's family has been frightened by recent events. Two men in the family have had troubles one after another, especially the richest man's wife, who is extremely frightened.

My son is still in a wheelchair after an accident, and now my husband is in an accident again. Although it is not serious, these things happen one by one, which is really scary.

The whole family immediately stayed in the hospital and did not want to go home.

Now Xia Mian and Mao Yigen can only go to the hospital to find someone.

Seeing Yang Xiaoran running out of the villa and shivering while hugging a big tree, Xia Mian smiled and said, "Yang, let's go, let's go to the hospital to talk to the richest man Lin about this matter."

Yang Xiaoran opened his eyes, "What about the ghosts here?"

Xia Mian was a little helpless, "I'm just trying to scare you. There are no ghosts here. It's just a matter of Feng Shui."