The years I worked as a Feng Shui consultant in the entertainment industry

"Yin chickens are smaller than normal domestic chickens, but even if they are small, they are still meat!"

Ji Ye fell into memories, "When they caught the three chickens, they didn't even care about the legend about the Yin Chicken. They immediately killed the chickens and shed their feathers!"

"When shedding, some people already noticed something was wrong. The smell was too fishy and smelly, but no one cared!"

"At that time, not to mention the meat, not even the bark, who could care whether it was fishy or smelly?"

"When the chicken was cooked, even though it had a strong taste, they ate it all and chewed the bones!"

"After eating, within an hour, they had diarrhea and vomiting, and within three days, they were all dead!"

"After that, no one will dare to catch the vagina again!"

"Although no one has caught them, the number of yin chickens has never increased. At most, there were more than ten. In the past few years, they have become less and less. Sometimes there are more than five, and sometimes there are not even one. arrive!"

After Master Ji finished speaking, he took another puff of the cigarette.

Whether it is the grudge of the dead composed of ashes and corpse oil, or the Yin Chicken this time, they are all evil things, and none of them are normal. What magic weapon does the second uncle want to refine?

About 10 minutes later, the car drove into a hill.

The hill is not big. In fact, it is barely a mountain. It is just a hilly area.

There are very few trees and not much grass on the hills. It feels a bit like the Gobi desert, but it is not without things. The most common things here are small graves.

As far as the eye can see, there are grave mounds of different sizes everywhere.

Among the many graves, there are two birds that look like chickens, which attract special attention.

The two birds stood on a grave and pecked at a few dry grass on the grave from time to time.

The bird is not big, only slightly larger than a pigeon. It is completely black but has white spots on its wings.

This image is particularly similar to that of a yin chicken.

"No, isn't that a yin chicken?" Master Ji pointed at the two birds and shouted.

After shouting, Ji Ye added: "No need to stop, this thing is not afraid of cars or noise, we can just go there!"

I wanted to stop the car, but after Ji Ye said this, I didn't stop and drove directly to the tomb bag.

Just as Mr. Ji said, the two chickens on the grave didn't run away at all. They just looked up at us and continued to peck at the dead grass on the grave.

This behavior is a bit like the roe deer in Northeast China.

After we got off the bus, the second uncle and Master Ji looked at each other, handed over a red rope, and said: "Uncle Ji, we two have one rope each, I will take care of you!"

"Sure!"

Master Ji nodded, and he and his second uncle surrounded him from left to right.

On the grave, the two yin chickens still refused to run away.

After walking to the tomb, the second uncle put the red rope around Yinji's neck and picked up Yinji with almost no effort.

The same is true for Master Ji. Catching these two yin chickens is just like going to the bank to withdraw money, and there is no need to queue up.

The strange thing is that as soon as they left the grave, the two chickens started to toss.

After the second uncle took the chickens from Master Ji, he had no intention of taking them into the car. He just stood in front of the grave, holding them and watching them tossing.

The more they struggled, the tighter the knot around their necks became. After a while, these two chickens strangled themselves to death.

From the beginning to the end, the second uncle had no intention of letting these two yin chickens go. He just wanted them to die.

After confirming that the two chickens were dead, my second uncle handed the chickens to me and said, "Tian'er, hold on tight, don't let them fall to the ground!"

"Yeah!" I nodded, still a little confused, what does the second uncle want to do?

After giving me the penis, my second uncle pulled out the dead grass from the grave.

Not just these few, the second uncle immediately pulled out all the dead grass on the nearby grave.

These withered grasses gathered together can be considered small and large.

"almost!"

Looking at the withered grass, the second uncle nodded, took the two chickens from my hand, piled them on the withered grass, and then lit them.

"Is this going to burn?"

The second uncle's move made me stunned. Ji Ye also frowned. I didn't expect that the second uncle would do this. Only Lao Ge didn't have much surprise on his face.

Soon, my previously inquiring thoughts were attracted by the penis in the firelight.

The reason is simple. Under the burning of these grave grasses, these two yin chickens burned quickly as if they had been poured gasoline on them.

As we watched, in less than a minute, the two yin chickens, together with the grave grass, burned completely and turned into a pile of charred ashes.

This speed is really beyond my expectation.

Not to mention anything else, the withered grass alone would not be burned in one minute, let alone two chickens that were even bigger than pigeons!

But the fact is that these two Yin chickens were burned into two balls of coke.

After confirming that the fire was out, the second uncle bit his middle finger, dripped a few drops of blood on it, and poured a little water on it, mixing the two lumps of coke and the ash from the grass on the grave into a black mess.

I originally thought that the two yin chickens were not completely burnt, but were only burnt black on the surface, but I didn't expect that they were also burnt on the inside.

It only lasted more than a minute, how did it burn?

The second uncle ignored my doubts and wrapped the black mass in yellow paper and took it to the car.

"withdraw!"

After doing this, the second uncle let out a sigh of relief and nodded with satisfaction.

Ji Ye was also puzzled, but said nothing and followed him into the car.

When I came here, I needed Master Ji to show me the way, but it would be much easier to go back.

At noon, the second uncle had another drink with Master Ji.

This is the first time I saw my second uncle drinking heavily.

During this meal, the second uncle and Master Ji drank from [-] noon to [-] am.

The two of them drank for twelve hours. Each of them drank five or six kilograms of liquor and four cases of beer. I don't know how they drank it.

Early the next morning, we said goodbye to Ji Ye and headed to the next stop.

At this moment, we are actually not very far from the capital, only more than 500 kilometers, but my second uncle asked me to drive back.

With this opening, we left the pass and came to the northeast.

This is something I didn't expect.

But this time, the person my second uncle took me to meet was not a corpse burner like Mr. Ji, but the owner of an antique shop.

The boss's surname is Dong. He looks very ordinary, about 50 years old, but like Master Ji, he is also very unique. His lenses are particularly thick.

Looking at the lines on the lenses, I conservatively estimated that his degree was over a thousand degrees.

It was a bit beyond my expectation that an owner of an antique shop could be so short-sighted.

Unlike Master Ji, when this man saw his second uncle, he didn't have much joy on his face. Instead, he had a look of disgust as if he saw someone who wanted to pay.

"Old Chen, why do you have time to come to my place?"

After looking at each other for a long time, this man managed to squeeze out a smile and said hello to his second uncle.