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

Looking at these two jars, the four people brought by Old Dong felt as if they had seen the plague, and no one dared to step forward.

Lao Ge, on the other hand, didn't have so many taboos. He walked up to the tank and walked around the tank with his hands behind his back.

I followed him and took a closer look.

The iron chain is not simply wrapped around it, but penetrates the cylinder body and is connected to the entire cylinder.

Moreover, the two ends of the iron chain were nailed into the ground respectively. Lao Ge tried to pull, but failed.

"Big man, come on, give it a try!" Lao Ge waved to Mengzi who was standing aside.

"Hey!"

Mengzi responded naively. After he came over, he pulled the iron chain and pulled it hard. The iron chain instantly straightened and made a clattering sound.

"Uncle Ge, I can't pull you!"

Mengzi sucked the milk with all his strength, and his face turned red from holding back.

"Mengzi, stop pulling!"

Lao Dong came over, with a hint of trembling, grabbed Mengzi, and said nervously.

In this way, it is as if he is afraid of waking someone up.

"Oh!"

Mengzi nodded naively. Old Dong looked at his second uncle and said, "Is there no other way?"

"It's already this time, and you're still looking forward and backward!" The second uncle laughed angrily.

Old Dong gritted his teeth, waved his hand behind him and said, "Boss She, start the tank!"

"Ok!"

The leading middle-aged man nodded, led the other three middle-aged men to the tank, took out a few thick hemp ropes, tied up the top tank, and then used force at the same time to carry the top tank on his back. stand up.

The moment the vat was moved away, a burst of cold air surged out. The moment the skin touched the cold air, there was a feeling like needles pricking. The Dantian was surging, and the inner energy was flowing around uncontrollably.

"Grass!"

I immediately stood up straight, with my feet shoulder-width apart, my head slightly raised, my mandible retracted, my neck relaxed, my eyes slightly closed, my tongue lightly pressed against my palate, my hands and shoulders hanging naturally, the Baihui point on the top of my head, and the tan in my chest. The middle point and the lower Yin point are in a straight line, and at the same time, the Dantian is guarded.

After two seconds of this, the surging inner energy returned to its original position, and I slowly exhaled and said, "The resentment turns into evil!"

The man in the tank is too resentful.

Stimulated by the evil spirit, the second uncle showed no obvious expression and just frowned. Lao Ge remained the same, while Mengzi shivered and rubbed the goosebumps on his arms.

The four people on the back of the tank faced the evil spirit directly, and the performance was the most obvious. The leader staggered and almost fell down.

Lao Dong, on the other hand, was a bit of a thief. He jumped out and escaped this wave of evil energy.

After the vat was put down, Lao Dong came to the vat that was buried in the ground. Instead of shining a flashlight into the vat, he took out three sticks of incense, lit them, knelt on the ground, and banged them. Three rings.

After kowtow, he did not move, still maintaining the posture of holding the incense with his hands and placing his head on the ground.

As we watched, the three sticks of incense in his hand seemed to be on fire. They burned to the end in less than a minute.

During the combustion process, the smoke draws an arc and penetrates into the cylinder half buried in the ground.

After the three sticks of incense burned out, Old Dong got up from the ground, took out seven candles, and placed them on the edge of the jar one by one. After placing them, he lit the candles while chanting something.

As the candles are lit, the situation inside the tank is also revealed to our eyes.

Inside the tank is a young man sitting cross-legged, his whole body blue and white.

These are normal. I have seen corpses before, and there is nothing surprising. What I find hard to accept is that the chains as thick as a child's arm passed through the young man's shoulder blades, locking him in the tank.

The key is that the contrast between the boy's thin body and the chains as thick as a child's arms is too strong.

As the observation continued, I discovered more details that made my heart palpitate.

There were no obvious wounds on the boy's body except for the chain that penetrated the shoulder blade. However, I saw a blue-black cut mark on the boy's carotid artery.

The cut mark is not very long, only about two centimeters.

In addition to this cut mark, I also found the same cut mark on the boy's wrist and heel.

In other words, the boy bled to death.

What's weird is that no blood was found on the boy's body.

Due to the light, the situation at the bottom of the tank is not very clear, and only a blue-black patch can be seen.

In addition to the cut marks, a nail was driven into the Baihui point on the boy's head.

Judging from the boy's appearance, he is only about ten years old.

No one would be willing to accept being chosen as a sacrifice at this age and tortured in this way.

"Old Chen, you have to do it yourself, I can't do it!"

Looking at the young man in the tank, Old Dong remembered something and took two steps back with a look of fear on his face.

"I didn't plan to let you get it in the first place!"

The second uncle said lightly.

After saying that, the second uncle took out the corpse oil he got from Master Ji from his bag, and then took out the mud balls made from the ashes of the burned chicken. After mixing the two together in a certain proportion, the second uncle added He took out the three-corpse incense stick that was no longer as long as the butt of the cigarette, scraped off a little powder, and mixed it in.

Finally, the second uncle added the mixture into a box of talisman ink that had been prepared earlier.

After the mixing was completed, the second uncle took out a piece of black talisman paper, bit off his middle finger, and using the finger as a pen, dipped it in talisman ink and supplemented it with his own blood, and drew a talisman on the black talisman paper.

The moment the talisman was completed, there was a faint layer of fluorescence on the talisman, and the second uncle's vitality dropped rapidly, and some wrinkles appeared on his face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After his fingers left the talisman, the second uncle staggered and almost lost his balance.

"Second uncle!"

I supported my second uncle. I didn’t know what kind of talisman the second uncle drew. I only knew one thing. The second uncle was using his own life to draw the talisman.

If this talisman is drawn, the second uncle's life will be shortened by at least five years.

"fine!"

The second uncle grinned, shook the talisman in his hand, waved to Mengzi, and said: "Mengzi, come here!"

"Hey!"

Mengzi responded, came over and squatted in front of his second uncle.

"Take this talisman!"

The second uncle handed over the talisman. Mengzi took the talisman without saying a word. The second uncle nodded with satisfaction and said: "I will take the silver needle to take blood later. If there is anything strange about the corpse in the vat, you should immediately Put this talisman on his forehead, remember?"

"Remember!" Mengzi nodded fiercely.

"Okay!"

The second uncle took out a breath, put a hold on my hand, and stood up.

After taking a breath, the second uncle took out the needle box from his bag and took out a silver needle.

Different from other silver needles, the needle that the second uncle took out was hollow, somewhat similar to an injection needle.

"Okay, I'm fine. No matter what happens, don't act rashly and let Mengzi handle it. Do you understand?"

Taking out the silver needle, the second uncle was still a little worried, so he explained to me again.

"Know!"

I nodded, but my second uncle was still a little worried. He winked at Lao Ge again, then walked to the tank, bent his upper body and reached into the tank.