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

"They can do the first grade, and I can do the fifteenth grade!"

Sister Hong suddenly calmed down, but this calmness made people even more heart-stopping.

I looked at Xiaohong, who was still in a coma, and suddenly felt sorry for her.

Xiaohong was a concubine who could not be exposed when she was a child. As an adult, she was set up by her father's enemy, and now she is used as a tool for revenge by her mother.

But as soon as this idea came to me, I laughed to myself, and I felt sorry for him. He had lived a good life since he was a child, and even now, his life is much better than mine.

I am an old person, and I still sympathize with others.

Xiaohong is now among the top second-tier stars.

Although Xiaohong has not produced many works in recent years, even if someone plucks the hair off her legs, they are still thicker than mine.

Judging from Sister Hong’s intentions, she and Xiao Hong are using the evil ghost boy to take revenge.

I suddenly thought of those police cars in front of the Beijing Club. Maybe it was the evil ghost boy who caused this.

"I once went to your second uncle. Your second uncle didn't agree with me doing this. He also asked me to put down my hatred and live a good life. How can I let go and live a good life?"

Sister Hong's tone became calmer and calmer, but I became more and more panicked.

I felt like I was involved in something big.

My second uncle and I may have been tricked by Sister Hong.

"Later, I found another Azan in black. This Azan was once Pa Azan. He helped me stabilize the child in Xiaohong's belly and let him survive from death!"

Sister Hong continued to talk, but I broke into a cold sweat as I listened.

In China, masters who can make Buddhist amulets from abroad are generally called Azans. Among them, those who practice the righteous method are called white-clothed Azans, and those who practice evil methods are called black-clothed Azans.

Most of the Yin cards spread in China are made by Azan in black.

This division is not wrong, but it is not detailed enough.

Let’s put it this way, the black-clothed and white-clothed azans are equivalent to the domestic folk dharma lineage, and the pa azan is a bit similar to me, who comes from an orthodox background and has a dharma lineage inherited from serious Taoism or Buddhism.

In foreign countries, those who can be honored as Pa Azan must be those who practice Buddhism intensively.

Sister Hong said that the black-clothed Azan she invited was a Pa-Azan before and later became a black-clothed Azan. This is equivalent to an elder from a certain Taoist or Buddhist sect suddenly turning dark and not correcting the Dharma but practicing evil instead. It’s law.

This kind of warlock who changes from good to evil is many times more harmful than a warlock who originally practiced evil.

I don’t know how that Pa Azan turned black and became a black Azan, but one thing is certain, Sister Hong played a big role.

"Sister Hong, what does seeking life from death mean?"

I couldn't help it and asked.

"It's very simple. Xiaohong's child was stillborn after being harmed!" Sister Hong turned her head and looked at me with an unspeakable sadness in her eyes. "Your second uncle advised me to give up the child." Take it away and persuade Xiaohong and I to take the money and go abroad to live the rest of our lives well, but how can I live a good life?"

"Grass!"

Looking at Sister Hong's sad and hateful eyes, I knew I was in trouble.

No matter how stupid I am now, I understand what Sister Hong wants to do. She wants to drag me and my second uncle into the water. My previous guesses have come true.

I suspect that Sister Hong fell in love with her second uncle because of his suggestion.

This woman went to extremes.

It's like C, I help you out of love, but not out of help is my duty. I don't owe her anything, but she attributes all the suffering she encountered to me for not helping her.

Sister Hong also has this sign now. She is what she is today. Essentially, it is her own choice. If she had not been a mistress back then, none of this would have happened.

The second uncle advised her to take the money and fly away, but she complained that the second uncle did not help her.

Why should uncle help you?

Just because you dumped your second uncle and became someone else’s mistress?

My brain was racing, looking for a way out.

Even if Sister Hong doesn't say anything, I still know what happened to Xiaohong!

The Azan in black used a secret method to make the child who was supposed to die come back to life and be born smoothly.

In a sense, this is a ghost.

After the child was born, I don’t know whether it died naturally or was killed by Sister Hong, but the final result was that the child was made into an evil ghost by the black-clad Azan.

Sister Hong took advantage of this evil boy to take revenge.

Now I don’t know whether this evil boy killed anyone or how many people he killed, and I don’t want to know now.

I took out my phone, pretended to check the time, and said, "Sister Hong, you see your grandson has been found and Xiaohong is fine. I'm running out of time for my afternoon flight. I have to go!"

I didn't want to hear the rest of Sister Hong's words at all. If I listened to it again, I would really fall into it.

Sister Hong glanced at me, curled up a meaningful smile, and said, "Then I won't keep you!"

"Sister Hong, I really can't catch the plane this time!"

I explained as I walked out.

"Xiao Zhang, take Master Chen to the airport!"

Sister Hong gave it away without any intention of keeping it.

The more she behaves like this, the more uneasy I become.

"no, I'm fine!"

I quickly refused.

"It's not easy to take a taxi here. Listen to Sister Hong and let Xiao Zhang take you off!" Sister Hong insisted that the driver take me off. I hesitated but didn't refuse.

Judging from Sister Hong’s intentions, if I refuse again, she might fall out.

Coming out of the villa, I let out a breath.

I didn't expect that Sister Hong would let me go so easily. I originally thought that I would have a fight with Sister Hong!

I was even ready to break up with Sister Hong.

As before, Brother Zhang had no intention of communicating with me. After sending me to the airport, he returned the same way. During the whole process, the two of us didn't say a word.

After getting off the bus, I bought the nearest flight and flew directly to the provincial capital.

At seven o'clock in the evening, I got off the plane.

After getting off the plane, I rushed to the train station without stopping. When I got there, I bought the nearest train.

At four o'clock in the morning, when the sky was dark, I arrived home.

The moment I got home, I breathed a sigh of relief and made up my mind not to go to the capital in a short time.

Only I know the dangers of this trip to the capital.

I counted on my fingers, two people were directly offended, and one was indirectly offended.

The person who was directly offended was the mastermind behind the installation of bronze mirrors in hotel rooms and the use of bronze spirits to harm people.

If I guessed correctly, that person should be the owner of the express hotel.

I don’t know the specific net worth of that boss, but judging from the hotel itself, it is worth hundreds of millions. I broke his law, and I don’t know whether he will take revenge on me.

The second one is Sister Hong. I think Sister Hong is similar to C. I don’t know if she will transfer her hatred towards my second uncle to me.

As for the person who was indirectly offended, it was the person who was harmed by the evil ghost boy in the capital club.

I don't know whether that person is dead or not. What I know is that I was the one who recruited the evil ghost boy back.

When I think of this, my scalp goes numb. This Sister Hong is really a cruel person.