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

The net made of corpse suture was buried at the door in advance.

The old man and his two men also ambush behind the wall of the dog farm in advance.

The capture of the female ghost today was premeditated.

As for Song Laoer, it looked like he didn't know anything from beginning to end.

I suspect that Song Laoer was able to open the coal mine this time because someone deliberately played a trick.

Otherwise, why did the master who had not been found for eight years find it in just one trip?

If anyone says this is not a game, I won’t believe it to death.

As for the purpose of the layout, although I can't understand it, I have a small guess.

Either for money or for the female ghost.

Song Laoer's mine has an output value of tens of millions a year. This is not a small sum of money.

Female ghosts are also a scarce resource for some people who practice evil arts, especially those with such heavy grievances.

As for which point, I don't know, and I don't want to know.

At two o'clock in the morning, I stepped off the plane.

After leaving the airport, a special car was waiting for me. This was a one-stop trip home arranged by Boss Tang.

After arriving home, just after dawn, I refilled three sticks of incense for the ancestor and another for the dog. After doing this, I slept again.

When I woke up, I called my second uncle to report that I was safe.

My second uncle didn't say anything, he just told me not to meddle in other people's business.

Regarding Song Laoer's matter, my second uncle's speculations were similar to mine. My second uncle even suspected that the miner's death eight years ago and everything that followed were premeditated.

This is a bit of a conspiracy theory, but I didn't argue with my second uncle.

If this is true, the person who laid it out is terrible.

To put it in the words of my second uncle, some people who practice sorcery or become obsessed with it may plan their plans ten years or even decades in advance in order to achieve their goals.

Certain spells often need to be broken at a critical moment.

As for breaking through the barriers, some people pay attention to it being a matter of course, but some evil spells, or some partial spells, require more stringent conditions.

For example, if a human head is dropped, during cultivation, the human head needs to be released and the blood of humans or animals must be sucked for 49 to [-] days.

That female ghost might be the key to breaking through a certain spell.

The second uncle said that the old man did not take action as soon as the female ghost entered the dog farm, but took action after the female ghost turned into a red-clothed ghost, which showed that his guess was reliable.

I agree with my second uncle's speculation.

Of course, no matter how much we speculate, my second uncle and I are only thinking in hindsight. No matter what the layout is, it has nothing to do with our uncle and nephew.

At this time, I was actually a little grateful to Boss Tang. If he hadn't pushed me back and forth, I might have actually fallen into this situation.

In the next few days, I took medicinal baths, practiced, and drew talismans as usual, and my life was quite comfortable.

But I didn’t feel comfortable. Last week, my second uncle introduced me to a job. The person who had the accident this time was a male star.

My second uncle’s original words to me were, just watch if you can, don’t force it if you can’t, face is not important, life is the most important.

This job was considered a big job, and the other party promised to give 50 yuan if he could be cured.

The price is indeed not low, higher than what those female celebrities offer.

The price was high and the requirements were high. The actor's agent said that it was inconvenient for the actor to move around and asked me to go find him.

For the sake of money, I agreed.

The meeting place was a private hospital in Beijing.

After making an appointment, I immediately booked the ticket.

After booking the flight, I sent it to the actor’s agent.

One day later, the actor's assistant came to pick him up at the airport.

On the way to the hospital, the actor's assistant handed me a mask and asked me to put it on before entering the ward, saying that he was worried that I wouldn't be able to bear the smell in the ward.

I asked what it tasted like.

The expression on the actor's assistant's face was hard to explain. He just said that there was a bad smell, but he didn't say a word about where the smell came from or what disease the actor had. He just said, "I'll know when I get there."

She was so mysterious that it piqued my interest.

When we arrived outside the actor's single ward, the actor's assistant once again reminded me to wear a mask, but she reminded me that she didn't wear one herself.

"Why don't you wear it?" I asked.

The assistant's eyes dimmed and he said softly: "He won't let me!"

Needless to say, I know who "he" is, that actor!

"I won't wear it yet!"

I thought about it and put the mask in my pocket without putting it on.

But immediately, I regretted this choice.

The moment the door opened, I almost vomited.

This room stinks so much.

It's like a pot of fish and shrimp left in a room at 20 degrees Celsius without being treated for more than [-] days. The smell can turn a person upside down.

Without saying anything, I took out the mask from my pocket and put it on directly.

What impressed me most was that the assistant, despite the stench, walked to the hospital bed and briefly introduced me to the male star and a woman wearing a mask in front of the bed.

Taking advantage of her introduction, I saw the actor and the sores on his bare upper body.

For the sake of convenience here, we call the male star Brother Zhangshuang.

Seeing those sores, I understood where the stench came from.

"Master Chen!"

After a brief introduction, Brother Lanshuang’s agent came over to say hello to me and briefly introduced Brother Lanshuang’s situation.

The sores on Brother Zhuangshuang's body started to grow half a month ago. At the beginning, Brother Zhuangshuang didn't take it too seriously and didn't go to the hospital. He simply treated it himself.

But Brother Zhushuang immediately realized that something was wrong. The sores on his body grew more and more and became more and more serious.

Brother Luanzhuang did not hesitate. After he found out that he had become heavier, he immediately went to the hospital for treatment.

After coming to the hospital, no cause of the disease could be found after a thorough investigation. Moreover, after one ulcer was treated, another one appeared, for a total of 81 sores.

If the righteous method doesn't work, then he will think of the evil method. Brother Lanshuang feels that he has been plotted against.

I am not the first master to be hired. There were two others before me, but they were not promising.

After listening to the agent's description, I didn't say any big words. Instead, I came to Brother Lanshuang's bed and started checking.

When I checked, it was still the same as before. I first opened my eyelids and checked the condition of the white part of my eyes.

No blood streaks, no black lines, and no gray lines.

In other words, he was not bowed down, possessed by ghosts, or cast any spells.

I took another pulse, and it was not Xianjia, nor Jingmei.

I looked at the sore again and tested it with a talisman. There was no Yin energy attached to it.

"Master Chen, do you see anything?"

Seeing that I had finished the inspection, the agent hurriedly asked.

"Not yet!"

I shook my head and said to Nununu, the rotten man: "He hasn't done anything immoral recently, has he?"

At this point, what I'm implying is already obvious.

I have some guesses about Brother Lanshuang's illness.