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

"Write your name!"

After the altar was decorated, the second uncle directed Huang Mei to put a small dress made of red paper on the straw man, and wrote Mr. Liang's name on it with her blood.

Huang Mei seemed to have guessed the purpose of her second uncle. With trembling hands, she not only cast a pleading look at her second uncle, but also revealed the news, such as a certain coal boss who was not good enough and needed props when doing that, such as a certain star who liked to find For example, the wife of a certain celebrity was in their profession before.

Seeing that her second uncle was unmoved, her revelations became more and more explosive. For example, a certain male star liked to be walked in through the back door, a certain female star gave birth to a child for her financial sponsor, and a certain wealthy businessman liked to watch celebrities and engage in celebrities, and would organize a party from time to time. .

It was an eye-opener for me. My second uncle told me before that this circle was chaotic, but only in general terms. I had never talked about all kinds of details like Huang Mei did.

But even so, the second uncle still followed the inherent rhythm, directing Huang Mei to write names, make wishes, cut grass, and shoot evil arrows.

Huang Mei also went from pleading at the beginning to accepting her fate later. She no longer broke the news, but poured all her resentment on the straw man who represented Mr. Liang.

When making her wish, Huang Mei even made a wish that Liang Chengfeng's rotten cow would penetrate his anus and be fucked by thousands of people, and be crushed by thousands of people.

Halfway through the spell casting, I already knew what spell my uncle was going to cast.

This is called the Fa Yin Arrow Technique, and it is an evil technique from Xia Mao.

I don’t know how to describe the second uncle.

Second uncle is not very proficient in the orthodox Taoist spells passed down from our old Chen family. Instead, he is a master of all kinds of evil spells. Second uncle is a master of them.

In my opinion, the second uncle asked Huang Mei to perform the Yin Arrow technique on his behalf, which was not very effective, because we didn’t have Mr. Liang’s horoscope, and we didn’t have anything that Mr. Liang had used.

If it was the second uncle who cast the spell, it would still have some effect, but Huang Mei almost didn't care.

But when Huang Mei took the last step of shooting the Yin Arrow, her second uncle pulled out a hair-thin silver needle from his cuff like a magic trick, handed it to Huang Mei, and said with deep meaning: "This has Liang Laosan's blood on it, this How effective the technique is depends on how deeply you hate Liang Laosan!"

"Needles in sleeves!"

Seeing this silver needle, a word that my grandfather mentioned to me came to my mind.

When I was a child, I always had a pungent smell in my body due to the frequent use of medicinal baths. Children of the same age were unwilling to play with me. In addition to various Taoist scriptures, my childhood was all about the rivers and lakes stories that my grandfather told me.

The great gods in the Northeast, Gu in the Southwest, the Dharma teachings of Guangdong and Guangxi, the Tigers in Jinmen, the strange men in the world, and the secrets and forbidden methods. I was so mesmerized when I listened to them that I couldn't tell which ones were true and which ones were false.

I have asked my grandfather, and every time he said, if you think it is true, then it is true, and if you think it is false, then it is false.

When I grew up, went to school, and helped my grandfather, all I experienced were the same routine rituals and transcendental rituals. I gradually forgot all the anecdotes that my grandfather once told.

And the silver needle that the second uncle pulled out of his sleeve made those memories buried in childhood surface.

The needle in the sleeve is a small technique practiced by some magicians who practice evil arts.

When it comes to sorcery and casting a spell on a person, all that is needed is the name of the subject, the items and clothing used by the subject, and the flesh and blood of the subject. Hair.

As long as one of these items is present, the spell can be performed.

The sleeve needle is a small skill to obtain the blood of the recipient.

According to Grandpa, some warlocks have mastered their techniques to such an extent that they can penetrate the needle without noticing, and can quietly obtain the blood of the recipient.

The second uncle is undoubtedly this kind of person.

When we were in the teahouse, not even Huang Mei and I, not even Mr. Liang, noticed anything strange.

"Dead! Die! Die!"

As I was recalling it, Huang Mei had already inserted the silver needle into the straw man's lower body with hatred.

This ferocity makes my scalp numb just looking at it.

After stabbing her for more than 20 times in a ventive manner, Huang Mei gasped and stopped, staring at her second uncle with a pair of bloodshot eyes, and asked hoarsely: "Is that enough?"

"enough!"

The second uncle smiled meaningfully, raised his hand and pinched the back of Huang Mei's neck. Huang Mei snorted and fainted.

"Second uncle, what do you plan to do with Huang Mei?" I asked.

Since Huang Mei was not counterattacked by the spell, Mr. Liang must have been in bad luck.

But as long as Mr. Liang doesn't die, Huang Mei will never get any favors.

"This little girl has a lot of energy and good qualifications. I plan to keep her for training!"

The second uncle stared at Huang Mei's face for a while, remembering something, and showed a strange smile.

I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say. Just then, my second uncle's cell phone rang.

The second uncle took one look at me, gestured to me, and said, "Here we come!"

The caller was Mr. Liang.

The second uncle answered the call and pressed the speakerphone. Mr. Liang's pig-like pleading came from the phone, as well as the name of a star.

"Grass!"

When I heard this name, my mind buzzed. The person who harmed me turned out to be c.

Actually, it's not that I haven't thought about c, but I think it's unlikely. There's no conflict between us. I didn't say anything harsh to her. I really can't deal with the ghost fetus in her belly. The key is that she is in good condition now. , there is no need for her to provoke me!

"Master Chen, please let me go. I'm just a worker. If c comes to me, I dare not refuse. I can't afford to offend her sponsor!"

Mr. Liang was wailing on his cell phone.

"Who is the sponsor of c?"

The second uncle was silent for a moment and then asked.

"Master Chen, please, let me go!" Mr. Liang didn't say anything, he was still begging.

The second uncle hung up the phone and murmured: "Things are getting interesting!"

The second uncle said it was interesting, not troublesome. In other words, the second uncle still had no intention of backing down.

Obviously, Mr. Liang cannot afford to offend the financial backer behind c, and he doesn’t even dare to mention his name.

On the way to the provincial capital, my second uncle said that Mr. Liang is very energetic.

Relying on the dozens of peripheral women and models under his command, Mr. Liang has made a lot of connections over the years.

Whether in politics, business, or underworld, Mr. Liang has friends.

The person who can make Mr. Liang dare not mention his name even under the threat of death must have a small background.

But I feel like Mr. Liang said that on purpose.

"Second uncle, what should we do next?" I asked after thinking about it.

"No rush, we'll talk tomorrow!"

The second uncle looked confident.

"Ok!"

I nodded.

There was nothing to say all night. The second uncle did not let Huang Mei continue to cast spells, and Mr. Liang did not call again.