The boss is back and she doesn’t pretend to be a fake daughter anymore

Zhou Hehe's eyes flashed slightly when Jiang Xuxu stood up, and he secretly glanced at the police officers next to him from the corner of his eye.

Then he walked over to a photographer next to him who was still carrying a camera, and winked at him.

The photographer didn't react at first, but after seeing the look in Producer Zhou's eyes that made him almost cramp, he seemed to finally react, and quietly turned on the camera while no one was paying attention.

Although the live broadcast room is closed and the program is facing pornography, there must be no shortage of material to be filmed before it is completely pornographic.

The two of them secretly set up the camera and pointed it at Jiang Xuxu opposite.

Jiang Xuxu looked at the old lady in front of him, his apricot eyes dull.

"You said it was because the child died in infancy that you changed the design and built the house into the child's tomb. But in fact, the child was already dead when the cement was poured to build the foundation. The original design of this house was to create a room where the child's tomb could be placed. The haunted house where the spirit is trapped!”

The old lady was obviously a little angry when she heard Jiang Xuxu's words.

"You're a girl, don't talk nonsense! What do you know?! This is the child of our Song family! You asked someone to dig up the child's 'grave' without permission, and you will suffer great retribution!!"

Facing Mrs. Lai's accusation, Jiang Xuxu showed no sign of being moved at all.

"It is true that someone is going to suffer retribution, but that person is definitely not me, but the entire Song family, including you."

"you!!"

"You don't have to rush to deny it. If the facts are really like what you said, why do you want to stay near the house just to guard the house?"

Hearing that the old lady was specifically guarding the house nearby, the expressions of the program crew and the guests changed slightly, especially Gu Jingmo.

That day, he saw with his own eyes the old lady standing in front of him on the garden balcony, staring at them surreptitiously. He originally thought that the old lady simply didn't like strangers coming and going nearby, but he never thought that the other party was specifically monitoring the house. of.

"Jiang Xuxu, what on earth is going on?" Gu Jingmo couldn't help but ask Jiang Xuxu.

Jiang Xuxu stopped talking to the old lady and turned to the crowd and said,

"If my guess is correct, this should be a fortune stake."

The people around, including the police officers next to them, all looked at a loss. The pile driving was close to their knowledge blind spot. What was this pile? ?

They didn't understand, but Shanglu, who was born as an orthodox Taoist, knew it. When he heard about making money, his face changed obviously.

Looking at the child's body that was sealed in the cement floor, I felt some obvious anger as I realized what was going on.

"What is a money-making pile?" Zhou Chacha asked in a low voice, but his face lost the previous carelessness, and instead showed a bit of caution.

Shang Lu seemed to take a deep breath before explaining, "The pile of wealth is a magic similar to driving piles in Taoism. Driving piles is generally to ensure stability in all directions and protect future generations, but piles of wealth are It is simply to amass wealth and ensure continued wealth and luck for future generations of the family.”

He paused and said in a hoarse voice, "The difference between this method and driving stakes is that the 'stakes' responsible for gathering wealth must be the flesh and blood of the person who planted the stakes..."

The people around him secretly took a breath when they heard Shangluca's explanation.

Sacrificing a human being is outrageous enough, let alone sacrificing one's own flesh and blood.

What kind of crazy person would have to sacrifice his own flesh and blood for the so-called way of making money?

Everyone thought it was incredible at first, but then they remembered that the old lady said earlier that this child was the "illegitimate son" of Mr. Song.

A sudden chill ran down my spine. They thought of a more cruel and dehumanizing possibility.

Before they could ask about their guesses, Jiang Xuxu had already given the answer in a cold voice.

"This child was prepared by the so-called Master Song from the beginning to make money. He couldn't bear to part with his own child, so he found an outside woman to give birth to him.

The children who are born are killed when they are about the same size, planted into the house, and then rely on the resentment of the children and the natural Feng Shui formation of the house to naturally gather wealth. "

Thailand's Gumantong has a similar practice, but they usually use children who will not be born in the future to make Gumantong for worship.

Because the resentment of an unborn child is extremely heavy, just like that little carrot head at home.

There are also distinctions among Gumantongs. Gumantongs made from the bones and blood of parents and children will be far more powerful than ordinary Gumantongs. This is the power of kinship.

It's just that the worship of Gumantong requires blood to feed, but the wealth-generating pile does not need external force to continuously gather wealth.

"To be able to spend huge sums of money to build such a shady house just to make money twenty years ago, the Song family must not be an unknown person."

"The other party's ancestors must have also come from a wealthy family, because only those who have experienced true wealth cannot tolerate poverty."

"I guess that Mr. Song's ancestors were also wealthy businessmen. Unfortunately, his family fell into decline and the children in the family were unable to save it, so he asked a Feng Shui master to come up with such a sinister way to gather wealth for the family."

"This method should have been successful at first. The Song family gathered a lot of wealth in a short time with this child. Unfortunately, the Feng Shui master who worked for him did not tell him that after the money-making stakes were planted,

Once the baby spirit in the house as a living stake cannot continue to support the family's luck, it will automatically plunder the lives of the children of the same origin in the house as a supplement. For Mr. Song in your mouth, all the children under his knees should have died young, right? "

As soon as Jiang Xuxu said these words, the expression of the old lady who was originally stern and sad suddenly changed, and her wrinkled face turned pale.

Jiang Xuxu carefully looked at the relationship between the other party's appearance and the infant spirit, and vaguely understood something.

"Your grandson is gone too, right?"

One sentence made the old lady's pupils suddenly widen, and her whole body started to tremble uncontrollably.

Her grandson...

Obviously her family and Mr. Song were not directly related, but that year, whenever a child died in the Song family, one of her grandsons would also die. This was just because she married Mr. Song's younger brother, and the two families had the same roots. Indivisible.

Later, Mr. Song finally realized the problem belatedly and immediately sold the house.

But despite this, he still couldn't stop this curse-like existence. Until all the grandchildren in the family were dead, Mr. Song was left with huge wealth alone, but he still couldn't have another child.

Mr. Song was not determined to destroy this house at the beginning, but if he only destroyed one wall, he would suffer heavy losses from the wealth he had amassed by abandoning his descendants.

Mr. Song had no children and was unwilling to lose his only wealth, so he could only restore the house to its original appearance.

At the same time, in order to ensure that every subsequent owner would not destroy the house, he also stated in the contract that he could not change the layout and decoration of the house without authorization. At the same time, he also spent money to buy another villa nearby, so that the old lady would always keep an eye on it. …