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

It wasn't until the old lady burst into tears talking about this evil money-making pile that everyone knew that there was such a tragic secret behind this house.

What's the point of guarding huge wealth alone if all the descendants die?

Fang Younan didn't know when he believed in the influence of the so-called "wealth-generating stakes", and he secretly lamented in his heart. When he realized that he had fallen into the trap of feudal superstition, he hurriedly reorganized his thoughts and freed himself from the atmosphere of feudal superstition.

"So, the child in the coffin was killed by his biological father."

Whatever the motive behind the murder, the police's first duty is to bring the murderer to justice.

Feudal superstition kills people, so Mr. Song must be able to reflect on himself in prison.

Jiang Xuxu didn't care how the police arrested people. She looked at the old lady sitting on the ground crying and said,

"The name of wealth-generating piles is to generate wealth, but its essence is an evil magic. Therefore, even if people in Xuanmen have heard of it, there are very few who really know how to do it. The Feng Shui master who helped the Song family plant wealth-generating piles should have originally intended Just to make the Song family extinct."

Hearing Jiang Xuxu's words, the old lady's eyes almost burst. She stared at Jiang Xuxu, and suddenly stretched out her hand, which was as wrinkled as a dead branch, and grabbed the hem of her skirt.

Although trembling, he refused to let go,

"Girl, if you can find that person... you can help me find that goddamn grandson!! My son!! They have all been harmed! I don't want money, I want my child... "

The old lady burst into tears again as she spoke, her whole body seemed to have aged ten years again in an instant.

Jiang Xuxu did not agree to the old lady's search for someone who could harm people with such a magic trick as extinguishing the Song family's descendants. He must have a deep grudge against the Song family or Mr. Song.

She won't get involved in matters of cause and effect.

Nor is it necessary.

Today, she had people dig up the child's bones, which was equivalent to directly breaking the opponent's spell, and the opponent would inevitably suffer backlash.

Even if she doesn't find someone, that person will pay for what he has done.

Just as Jiang Xuxu guessed.

In a rental house on the other side of China, a middle-aged man sat alone in front of the computer. The screen displayed the message that had been popped up in the live broadcast room.

However, the man never left the page, his eyes still looking at the computer screen, his eyes serious.

After a long while, he stood up and was about to walk to a small Buddhist niche in the back room. However, before he could get closer, his whole body suddenly seemed to twitch violently, and then, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The man fell to the ground with a bang, and before he closed his eyes completely, his eyes were fixed on the small Buddhist niche in front of him, where two urns, one large and one small, were enshrined.

The man's eyes passed over the two urns, his eyes showing reluctance and relief. After a long while, blood overflowed from his mouth again.

His eyes were blood red, just like the day his wife and child were killed.

The man's eyes seemed to be stung by the red color in front of him, and finally, he slowly closed his eyes.

……

Jiang Xuxu seemed to feel something. She looked at the bones that were carefully wrapped by the police. After thinking about it, she stepped forward and stuffed a yellow talisman folded into a triangle into the bag that wrapped the bones.

Fang Younan noticed her movements, strode forward and grabbed her wrist.

"What did you just put in there?"

Before Jiang Xuxu could make a move, Zhou Hehe rushed over from the side.

"Hey, captain, please don't do anything. Master Jiang is still a child..."

As he spoke, he pulled Fang Younan's hand away.

Fang Younan:......

Do you want to listen to what you said?

Although he was speechless, Fang Younan had just acted on impulse and grabbed the person. Now seeing someone blocking him, he naturally let go and whispered sorry to Jiang Xuxu.

Jiang Xuxu wasn't angry at all, she just raised her eyes slightly and looked at the golden light emanating from the palm of the other person's hand.

Although it was very faint, it was indeed there, but compared to the golden light on Chu Beihe's body, this shallow golden light was almost negligible.

If he hadn't looked carefully just now, Jiang Xuxu wouldn't have even noticed it.

But this also proved in disguise that the police officer in front of him should have saved many lives.

Jiang Xuxu has always been relatively lenient towards such people.

Not only did he not care about the other party tugging on his wrist, he even took the initiative to give him some pointers.

"Officer Fang, your eyebrows are square, your nose is straight, and your whole body is upright. You are a very blessed person. If you feel anything is not going well recently, remember to go to the right."

Fang Younan:......

If I don’t teach you feudal superstition, why don’t you blame me?

He really doesn't quite understand the interests and hobbies of today's children.

"Thank you, but even if you say that, you still have to come back to the police station with me to record a statement."

The money-making case still needs to be investigated, and I happened to go back to record a confession with Xue Yining's case.

Jiang Xuxu pursed her lips. Although she didn't hate going to a place like the police station, recording a confession was indeed a waste of time.

But as a citizen, such obligations are unavoidable.

Just as he was about to nod in agreement, Fang Younan heard the cell phone in his pocket ring.

Fang Younan motioned to her to wait, then walked to the side and answered the phone.

"I am Fang Younan."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be the leader of the police station. Fang Younan's face suddenly became serious, and his back straightened slightly.

I don't know what was said on the other end. Fang Younan frowned slightly, with some confusion, and his eyes subconsciously looked towards Jiang Xuxu.

After a while, he hung up the phone and came back.

When he looked at Jiang Xuxu, his eyes were a little weird.

"Someone from above said hello. You don't have to go back with me to record a statement for the time being."

What's more, specialized personnel also take over cases that generate money.

Although Fang Younan didn't know clearly, it seemed that he was from the National Security Agency.

The other party even asked him to be more polite to Jiang Xuxu...

Jiang Xuxu seemed a little surprised, but she didn't ask any more questions and just nodded.

Soon, Fang Younan and the police team took Xue Yining and left. Before leaving, they checked the bag containing the bones and found that there was nothing extra in it except a little black ash, so they left with peace of mind.

There were only people from the program team left in the house again, as well as some onlookers who were still watching.

Director Chen's head was in a mess, and he sat on the floor a little depressed, with a rather hopeless expression on his face.

Zhou Hehe went over to pull him, "Old Chen, what are you doing? Pack your things and leave first. Do you still want to spend the night in this house?"

When Director Chen heard this, he stood up from the ground in an instant.

Knowing the origin of this house and the bones rising from the ground, Director Chen, no matter how fearless he was, could not help but feel taboo.

But soon, the shock of being axed once the variety show started took over his whole body and mind again.

"Hey... you really shouldn't touch metaphysics casually."

Zhou Hehe also sighed a little when he heard the words, and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but for a moment he couldn't find the words to comfort him. Just as he was feeling regretful, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Zhou Hehe answered the phone, and he didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone. He saw that Zhou Hehe's expression, which was also a little depressed at first, became brighter and brighter. When he hung up the phone, he was even a little excited.

I saw him holding Director Chen's shoulders and shaking him back and forth, with uncontrollable excitement in his tone.

"Old Chen! The show is not dead! Someone from above has spoken and our show can survive again!"