Metaphysics crazily criticizes big boss, shocking the country by marrying a vegetative person

Hearing Nan Yiran ask this, He Yongsheng was stunned, slowly lowered his head, and spoke slowly, with a hint of unspeakable bitterness in his voice.

"Xiaohui and I are fucking neighbors and grew up together. When we were playing house when we were little, she said she wanted to marry me when she grew up.

When she was twenty, we got married.

After marriage, we had a good relationship until she became pregnant with Xiaohui. "

Speaking of this, He Yongsheng paused, raised his head, wiped his face, took a deep breath, and continued:

"Everything was fine at first, but I didn't expect dystocia during delivery. After a day and night of hard work, the child was born, but she hurt her body and left me and Xiaohui a year later."

After his wife died, some people wanted to introduce a new daughter-in-law to He Yongsheng. He Yong was afraid that the stepmother would not treat his son well, so he refused. He Hui was raised by one person as both father and mother.

The family's economic conditions were poor, and He Yongsheng also tried to start some small businesses, hoping to create better living conditions for his son.

But no matter what he did, he always failed.

In the end, He Yongsheng accepted his fate and felt that he was not suitable for business. He worked at home with his children to make ends meet.

"You and your eldest brother don't have a good relationship?" Nan Yiran asked again.

This time, He Yongsheng was stunned for a moment, and then waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no, my eldest brother and I have a very good relationship. He has been taking care of me and Xiaohui all these years."

Nan Yira didn't say anything else. She knew the answers to some questions at a glance. She didn't need to ask, but she always had to give the person involved a buffer to think.

Once some truths are revealed, they will become unacceptable for a while.

"Is there a ladder at home?"

"Yes, yes, I'll get it right away." He Yongsheng quickly moved the ladder out of the room, "Master Nan, where is the ladder?"

"Put it there." Nan Yiran pointed to the center of the beam, "Bring me an axe."

After taking the ax handed over by He Yongsheng, Nan Yiran climbed up the ladder.

"Hey, Master Nan, how about I do it? I can just command you whatever you want."

"No, it'll be fine in a moment."

He Yongsheng didn't know what Nan Yira was going to do. He was worried that she would accidentally fall while climbing the ladder, so he had to stand below and hold the ladder steady.

Climbing near the beam, Nan Yiran swung the ax towards the backlight of the beam, and in just two strokes, he cut a hole.

Then she reached out and pulled something out of the hole.

He Yongsheng, who had been staring below, was very surprised when he saw it.

Isn’t the beam a whole piece of wood? How could there be anything?

When Nan Yiran got off the ladder and handed the thing to He Yongsheng, he saw clearly that it was a small wooden man wrapped in a yellow cloth strip.

The little figure is very delicately carved, and his eyebrows and eyes look very similar to that of He Yongsheng. He looks a bit older.

Opening the yellow cloth wrapped around the villain, the writing on it was already a little black. When he saw the content clearly, He Yongsheng was a little stunned.

Isn't this your birth date?

How could there be a small piece of wood wrapped with his birth date and placed in the beam of his house?

"This is called the art of hating victory, a special skill of the carpenter. Putting the wooden figure with the birth date of the owner of the house upside down in the beam will make everything go wrong for the people who live in the house, no matter what they do. Neither will succeed.

If the birth date of the owner of the house is written in the blood of a dead person, then everyone in the house will die! "

After listening to Nan Yira's words, He Yongsheng's voice trembled a little, and he asked in disbelief: "Master Nan, when did this little man put this little man in the beam of my house?"

"The day the house is built with beams."

He Yongsheng's hand shook, and the cloth and the little man fell to the ground. He murmured: "Impossible, impossible, impossible..."

This house was a new house specially built when I was going to marry He Hui's mother.

The eldest brother was responsible for the beams of the house. From the raw material to the production, everything was done by others. At that time, He Yongsheng was still full of gratitude to his eldest brother.

But if it weren't for the eldest brother, who else could put this little wooden man into the beam of his house silently?

This little man was carved so finely, so much like himself, that only the eldest brother in the whole village could do it.

so......

He Yongsheng didn't want to think about it anymore, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"He Hui damn it. You have made repeated losses in business. You have worked so hard for so many years and still have a poor family. Even He Hui was unlucky enough to meet a female ghost who died unjustly and was possessed. It all has something to do with this victory-hating technique. .

He Hui had been seriously ill after being possessed by a female ghost before. The yin energy in his body had not completely dissipated and his body was weak. He would not fall into coma again until he stayed in this house for a long time. " Nan Yiran continued.

Fortunately, He Yongsheng's ancestors were virtuous and rescued an expert and gave the thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood to the He family.

After the death of his parents, this piece of lightning-struck wood was almost burned as waste wood by He Yongsheng's eldest brother.

He Yongsheng felt that it was something passed down from his ancestors, so he picked it up and kept it.

With this piece of wood as a anchor in the house, he and his son were able to live safely until now.

It was precisely because of the virtue accumulated by his ancestors that he met Nan Yilan, which changed the fate of him and his son.

I agree with the saying that if your ancestors are virtuous, your descendants will be blessed.

"I'll go find him to settle the score!" After knowing the truth, He Yongsheng's eyes turned red as he thought of his dead wife and son who was still in a coma. He picked up an ax and was about to rush out of the house.

Nan Yiran stopped him: "If you really kill him, you will have to pay with your life. What will Xiaohui do?"

"Master Nan, do I have to endure this? He wants to kill my whole family!" He Yongsheng gritted his teeth.

"Take out the wooden man from the beam, and the art of aversion to victory will be broken, and it will no longer harm you and He Hui. As long as the wooden man is burned, everything you have endured will come back to the person who cast it. Your eldest brother’s family will die suddenly one after another.”

Hearing this, He Yongsheng was stunned.

The eldest brother has a family of four, and his niece and nephew have been calling him uncle sweetly since they were young. What's wrong with them?

Do you really want them to be buried with their father's mistakes?

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Yongsheng, I'm the eldest brother. I heard that Xiaohui is sick again. I came to see him."

When He Yongsheng heard his eldest brother's voice, he became angry again. He rushed forward and opened the door, grabbed He Zhongsheng's collar, and dragged him into the house.

He Zhongsheng was frightened by his younger brother's appearance: "He Yongsheng, you are possessed, why are you crazy? I am your eldest brother, let me go!"

"Brother? How can I have a big brother like you?!" He Yongsheng's eyes were red, he picked up the wooden man on the ground and threw it at He Zhongsheng.

Seeing the little wooden man, He Zhongsheng's expression changed drastically: "Here, where did you come from?"

"Where did it come from? Isn't this what you hid in the beam of my house? My, ok, eldest brother!" He Yongsheng said every word through gritted teeth.

"No, it's not me, it's not me, Yongsheng, there must be some misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding? Well, since it is a misunderstanding, I will burn this little wooden man now!"

After saying that, He Yongsheng took out his lighter and lit it!