Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

"You don't need to know who I am, just tell me, do you really want Sun Wenxi to come back to you?" The voice was full of bewitching, step by step making Fu Feng's feet sink.

"Of course! Of course I hope that Brother Gou'er can come back to me, just like when I was a child, I am close to him..." Fu Feng became more and more involved in the drama, and gradually, even he himself couldn't tell what was going on. What is true and what is false.

"Since someone else robbed you, I will help you get it back." After the voice finished speaking, Fu Feng felt a powerful force sweeping over him, and when he opened his eyes again, he was still surrounded by devotees who were kneeling deeply.

In a trance, Fu Feng couldn't distinguish between fantasy and reality, and only felt that he had a big dream in a daze.

But it was said that Xia Jingsheng and Sun Wenxi were hanging concentric knots under the marriage tree, a sudden gust of wind blew in the air, and the concentric knots they hung fell to the ground, which happened to be next to the old sweeper's broom.

The old man bent down, picked up the fiery red concentric knot, and handed it back to Xia Jingsheng.

When the four eyes met, the old man suddenly said something of unknown meaning: "My lord, please be more careful in the near future."

Xia Jingsheng had faintly sensed that something was about to happen, but now that he has been warned by the old man, he is even more certain in his heart.

He tied the sympathetic knot tightly, and thanked the old man respectfully.

After returning from the Nuwa Temple, Xia Jingsheng devoted himself to recuperating and recuperating, and all Feng Shui services were suspended.

On this day, Xia Jingsheng was meditating with his eyes closed, when a woman suddenly broke into his sea of ​​consciousness, all dressed in ancient costumes.

"Who are you?" Xia Jingsheng asked attentively.

"Someone told me that you stole his things." The woman laughed sullenly, "I'll get it back for him."

The woman's voice was full of indescribable ambiguity, which made people's ears tremble.

"What did I steal from him?"

"man."

"How do you ask for it?"

"Of course...to kill you." The woman's voice fell, and the leg covered under the petticoat turned into a curved snake tail, sweeping towards Xia Jingsheng.

Xia Jingsheng concentrated his energy, knowing the struggle in the sea, he couldn't use the power of the magic weapon, so he could only fight the snake demon with his bare hands.

The snake demon can break the formation he set up outside the house, and its cultivation is much stronger than ordinary monsters.

At the moment of the attack, she snorted and said, "Are you injured?" As she spoke, the moves became more and more fierce.

Xia Jingsheng tried his best to fight back, but he was still at a disadvantage.

"Give up, if you are not injured, I think I can't beat you, but if you are injured, the situation will be very different." The snake demon's voice became more and more proud.

Xia Jingsheng only felt that the golden light was shining brightly in front of his eyes, that thing was clearly a monster, but it had an air of unknown origin, Xia Jingsheng's moves could only do limited damage to her, but she struck fiercely, and the moves were fatal.

"It seems that you don't cry when you see the coffin, but it's not a pity. Anyone like you who grabs other people's things at will deserves to die." The word death was said, and the snake demon launched a big move.

Xia Jingsheng only felt a huge pain in his chest, as if his heart had been ripped out.

When he practiced Taoism when he was young, Ling Xiaozi once told Xia Jingsheng that the chest is where the door of a practitioner of Taoism lies, once the heart and liver are injured, the limit of a person is coming.

The pain came in bursts, Xia Jingsheng's face was like gold paper, his body couldn't support himself, and he fell down on the couch.

His soul gradually separated from his body, and floated in mid-air ignorantly.

He saw Sun Wenxi break into the door, lifted his body from the bed, touched his breath with trembling hands, then looked horrified, and called for the doctor.

Xia Jingsheng looked down at his transparent hands, and it took him a long time to realize that his soul had left his body.

After the soul leaves the body, ghost messengers will come to seduce the soul, and when they arrive in the underworld, walk on Huangquan Road, and cross the Naihe Bridge, the memories of the whole life will be lost, and there will be no room for maneuver.

Xia Jingsheng had to find a way to bring his soul back into his body. This was Xia Jingsheng's first thought.

He mustered all his strength, wanting to take a breath and rush back into his body.

But the body was like an iron wall to him, elusive, and whenever he tried to get close, he would always be forced out by a strong resistance.

In the void, the ambiguous female voice sounded again: "It's useless, I set up an enchantment, and you can't break through it with your soul power alone."

Xia Jingsheng gritted his teeth: "I have never had any enmity with you, why did you decide to put me to death?"

"Because in everything, there should be a first-come-first-served basis. If you steal something from someone, you deserve to die." Seeing Xia Jingsheng's distressed appearance, the snake demon seemed very happy.

She looked at Sun Wenxi who was full of eagerness, and said with a sneer, "Man, he is dying for you right now, maybe before the first seven days, he's already gone to have fun."

Xia Jingsheng reprimanded: "Why do you need to judge my relationship with Wenxi?"

"I don't need to judge." The snake demon flicked its tail, "You are dying now, I advise you to take a second look at this world."

Xia Jingsheng ignored the snake demon and concentrated on breaking through the barrier.

But just as the snake demon said, now he only has soul power and is injured, so he really can't break through the barrier.

Until the figure of the ghost messenger appeared in front of Xia Jingsheng's eyes, his soul still couldn't return to his body.

In the past, when Xia Jingsheng went to the underworld, he used his identity as a yin and yang walker, and he didn't need to pass through the ghost gate.

The ghost messenger who had never met Xia Jingsheng read Xia Jingsheng's identity information in a cold tone.

When it came to the year of birth and death, Guicha paused and said in confusion: "The time is not right."

But this confusion was only for a short moment, and the companion said: "Perhaps there is a mistake in the book, first take him back to Yincao, and interrogate him carefully."

Xia Jingsheng's wrists were handcuffed, and he was led to the underworld by ghost messengers. Behind him was a smug snake demon, waving at him swaggeringly.

Sun Wenxi was restless all day long. He went out to buy Xia Jingsheng's favorite snacks, but when he returned to the old house, he found out that Xia Jingsheng had been in seclusion in his room for half a day.

There was no sound in the room, and Sun Wenxi stood in front of the door, suddenly feeling a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He broke in and saw Xia Jingsheng lying on the couch.

He had seen Xia Jingsheng injured before, but he was pale and lifeless like this time.

Sun Wenxi was always calm, but at this moment he completely panicked, and stretched out his hand out of nowhere, to check Xia Jingsheng's breath.

The faint breath shows that there is still a little freshness in the person, but there is only a little left.

Sun Wenxi didn't dare to move at all, afraid that if he moved, he would take away the slightest bit of vitality.

The doctor was invited, but after checking the pulse, he was at a loss what to do about Xia Jingsheng's condition.

The elderly man stroked his gray beard, and said with a troubled face: "This disease is extremely dangerous. I have been practicing medicine for many years, and I have never seen such a case..."

Sun Wenxi was so anxious that he didn't have time to listen to him speak slowly, so he urged with a straight face, "Are you sure it will be cured?"

"This..." The doctor hesitated, "I'm afraid the old man can't do it."

Famous doctors from all over the city were invited to Sun's house, one by one walked into the room full of confidence, and came out shaking their heads.

Sun Wenxi clenched his fists, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

When the last doctor resigned, Sun Wenxi finally couldn't hold back anymore.

His voice was terribly gloomy: "Have you invited all the famous doctors?"

The servant replied tremblingly: "I've invited them all, except the old Miao doctor from the Fu family."

"Then hurry up and invite me!" Sun Wenxi roared out, unable to suppress the sadness in his heart.

"But that's the Fu family..." The servant wondered.

"That's all, I'll go in person." Sun Wenxi carefully tucked in the quilt for Xia Jingsheng, and went to Fu's house.

The news of Sun Wenxi's visit lifted Fu Feng's spirits. He was eating sweet soup right now. When he heard the news, he was so happy that he stood up from the stool.

"Brother Gouer is here, he must have come to look for me on purpose." After a while of joy, he put down the bowl and spoon in his hand, and hurried to the mirror, "No, this dress is too ugly."

The servants were ordered to find clothes for him. Fu Feng was hesitating, but the door was pushed open with a "bang".

Sun Wenxi walked in with strides.

Fu Feng had never seen such a posture before, he was only half wearing his coat, and when he saw Sun Wenxi walking in, he said shyly, "Brother Gou'er, don't worry, we will be here soon."

Sun Wenxi ignored his words, and asked bluntly, "Where's the old Miao doctor in your family?"

Fu Feng was startled, and said anxiously: "Brother Gou'er, are you sick? Or is uncle sick?"

Sun Wenxi's face was extremely ugly: "It's Jing Sheng, let the old Miao doctor follow me back home."

Hearing Xia Jingsheng's name, Fu Feng's smiling face suddenly collapsed. He was not in a hurry now, he tied the strap slowly, raised his hand to pick a grape from the plate, and peeled it slowly.

"Who am I? It turns out to be Brother Gou'er's sweetheart." Fu Feng sneered.

Sun Wenxi didn't have time to argue with him, so he raised his voice: "Let that Miao doctor come to see me!"

But Fu Feng acted as if he didn't hear it, and put the peeled grapes to Sun Wenxi's mouth, seeing that Sun Wenxi didn't eat them, he swallowed them again.

The grapes are juicy, and Fu Feng wiped his fingers leisurely: "It just so happens that he went out with my father. Brother Gou'er wants to find someone, so let's come back another day."

Sun Wenxi frowned: "Going out, where did you go?"

"Then how do I know, I never ask about my father..." Before he could finish speaking, Fu Feng was grabbed by the collar.

"It's best for you to tell the truth. If there is even half a lie, Fu Feng, you know the consequences..." Sun Wenxi had just finished speaking when he heard an old voice behind him.

"Master Sun is looking for me?"

Sun Wenxi turned his head suddenly, and saw the old Miao doctor standing at the door with his hands behind his back, as if he had expected him to come.

Fu Feng blushed, not daring to look into Sun Wenxi's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Sun Wenxi didn't even give him a look, and directly tugged at the old Miao doctor's sleeve: "Follow me!"

Fu Feng was left alone, facing an open door.

"Master, should I change this clothes or not?" The servant was still holding the chosen clothes in his hand.

Fu Feng smashed all the clothes on the ground fiercely, and stomped hard on his feet.