Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

"That's Chi You." Xia Jingsheng said.

Legend has it that Chi You was the tribal leader of the Jiuli clan in ancient times, with a face like the head of an ox and wings on his back.

The statue enshrined on Lin Jiaxiang's case is exactly the same as the legendary Chi You.

"I heard that Miao Man has the habit of worshiping ancestors. So, isn't the ancestor of the Lin family Chi You?" Sun Wenxi also thought of the key point.

The Jiuli nationality has many branches in modern times, Miao Man is one of them.

Xia Jingsheng shook his head and said, "Nowadays, the Lin family has very little information about my mother, only one photo. Even if I want to track it down, it will be very difficult."

Sun Wenxi supported Xia Jingsheng's waist, and patted him lightly on the back: "There's no rush right now, Jingsheng, even if you really have Miao Man's blood, it doesn't matter. I like you This person should accept everything about you."

Xia Jingsheng looked up at him and said with a smile, "Are you not angry anymore?"

"Angry?!" Sun Wenxi was taken aback, and only then remembered that he deliberately snubbed Xia Jingsheng earlier.

Seeing that Xia Jingsheng was in a low mood, he couldn't bear to keep a straight face, but he didn't expect Xia Jingsheng to puncture him so bluntly.

"One size fits one." He coughed lightly, but he didn't let go of his arms around Xia Jingsheng's waist.

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But after Mo Hong and Sun Xia parted ways, they got into the car.

Now she is wearing a red string on her hand, so she can see Chen Qiang all the time.

Chen Qiang sat side by side with her in the back row, with his hands on his lap, sitting quite stiffly.

Mo Hong felt uncomfortable all over her body. She pursed her lips and said, "Go back to Lido."

Lido is the ballroom that Song Hui built after he came to Jiangcheng. When Chen Qiang heard this, his hands on his thighs tightened immediately.

He glanced at Mo Hong tentatively: "Is it okay not to go back to Lido?"

Listening to his accent, Mo Hong felt inexplicably irritated. She glared at Chen Qiang: "If I don't go back to Lido, where can I go?"

The driver in the front seat agreed: "Sister Hong, just tell me where you want to go."

Mo Hong realized that she had made a slip of the tongue, so she turned her head and stopped talking.

Chen Qiang looked at Mo Hong cautiously, and when he reached the place, he followed her out of the car.

Mo Hong carried her bag and walked on high heels for a while, then suddenly turned around and stared at Chen Qiang: "Don't follow me anymore, I will undo the wind chime today and let you go free!"

Chen Qiang said anxiously: "No, Hong'er, you can't be so cruel!"

Mo Hong said with a straight face: "Ever since you followed me, I was not allowed to get close to other men, and my job was ruined by you. Now I finally gained a foothold in Lido, and you are here to disrupt the situation again. Brother Qiang , when I beg you, you go. Don’t you want me to live well? I am doing well now, I can afford beautiful clothes, and I can afford fancy restaurants, so you can rest assured.”

"If you are really living so well, why bother to recruit me back?" Chen Qiang asked.

"I was just fascinated by ghosts for a while!" Mo Hong supported his forehead and said, "I regret it."

Chen Qiang's face changed a few times, and that bloody face appeared again.

"Ah—" Mo Hong screamed.

"Sister Hong? What's the matter?" The waiter who was familiar with Lidu rushed over when he heard the voice, and saw Mo Hong covering his face, screaming indistinctly.

"Ghost...ghost, there is a ghost!" Mo Hong's nails painted bright red Koudan deeply penetrated into the back of the waiter's hand.

"Sister Hong, calm down." The waiter frowned in pain and said, "The sky is bright and bright, where are the ghosts?"

It was only then that Mo Hong realized that she was the only one who could see Chen Qiang.She hurriedly untied the bracelet, threw it far away, and then entered the Lido Ballroom without looking back, as if this could drive Chen Qiang away.

It was not yet the opening hour for the Lido Ballroom, and most of the dancers were still asleep.Mo Hong looked around, and after throwing away the bracelet, he really couldn't see Chen Qiang.

She felt at ease, and just as she was about to go back to her room, she saw the waiter rushing over: "Sister Hong, Boss Song is looking for you."

Mo Hong's eyebrows twitched, and she said impatiently: "I'm tired, you tell him that I won't go there yet."

These days Song Hui has taken a fancy to Mo Hong and is chasing after him sending flowers and gifts.Although Song Hui is rich and powerful, his taste is poor.

Mo Hong is used to living a refined life and knows how to tell good from bad.

She knew that Song Hui just fell in love with her beauty, just like everyone else, but she just threw it away after sleeping, so she didn't want to deal with it.

But Song Hui was the boss after all, and Mo Hong couldn't bear to refuse publicly, so she had to hide from Song Hui. Unexpectedly, Song Hui sent someone to look for her at this moment.

The waiter took a cautious look at Mo Hong: "Sister Hong, I'm afraid it won't work this time. Boss Song is getting angry and wants you to go by name. If you don't go, we will all be punished."

Mo Hong's heart skipped a beat, wondering what kind of wind Song Hui was having again.

She took out the mirror from her handbag, and was about to get a haircut and touch up her makeup, when she suddenly saw the bracelet that she had just thrown away and returned to her wrist.

Mo Hong took a deep breath, turned around and saw Chen Qiang standing aside with drooping eyes, not daring to look up at her.

Before she could speak, Chen Qiang compromised: "I promise, I won't interfere with your work anymore, as long as you allow me to follow you."

Mo Hong's heart was in a state of confusion, she had an intuition that finding Song Hui would not do anything good, adding Chen Qiang now would make things worse.

When she came to Song Hui's lounge door, she knocked on the door, and heard a soft laugh from inside: "Master Hui, you are bad..."

Mo Hong frowned, and was about to leave when she heard Song Hui's shady voice: "Where are you going? The door is unlocked, come in."

Mo Hong walked in, and in the room, Song Hui was hugging two heavily made-up women, who seemed to be the newly signed dancers of Lido.

Mo Hong couldn't remember their names, but they were obedient and called out spontaneously: "Hello, Sister Hong."

Mo Hong had a sullen face and didn't even give them a straight look.

Song Hui patted them on the back, waited for them to leave, and then slowly poured a glass of wine, and sat on the sofa and drank one sip at a time.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Mo Hong was stared at by him, feeling uncomfortable all over.

"Where did you go today?" Song Hui asked casually.

"Carpenter's shop." Mo Hong gripped the handbag tightly.

"What are you doing at the carpenter's shop?" Song Hui shook the foreign wine glass, looking at the liquor inside.

"I didn't do anything." Mo Hong felt a sense of tension, and she felt that Song Hui's attitude today was very wrong.

Although Song Hui was not patient with her, no matter how bad he was, he would not be as lukewarm and unhurried as he is today.

"Didn't do anything?" Song Hui snorted, "It's the meeting man who went out!"

Mo Hong looked at Song Hui like a frightened bird, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"Am I talking nonsense?!" Song Hui suddenly raised his hand, and a stack of photos landed in front of Mo Hong.

"What are these?" Song Hui stood up and approached Mo Hong slowly.

Mo Hong was trembling all over: "Are you looking for someone to follow me?!"

"So what?!" Song Hui grabbed Mo Hong's hair and forced her to look up.

"You bitch is really promiscuous. One Sun Wenxi can't satisfy you, and then you turn around and hook up with Xia Jingsheng, who is still hanging on me. What's the matter, do you think they will marry you as their wife?!"

"I didn't!" Mo Hong looked at Song Hui coldly.

How could Song Hui bear such contemptuous eyes, he slapped Mo Hong upwards, turning Mo Hong's face to one side.

"You don't look at your own virtue, you are not qualified to be a concubine, and you dare to hang on to me!"

Just as Song Hui's hand was pinching Mo Hong's neck, a sharp pain suddenly hit his face.

"Ouch—" Song Hui was beaten to the ground, he covered his eyes and struggled to get up, and looked around, only Mo Hong was alone.

"You stinky bitch, dare to hit me!" Song Hui struggled to stand up, and suddenly saw in horror that a stool next to him flew up and fell towards him.

"Brother Qiang, don't!" Mo Hong exclaimed.

But it was too late, the chair almost fell on Song Hui's head, Song Hui turned red on the spot, with blood running down his face.

The waiter outside heard the noise inside, came in to have a look, and saw the stool lying on the ground and Song Hui with his head bleeding, he was terrified, and immediately called the police.

When Ye Henglang brought people here, what he saw was Song Hui who was bandaging the wound and screaming in pain, and Mo Hong who looked devastated.

He interrogated the two separately, and Song Hui vividly described the scene at that time: "The cut on my forehead was hit by that stinky bitch with a chair. She wants to kill me. Officer, you have to make the decision for me." .”

Compared with Song Hui, Mo Hong looked very calm, her expression was cold, her eyes were black and blue, she looked extremely tired.

"Miss Mo, do you have anything to say?" Ye Henglang asked.

Mo Hong shook his head.

"Miss Mo, now that Mr. Song is going to sue you for premeditated murder, you have nothing to say?"

Mo Hong shook her head: "I didn't do it, but it has something to do with me. Police officer, you can arrest me if you want, I have nowhere to go anyway."

It was the first time Ye Henglang met such a negative suspect.

But when he told Song Hui about Mo Hong's confession, Song Hui strongly opposed Mo Hong's imprisonment.

"Prison? Wouldn't it be cheaper for this stinky bitch? Police officer, you hand her over to me. I have eleven thousand ways to make her life worse than death."

The parties were willing to reconcile, but Ye Henglang was not at all happy about closing the case. He could clearly see the despair in Mo Hong's eyes.

In the temporary detention room, Chen Qiang sat beside Mo Hong, feeling so guilty that he didn't know what to do. He apologized over and over again: "Hong'er, I'm sorry, I didn't expect to hurt you, I really regret not killing him directly!"

Mo Hong smiled wryly and shook his head: "At that time, there were only him and me in the room. If he died, then I would definitely be involved."

"Then what should we do? Could it be that he bullied you like this?!" Chen Qiang was extremely angry for a moment, but then he was speechless because Mo Hong's eyes were filled with tears.

"Brother Qiang, why do you think we have become what we are today? Back then, although we were poor, we had hope every day. Now we don't have to worry about food or clothing, but we are not happy at all." Mo Hong said desperately.

"Hong'er, after you go out, leave Lido."

Looking at the high walls around, Mo Hong shook her head and said, "I can't get out, Song Hui won't let me go so easily."

As soon as the words fell, footsteps came from the door of the cell, and the patrolman said indifferently: "Mo Hong, you can go!"

Chen Qiang's face brightened instantly, but Mo Hong's heart trembled.When she saw Song Hui's car outside the patrol room, she experienced that ominous premonition.

When Song Hui saw her, he specially made a gesture of invitation to her.

The moment Mo Hong was about to get into the car, Song Hui suddenly whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, we still have a lot of time, I'll play with you slowly. Don't you like pretending to be a strong girl? I like this one the most." .”

Along the way, Song Hui sat in the back of the car, pinched Mo Hong's neck, and kissed Mo Hong's lips forcefully.

Chen Qiang has been watching from the side, his face that was originally intact peeled off little by little, and two lines of blood and tears were shed.

When Song Hui raised his hand to undo the button of Mo Hong's cheongsam, a sharp pain suddenly came from his otherwise intact hand. When he looked again, a big hole was broken in the palm, and the surrounding skin seemed to be burned, which was horrible.

The moment Song Hui covered his hands and howled, Mo Hong subconsciously looked at Chen Qiang.

This time she was not frightened, but the tears in her eyes could no longer stop the car and fell down.

The car was supposed to drive back to Lido, but now I had to go to the nearest hospital. The German doctor held Song Hui's hand and looked at it for a long time. Seeing that Song Hui's patience was exhausted and he was about to scold his mother, he said in disbelief: "This is too strange. I've never seen a wound like this before."

When cleaning the wound with alcohol, Song Hui screamed heartbreakingly, and Mo Hong shivered outside the clinic.

Contrary to her expression as if she was facing a formidable enemy, there was an unconcealable smile on Chen Qiang's face.

He asked like an invitation: "Hong'er, do you still remember what we said in prison, if we can get out safely, we will leave Lido?"

Mo Hong looked at Chen Qiang with complicated eyes, and finally agreed after Chen Qiang's repeated questioning: "En."

The moment the door of the consulting room opened, Mo Hong looked up at Song Hui in a panic.

The strange thing is, Song Hui didn't get angry, nor did he make a move, he just looked at Mo Hong with a smile.

"Sister Hong, do you know what the older generation calls us?" Song Hui asked suddenly.

"What?!" Mo Hong instinctively felt that there would be no good words.

"It's called Bazixiangke, I know it, God is warning me, but if I have evil intentions towards you, there will be no good results!" Song Hui said with a half-smile, "That's all, I won't touch you from now on."

Chen Qiang's eyes lit up, and he looked at Mo Hong in surprise.

But Mo Hong didn't feel surprised at all. She had an intuition that something was wrong. These days, she dealt with Song Hui like walking on eggshells, so she had some understanding of Song Hui's temperament.Song Hui is a person who will take revenge, and will never suffer in silence.At this moment, he was able to look pleasant, he must have already thought of a countermeasure, so he used the tactic of delaying the attack. "

Back in Lido, Mo Hong excused herself to be tired, and immediately hid in the room. She locked the door and fell on the bed exhausted.

Chen Qiang said happily: "Hurry up and pack up your things, let's go."

Seeing his excited look, Mo Hong felt a pang of guilt.She opened the suitcase and slowly stuffed the clothes into it.Taking advantage of Chen Qiang's unpreparedness, she suddenly took down the wind chime hanging in front of the window.

Taoist Xianyun once told her that if you want to send away the invited soul, you only need to take off the wind chime, then gently shake it three times with your hand, and silently say "Where did it come from?" After three hours, the soul They will be taken away by ghost messengers.

Chen Qiang already realized something was wrong when she shook the wind chime.

He stared blankly at Mo Hong's movements, and after a while, he shouted loudly: "No—"

Hearing that shrill cry, Mo Hong burst into tears. She tremblingly said: "Brother Qiang, forget about me. In the next life, find a good family and find a girl who is a hundred times better than me."

"Hong'er, I beg you not to!" Chen Qiang begged, reaching out to reach for the wind chime, but Mo Hong avoided it.

"Brother Qiang, I can't leave. You can't imagine how powerful Song Hui is. Even if I go to the ends of the world, he will catch me back. I'm sorry, I signed a death contract with Lidu."

Chen Qiang's blood and tears flowed all over his face, and he was still fighting desperately.

At this moment, neither Mo Hong nor Chen Qiang knew that Taoist Xianyun was leisurely drinking tea in Song Hui's lounge.

As soon as Song Hui entered the door, he untied the gauze on his hand and threw it aside: "What time is it, you still want to drink tea! It's all because of your bad idea, it almost hurt me to death."

Song Hui stretched out his hand in front of Xianyun, the hole in his palm looked shocking, and the surrounding area was scorched black as if burned by a raging fire.

Taoist Xianyun took out a wide mouth bottle and poured the contents on Song Hui's wound.

Soon, the burning sensation of the wound subsided, and the tragic wound healed quickly.

Song Hui's eyes widened in surprise: "What is this?"

"It's just the nectar to ward off evil spirits." Taoist Xianyun wiped his hands, "Don't worry, I've arranged everything, and I'm sure that little ghost will be gone."

Taoist Xianyun was holding a string of wind chimes, which at first glance looked very similar to the one that Mo Hong had just taken down, but upon closer inspection, one would find that the patterns on the two strings of wind chimes were different.

"Are you sure?" Song Hui was dubious.

"To deal with this kind of brat is effortless." Taoist Xianyun sneered.

In Mo Hong's room, Chen Qiang was still begging, but Mo Hong remained unmoved.

She was lying on her side on the bed, covering her head with the quilt, unwilling to listen to Chen Qiang's words, and she held the wind chime tightly to her chest to prevent it from being snatched by Chen Qiang.

She closed her eyes, trying to relax her tense nerves.

Fatigue quickly surged up, like sleeping but not sleeping, Mo Hong suddenly felt a chill hit.Her eyelids were heavy, and her whole body seemed to be fixed, and she opened her eyes a crack with all her strength.

Before going to bed, Mo Hong clearly did not turn off the lights, but at this moment the room was pitch black.

There was a harsh sound from the window, as if something sharp was constantly scratching the glass.

Mo Hong looked towards the window sill, and in an instant, she saw a scene she would never forget.

There are all kinds of ghosts outside the window, with different death shapes and grim expressions.The hanged ghost stuck out its long tongue and kept licking the window; the zombie-like monster scratched the window with its long sharp nails.

Seeing that they were about to destroy the window, Chen Qiang was standing by the window waiting.

When he found that Mo Hong was awake, he only said one word: "Run."

As soon as the words fell, the glass shattered crisply, and a group of ghosts rushed in with their teeth and claws.

Chen Qiang, who is also a ghost, couldn't stand it at all, so he could only shout at Mo Hong with all his strength: "Run—"

The head-decapitated ghost's neck could be turned [-] degrees. It opened its mouth wide and bit Chen Qiang's head tightly.

Mo Hong was trembling with fright, seeing those ghosts rushing towards her, she instinctively ran out the door.

But there was a strong resistance outside the door, and it took her a long time to pull the door open a little.

Chen Qiang's screams were endless, and Mo Hong's tears rolled in her eyes, but she didn't dare to turn her head.

Finally, when those ghosts crossed the barrier of "Chen Qiang" and found Mo Hong, she successfully opened the door.

Panicked, Mo Hong scrambled down the stairs with her bare feet, and the moment she saw the street lights turn on, she sat down on the curb and cried bitterly.