Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

Xia Jingsheng came to the designated place according to the letter, and saw a coffin covered with red silk on the ground, with many attendants standing beside him.

The coffin was stained with mud and looked very old, obviously it had just been dug out of the tomb.

A man in a suit and shirt, but with old-fashioned cloth shoes on his feet, turned his back on Xia Jingsheng and looked at the mountains in the distance.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head slowly and said to Xia Jingsheng, "Long time no see."

Xia Jingsheng's eyes ached from Song Hui's round bald head and weird clothes, and he said in a low voice, "Where are the people from Wenxi?"

As soon as the words fell, the entourage escorted a man out. The man was kicked to the ground with a hood on his face and a shirt vest.

"Wen Xi?" Xia Jingsheng's heart sank, he saw the scars on the man's body.

Song Hui pulled out a handful of Brownings from his waist and pressed it against the man's temple: "Xia Jingsheng, let's make a deal."

"Today is the day when my Song family moved to the grave. You preside over the ceremony for me, and I will let Sun Wenxi go. How about it?"

When Xia Jingsheng heard the words, he felt that there was a fraud in it.

Song Hui is a person who has always acted unscrupulously, and will exact revenge.He spent so much time in tying Sun Wenxi and luring Xia Jingsheng here, it was not just as simple as asking Xia Jingsheng to preside over the coffin-falling ceremony.

Xia Jingsheng pursed his lips and took off the whip from his waist.

Song Hui smiled sadly and said, "Xia Jingsheng, you can try it out, the gun in my hand is faster, or your whip."

Xia Jingsheng looked at the kneeling man on the ground, and said, "I want to see Wen Xi's face."

Song Hui spat out the straw in his mouth: "You are not qualified to bargain with me! If you don't believe me, look behind you..."

Behind Xia Jingsheng, there was a row of attendants holding guns.

Anyone who saw such a scene would feel weak, but Xia Jingsheng was extremely calm. He looked straight at Song Hui and said, "Since that's the case, let's take a step back. I don't need to look at his face, but I... want to ask him a question." .”

"I'll say it again, you're not qualified to..."

"Wen Xi, what did we agree on at the art school that day?" Before Song Hui could finish speaking, Xia Jingsheng asked.

For a moment, everyone looked at the man kneeling on the ground.

However, he still lowered his head, as if he didn't hear Xia Jingsheng's voice.

Song Hui yelled angrily: "Xia Jingsheng, you fucking dare to trick me, believe it or not, I'll kill you with one shot! Someone, take Sun Wenxi down for me!"

Xia Jingsheng's fist hidden in his sleeve slowly loosened.

Song Hui gritted his teeth and said, "From now on, do as I say! Otherwise, Sun Wenxi's life will be lost!"

"Isn't it just a falling coffin? Why is Young Master Song so anxious to dig out this ancestor's coffin in such a hurry? It seems that Young Master Song is not very knowledgeable. First of all, the falling coffin needs to find the real dragon treasure cave..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I've already found someone to look after me, and this is the real dragon treasure cave! You just need to lower the coffin for me!" Song Hui said impatiently.

Xia Jingsheng took out the compass from his sleeve, looked at a few directions calmly, frowned and said, "Who told Young Master Song that Mingqupo is a treasure acupoint of geomantic omen?"

"It has nothing to do with you!" Song Hui raised his hand, pointing his dark gun at Xia Jingsheng, "Are you falling or not?"

"If Song Shao has made up his mind, I will definitely be willing to help, but... this fate is not the treasure cave of the real dragon..." As soon as Xia Jingsheng said the words, a person jumped out anxiously.

"Song Shao, don't listen to the nonsense of the surname Xia. This place is clearly a blessed land. This fate is like an eagle about to fly. Bury the tombs of your ancestors here. In the future, you will surely fly to prosperity and live a happy life." Peerless." Taoist Xianyun said.

"Who am I?!" Xia Jingsheng snorted, "It turns out that you are a monster, and you think you haven't harmed enough people, so you want to drag Young Master Song into your back?"

Hearing Xia Jingsheng's determined tone, Song Hui showed a hint of hesitation on his face.

Although he worked hand in hand with Taoist Xianyun, he believed in Xia Jingsheng's strength even more.

Taoist Xianyun had a bitter face, and howled: "Song Shaoming, thanks to Song Shao's support, I was able to find a place to settle down in this huge Jiangcheng, and I would not repay my kindness. On the contrary, Sun Xia Er People, you have repeatedly ruined your good deeds, you must not trust them again."

After Song Hui heard this, the hesitation in his heart was dispelled.He made up his mind and said: "Xia Jingsheng, don't deceive people with your gossip here, I've made up my mind, I'm going to die here on this fateful slope."

After Song Hui finished speaking, Taoist Xianyun smiled complacently.

In fact, this fateful slope is exactly as Taoist Xianyun said, it looks like an eagle waiting to fly, and it has the potential to soar into the sky.

But there is another mystery here. On the slanted front side of Mingcuo Slope, there is a low hillside, which looks like a wild mouse lying on the ground.

As a result, the situation of "the eagle catching the mouse" has been formed.

After the eagle preys on the vole, it will indeed soar into the sky, but the question is, who will be the sacrificial vole?

The answer is very simple, it is the Feng Shui master who presided over the ceremony of dropping the coffin.

Sacrificial to Mr. Feng Shui, the lucky master buried here, the descendants will be able to flourish, which is beyond words.

What Taoist Xianyun could see, Xia Jingsheng naturally also saw it.

His complexion was covered with a layer of frost, and he looked at Taoist Xianyun with terribly cold eyes: "Since this place is so good, wouldn't it be better to express your loyalty to Young Master Song if you presided over the ceremony of dropping the coffin yourself?"

Taoist Xianyun's expression changed suddenly, and he blurted out: "No!"

"Why not?!" Xia Jingsheng refused to budge.

"I... my qualifications are shallow... I still need to find a senior Fengshui master for this coffin dropping ceremony." Taoist Xianyun gritted his teeth.

"Tsk, you admit that I have deep qualifications, why did you argue with me just now?!" Xia Jingsheng choked mercilessly.

"I..." Taoist Xianyun wanted to argue again, but was stopped by Song Hui.

"That's enough, there's no need to argue anymore, Xia Jingsheng, you come to the coffin!" Song Hui ordered.

Xia Jingsheng looked at the two standing in front of him, Song Hui and Taoist Xianyun.

That day he solved the case of Ying Changfang's Gu poison and saved Song Hui's life. He absolutely never thought that today Song Hui would become Xianyun's monster's protective umbrella.

The two even, together with Xue Cheng, planned to harm Sun Wenxi.

"Oh..." Xia Jingsheng sighed, "Since Young Master Song has made up his mind, let's start."

Xia Jingsheng was obsessed with the compass, looked at the location, and ordered his followers to dig the soil, and a hole was dug in a short time.

He recited the mantra of raising the coffin and entering the tomb, and instructed Song Hui to place the spirit flag on the top of the coffin. Every time his entourage sprinkled a pinch of soil, the spirit flag would be lifted up. He repeated this three times. ".

After the earth completely buried the coffin, Xia Jingsheng placed the "Siku Statues" he had prepared in the four corners of the coffin. The statues all faced the center, converging spiritual energy from all directions, allowing wealth to enter and forming a noble situation.

"That's it, the coffin is finished." Xia Jingsheng looked at the arched tomb expressionlessly, "Young Master Song, please keep your promise."

A wicked smile appeared on Song Hui's lips: "Xia Jingsheng, you saved my life that day, I would have been merciful if I didn't kill you, since you have fallen into this coffin, life and death will be determined by God."

"And Sun Wenxi..." Song Hui touched his bald head, "I want him to die!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Hui's arm was tightly entangled by the snake-shaped whip.

In Xia Jingsheng's voice, there was unprecedented coldness hidden: "If you dare to hurt him, I will make your life worse than death!"

Song Hui watched the snake head getting closer and closer, feeling panicked, and couldn't help saying, "Let me go!"

"Where is he?!" Xia Jingsheng tightened his whip bit by bit, the whip was like a spiritual thorn, piercing Song Hui's arm to bleed.

"In...at Wanhuai Hall!" Song Hui said in horror.

Hearing this place, Xia Jingsheng almost couldn't control his killing intent.

The snake head sensed Xia Jingsheng's anger, showed its fangs, and bit Song Hui's arm hard.

The sharp fangs pierced Song Hui's clothes and skin, and suddenly there was a gunshot not far away.

Xia Jingsheng watched helplessly as the hooded man fell into a pool of blood.

Although he already knew that the man was not Sun Wenxi, Xia Jingsheng was still shocked by Song Hui's cruel temperament.

He walked quickly towards the man, and the man who was shot was already exhausted and died.

Song Hui's words kept echoing in his ears - "I want him to die!"

Xia Jingsheng didn't care much, and immediately set off for Wanhuai Hall.

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Sun Wenxi refused to let his partner replace him, and Mrs. Huai tortured him even more.

"Why don't you agree? If you agree, you will be free, and you still have ten thousand taels of gold..." Mrs. Huai repeated the same sentence over and over again.

Under this situation, Sun Wenxi laughed abruptly.

"What are you laughing at?!" Madam Huai asked.

"I laugh at you for not understanding. In my heart, Jing Sheng's safety comes first." Sun Wenxi said, "I'd rather risk my life than get him hurt."

These words touched Mrs. Huai's rebellion: "Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

A new round of torture begins.

When Xia Jingsheng arrived at Wan Huai Tang, he was taken aback by the eerie ghostly aura. This is not an ordinary old house, it is clearly a haunted house.

From the outside, Wanhuai Hall looks very dilapidated, and the paint on the door has been mottled and peeled off.Because it has been uninhabited for a long time, the atmosphere of desolation blows in the face, and the spider webs are layered layer after layer.

Xia Jingsheng could see with his naked eyes that the main hall was covered with dark clouds and filled with resentment.

"Someone is here?" Mrs. Huai, as the owner of Wan Huai Hall, can sense everyone who enters the house.

"Wen Xi, where are you?!" Xia Jingsheng's voice broke the silence.

"It's Jingsheng! It's Jingsheng!" Sun Wenxi lifted his spirits.

"Your sweetheart actually came to the door by itself." Mrs. Huai giggled, "I'll let you see if he is really worth your heart and soul!"

Xia Jingsheng looked around for Sun Wenxi's figure, and followed the stairs in the main hall to the second floor.

The black air on the second floor is becoming more and more intense, especially in front of one of the room doors, where the black air is constantly escaping.

Xia Jingsheng stretched out his hand and pushed, but the door could not be opened.

At the same time, Mrs. Huai said bitterly: "Why?! Why did he find this place, and why doesn't my ability work on him!"

Sun Wenxi smiled and said: "My lover is a Feng Shui master. His eyes can see things that ordinary people can't see, maybe he can see you too."

Mrs. Huai understood that ordinary blindfolding methods would not work on Xia Jingsheng.

"Xia Jingsheng!" Madam Huai's voice sounded, "Your partner is in my hands, I have my eyes on him now, if you agree to keep him, I will promise you ten thousand taels of gold and ten carts of treasure, how about it?"

Xia Jingsheng laughed and said: "He is a priceless treasure in my eyes, if you want to snatch him from me, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

After finishing speaking, Xia Jingsheng took out his whip and whipped it towards the door.

The door panel was pulled in two, and a steady stream of black air seeped out from inside.

Xia Jingsheng walked straight into the room without any fear.

Suddenly, a group of white shadows passed beside him, with erratic movements.

The head of the snake on the whip stood up, and its neck fluttered, as if it was about to launch an offensive.

When the white shadow flashed past again, the snake head shot out and bit the "thing".

"Ah—" A shrill cry sounded, Miss Huai was no longer able to maintain the illusion, and Sun Wenxi, who was originally kept standing by the spell, almost fell down.

Xia Jingsheng hurriedly stepped forward to support him, only to see that Sun Wenxi's lips were pale, his face was lifeless, and his aura was like a thread, obviously he had stayed in Wanhuai Hall for a long time.

The "thing" was bitten, and it can no longer wander around, only appearing in reality.

It turned out to be a beautiful woman with black hair and fair complexion: "Sun Wenxi didn't lie, you can see me as expected."

Xia Jingsheng's face sank like water: "What did you do to him?"

"It's nothing..." Mrs. Huai smiled strangely, "It's just a game with him."

"Playing games?! He's a human and you're a ghost. You lure people here and torture them to death. You call this a game?!" Xia Jingsheng said loudly.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's all voluntary. I gave the gold and silver treasures to those men, and they agreed to exchange their partners one by one. They usually shouted like sweethearts. At the critical moment, it's not about dividing labor and swallowing. Such a man, Everyone deserves to die..."

"This is all the karma you have accumulated. Every time you kill someone, you will have more debts. Karma is hard to get rid of, and no matter how difficult it is for you to enter reincarnation!" Xia Jingsheng said in a serious tone.

"I don't care, I just want to kill all the heartless people in the world. But... the one in your arms is different, and I really have my eyes on him. Even in the most desperate time, he didn't give up on you..." Huai The lady stood still in front of Xia Jingsheng, "Forget it, maybe I was destined to meet you... Fortunately, in the end, someone can listen to me tell a story..."

Lady Huai, formerly known as Wan Huai, was the jewel in the palm of a wealthy local family, and married a small official who supervised weaving.

At first, the little official cared for Mrs. Huai so much, and specially changed the name of his residence to Wanhuai Hall to show his respect for his wife.

But the good times didn't last long, and as time passed, the petty official didn't love Mrs. Huai as much as before, and even married a concubine to come in.

The governor of this province came to inspect the place, and when he saw Mrs. Huai in the small official's mansion, he was shocked for a while, and he never forgot about Mrs. Huai.

And because Mrs. Huai was the first wife of the little official, it was inconvenient to speak, so she came up with a plan.On the one hand, he falsely accused the small official that the silk managed by him failed to meet the goals set by the court, and threatened to hold the small official accountable;

Mrs. Huai thought that the little official was an affectionate person, and she was very relieved of him, and never took these rumors to heart.But once, the governor came to the little official's house under the pretext of discussing business, but was led into Miss Huai's room by the servant.

At that moment, Mrs. Huai was screaming that every day should not be answered, and that the earth and the earth were not working. Finally, she was so heartbroken that she cut her wrist with a piece of broken porcelain.

The governor felt that he was being humiliated, thinking that the petty official was teasing him, so he made things harder for the petty official.

Mrs. Huai's heart was also cold after this incident, and she remained ill in bed, but she miscalculated the degree of cruelty of the little official.

One day, when she woke up from her dream, she felt that the room was completely silent and flustered for no reason.

She wanted to find some water to drink, but after calling for a long time, no one answered outside the door.

Looking again, there was cold tea and food on the table in the room, the door was firmly blocked, no matter what method Mrs. Huai used, she couldn't open it.

Beside Mrs. Huai's pillow, there was a thin letter, and there was only one sentence in the letter - "Ah Huai, I am leaving, I am sorry for you."

Mrs. Huai recognized that this was the handwriting of the little official.

At that moment, Mrs. Huai knew that she had become an abandoned child and was left alone in this house called Wanhuaitang.

The sound of gongs and drums came from outside, and the neighbors in the neighborhood chatted and shouted with laughter: "The governor is here to propose marriage!"

And Mrs. Huai also used a foot of white silk to end her young life.

Since then, resentment abounded in the house, and because this house was named after a fierce ghost, it became a haunted house.

Every male who enters here will be subjected to harsh assessments, first seduced by gold and silver treasures, then repeated scenes, and finally, venting anger and torture with all disguises removed.

Sadly, almost none survived the test, and those who initially confidently chose not to switch partners relented when the torture stage came.

After Xia Jingsheng frowned and listened to the story, he heard Mrs. Huai shouting hoarsely: "Why me? And why him? If I were not Wan Huai and he was not Wu Yong, would the situation be different?!"

No one could tell her the answer, Xia Jingsheng said coldly: "So, you used torture again and again to vent your inner resentment, and forced them to betray their partners with unbearable pain?"

Mrs. Huai did not admit it, and her smile was full of hostility: "They promised themselves."

"What did you do to those men in the end?" Xia Jingsheng asked.

Mrs. Huai was taken aback: "Why didn't you ask their partners? They clearly agreed to exchange..."

"Because you just want an excuse to punish them, you think from the bottom of your heart that they are wrong and their partner is a victim, so in the end, you kill all men, right?"

Mrs. Huai stared blankly at Xia Jingsheng for a while: "You are really smart, I understand why Sun Wenxi likes you so much. Yes, they all deserve to die..."

"But, there are always people who don't agree in the end." Xia Jingsheng looked at the unconscious Sun Wenxi.

"So Xia Jingsheng, you are very lucky." Mrs. Huai smiled, "Maybe I was really wrong. In this world, there are always people who can be trusted for life."

Just don't give up hope.

Xia Jingsheng recited the reincarnation mantra, and Miss Huai's figure gradually disappeared into the void, the thick black mist in front of her eyes cleared away, and the Wanhuai Hall became an ordinary dilapidated house.

Sun Wenxi only felt that he had a very, very long dream, and the scenes in the dream were varied, sometimes it was a new era, and sometimes it seemed to be in ancient times.

Going round and round, ups and downs, eating delicacies, but also suffered real beatings.

The moment he opened his eyes, overwhelming fatigue surged through his body, and he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his arms in an instant.

His eyes met a handsome face, it was Xia Jingsheng.

Sun Wenxi laughed silently. Fortunately, he woke up from the dream and was in peace in this world.

He wanted to speak, but Xia Jingsheng raised his hand in a silent gesture, and kissed him lightly on the cheek, as light as a butterfly flapping its wings.

During the days when he was injured, Xia Jingsheng took care of him all the time, and the first sentence Sun Wenxi opened his mouth was: "You have seen me at my most vulnerable, will you still like me?"

Xia Jingsheng smiled: "I will always like you."

Later, Sun Wenxi learned the whole story of Mrs. Huai. For some reason, Wan Huaitang in his mind was not as eerie as the world made it out to be.What left the deepest impression on him was not the deep-rooted pain, but Mrs. Huai's words—this is destined to be a dead end.

Since it is a dead end, why do you have to try again and again to seek the possibility of survival? Perhaps behind this viciousness, there is also a desire for love.

Just like the relationship between Xia Jingsheng and Sun Wenxi, put it to death and survive.

I don't know if it is the sequelae of experiencing life and death together, Xia Jingsheng is very clingy to Sun Wenxi these days.

Even if Sun Wenxi was sick in bed, Xia Jingsheng would always accompany him, always looking at Sun Wenxi's face in his spare time.

Sun Wenxi teased him: "You look at me like this, can't you see enough?"

Unexpectedly, Xia Jingsheng nodded and said, "I really can't see enough."

Sun Wenxi raised his hand to cover his eyes: "Don't look at it, it will be annoying if you look at it again."

Xia Jingsheng said sternly, "It won't bother you if you watch it for a long time." Sun Wenxi almost couldn't stand Xia Jingsheng who played straight ball like this.

The young couple were very affectionate and affectionate, but Sun Qiman was extremely angry and dealt with the people involved in Baohui Bank vigorously and resolutely.

After careful investigation, it was discovered that the deputy manager Xue Chengzao had a connection with the Song family's bank, and he was working for Baohui on the surface, but he was helping Song Hui in private.

In this incident, Xue Cheng was mainly responsible for luring Sun Wenxi to Wanhuai Hall. The so-called Mr. Mu, a returning Chinese businessman, was completely fabricated. The Sun family turned Jiangcheng upside down, and there was no such a number one person.

Now that Xue Cheng took the money from Song Hui, left his wife and daughter behind, and ran away without a trace.

But Song Hui was bitten by the snake's head. Although he was sent to the hospital and saved his life, he also broke an arm and has been recuperating at home.

Taoist Xianyun is still stealthily looking at Fengshui for others, and he seems to be taking the opportunity to make a comeback.

When Ah Bao told Xia Jingsheng what he had heard, Xia Jingsheng was immersed in practicing calligraphy.

He wrote every stroke with great care, as if he was not affected by the news at all.

When Xia Jingsheng stopped writing, Ah Bao poked his head and saw four large characters written on the paper - "Centured insect".

The handwriting was very imposing, but Xia Jingsheng stared at the paper for a moment, raised his hand, crumpled the paper, and threw it into the basket.

"It's just something that can't be put on the table, just wait and see, a centipede will die one day." Xia Jingsheng said.