Chapter 73 Rigidity

To everyone present, this scene was simply too weird and strange.

The woman looked at the tomb, which contained only her daughter's clothes, and was shocked. She couldn't help but grab her husband and said,

"Hubby, was our daughter really eaten? No wonder she tells me every day in my dreams that it hurts and that her grandma wants to eat her!"

The woman almost choked up when she said this.

It was because she didn't take her daughter's words seriously from the beginning.

If she had paid attention to it earlier and asked a master to look at her daughter while she was still alive, perhaps her daughter would not have died and her body would not have been left like this.

The woman looked at her mother-in-law in the coffin again, who looked like she was still alive, especially the circle of purple hair on her body, which made her get goosebumps.

"Hubby, I think there's something wrong with our mom. Why don't we ask that Taoist priest to take a look?"

The man was no longer stubborn, but he was still a little hesitant.

"What a stinky smell! What a smell!"

Someone covered his nose and took a few steps back.

"Ugh—this stinks! It's coming from the coffin!"

The woman also smelled a foul odor at this time. She covered her nose with her sleeve and looked forward.

The stench was indeed coming from the coffin.

At the same time, she discovered something else was wrong.

"Husband, come and take a look. There seems to be something wrong with the soil under the coffin."

She took a hoe and dug around at the bottom, pulling out a handful of black soil that was oozing black water and emitting a strong stench.

Obviously this soil is no longer normal soil.

The woman's hand shook and she dropped the hoe.

At this time, the people who came to help open the coffin and dig the soil couldn't help but say:

"I've never seen anything like your situation. It's so unusual. I advise you to hire someone knowledgeable to take a look. Don't let anyone get hurt."

The man saw this and realized that something was definitely wrong.

He didn't care about the disrespect for the moment, picked up the lighter, lit the straw and threw it into the fucking coffin.

"What's the problem? Just burn it."

He was still reluctant to spend money, let alone 30,000 yuan.

I saw a ball of fire enter the coffin and nothing happened.

The man saw his mother lying in the coffin unharmed, her translucent skin looking even more eerie in the sun.

He swallowed and stepped back in fear.

It’s over, it seems like something really big is going to happen.

He's fucking mutated!

"Wife, you are right. Call that Taoist priest and we will give her the money right now."

The woman quickly took out her cell phone and dialed Fu Yang's number.

Fu Yang and the program crew just reached the top of the mountain at this time.

Climbing to a high place and looking far into the distance, she could see the feng shui pattern of the mountain.

Fu Yang looked at the place where the two graves he had just passed by. There was insufficient light and poor air circulation. It was a place that was prone to yin. In addition, the terrain was low-lying and prone to water accumulation. No wonder zombies were born there.

She glanced at the director and thought, he really knows how to choose a location, whether it's a haunted villa or a mountain full of zombies.

This is really unmatched luck.

The director noticed her gaze and remembered Fu Yang's identity as a heavenly master. He felt that being noticed by her was not a good thing.

Is he going to be unlucky?

He couldn't help but ask:

"What's wrong?"

Fu Yang: "No big deal, just choose a better place next time."

To the director, he felt that what Fu Yang said was: Choose a good place in your next life.

The director felt that his legs were a little weak.

"Um, Fu Yang, how about you do the math for me?"

Fu Yang glanced at him.

"What do you think of your good fortune?"

She still remembered that if the production crew had not gone too far and not considered the feelings of the original body as an amateur, and had not laid out the malicious comments on the Internet in front of her without reservation, the original body would not have been unable to bear it and would have come here instead.

Fu Yang could see that the director and related personnel in front of him all bore the corresponding cause and effect.

Although this cause and effect will not cause them to become seriously ill and die suddenly, it will to some extent affect their own fortunes.

For example, the director made many investments, but his luck was bad and most of the investments were losses.

The director was worried. After hearing what Fu Yang said just now, he always felt that he was in trouble.

So he sneered:

"I just wanted to calculate it. I'm sure I won't give you less money, don't worry."

Fu Yang looked at him for a few seconds.

"Okay, I'll calculate it for you."

The director immediately happily transferred three thousand yuan to her.

Fu Yang took the money, looked at him and said:

"Your face is quite good, you come from a good family, have a good marriage, a prosperous career, and often have noble people to help you. It's just that your financial luck recently hasn't been very ideal."

When Director Sun Feng heard this, he felt a chill in his heart.

He recently invested a large sum of money in the stock market!

He couldn't help asking:

"What about the money I invested recently?"

Fu Yang:

"You're guaranteed to lose money. It's best not to make any investments during this period. If you don't lose money, you're making money."

The director forced a smile, not caring that this was a live broadcast. He quickly took out his phone and sold all the stocks he currently held.

Looking at the account that lost hundreds of thousands of dollars in just a few days, his heart was bleeding.

He had originally thought that it would go up later, but from what he heard from Fu Yang, he was afraid that it would continue to fall.

Oh, forget it.

At least not all of it has been lost.

Fu Yang then said:

"Also, judging from your face, you'll be facing some disputes recently, so be careful with what you say and do. There's nothing else to say."

The director took note of her words and nodded:

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Su Mingyue watched Fu Yang fooling around and wondered if the director had lost his intelligence.

Just a few short sentences are worth three thousand yuan.

If it were her, she would rather throw it on the ground than give it to Fu Yang.

Su Mingyue turned her eyes away, ran to Qi Lin's side, pointed to a place not far away and said:

"Brother Lin, look at what kind of flower that is. It's quite beautiful."

Qi Lin:

"If you don't know the person, you can take a picture and identify the image."

Su Mingyue pouted and snorted;

"You're so unromantic. I just want you to pick one for me. I used to pick flowers for you when I was a kid."

Qi Lin frowned when he heard this.

He recalled the time when Su Mingyue insisted on picking flowers for him when they were children, which resulted in him being bitten by a bee.

Suddenly, the look in his eyes when he looked at Su Mingyue became even colder.

Su Mingyue felt a little embarrassed when she saw him not saying anything. Just when she was about to say something to ease the mood, she saw Yan Sihuai running over and picking a bunch of flowers.

She put on a surprised smile and was about to reach out to take it when she saw Yan Sihuai stuff all the flowers into Fu Yang's arms.

"Sister Yang, this flower is beautiful. I give it to you."

Su Mingyue stopped smiling.

When Qi Lin saw Yan Sihuai's actions, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

I was a step slow.

Su Mingyue looked at Yan Sihuai, sighed and said quietly:

"Xiao Huai, it seems I was wrong after all. I thought you picked the flowers for me."