The villagers couldn’t tell whether it was because of the house, but the Zhu family was originally fine, and it was only after the house was built that problems began to arise.

So everyone thinks that the Zhu family’s house is evil.

The first person to have an accident was Old Zhu's mother. Originally, Old Zhu's mother was in good health, and she was quick in speech and action, with no problems at all. Unexpectedly, she died suddenly at home one day after living there for more than two months.

The village doctor couldn't figure out what was wrong, and only said that it might be some sudden illness. He must have stopped breathing in a very short time, so he didn't suffer much before death.

At that time, Mrs. Zhu was only in her sixties, and everyone just expressed their regret and that was it.

During that period, Lao Zhu and his wife were always quarreling, and the atmosphere at home was always bad. Later one day, after quarreling with his wife, he ran to the mountains to relax.

I don’t know what happened that day, but suddenly a big rock on the mountain that had been peaceful for so many years became loose, fell down and crushed someone to death.

Old Zhu hadn't returned home for several days, so the villagers went out to look for him and found him. He was buried under a rock and was almost stinking.

Later, Lao Zhu's daughter-in-law missed a step while washing clothes by the river and fell into the mountain stream. Her body was almost not retrieved.

The three funerals were held almost consecutively. Just as they were completed, Lao Zhu's only son, Xiao Zhu, was hit and killed by a car while he was out.

The Zhu family suddenly became extinct, which made everyone in the village feel weird.

It's really weird. Who has ever seen a family of four all encounter accidents in a short period of time, and each of them died a sudden death.

The Zhu family's house had only been renovated three or four months ago, and the entire Zhu family died out. Even if only Old Mother Zhu died in the house, it would still be frightening to see this.

Old Zhu's house was extremely spacious and grand, with high ceilings. Everyone who helped build the house knew that good materials were used, and they didn't realize what was wrong.

But the old man's wife always felt uncomfortable after entering.

It wasn't just his wife. There were several other people in the village who felt the same way as his wife after entering.

But there are always people who don't believe it and say they are lucky and insist on moving in. Naturally, the result is the same as that of the Zhu family. In the end, the whole family almost died out.

If his father-in-law's family had not come over and strongly demanded that they move out, his youngest son might have died.

After accidents happened to both families in succession, no one in the village believed in superstition anymore, and the house became completely vacant.

The Zhu family was the first one in the village to have trouble, but the old man would not tell this to anyone. Everyone used to be very secretive about his family's affairs, but after seeing it so often, they didn't take it so seriously anymore.

But the old man always had hope for this matter. If he could find out the reason why the entire Zhu family died out, could he also solve the problem for other families in the village?

As they were talking, the group had already arrived outside the house.

This house is built at the foot of the mountain. It is a large blue brick and tile house. The entire yard is paved with stones, but now there is tenacious grass growing in the cracks of the stones.

Perhaps because it has been abandoned for too long, some of the stones have been pushed up by thick grass roots. Not only are they overgrown with weeds, but they are also very easy to trip over.

"This is it."

The old man stopped and looked at the house in front of him and sighed. It was unclear whether he was sighing for the Zhu family or for something else.

Seeing the three people starting to circle around the house, he found a big rock to sit on and wait for them to come up with a conclusion, which would be an explanation to Old Zhu in his netherworld.

After looking around for a while, Wan Jide took out the compass from his pocket and walked into the yard again. He looked around, occasionally glancing at the needle of the compass in his hand, and writing and drawing on the notebook with his other hand.

Jiang Long found a place with slightly higher terrain, tried to look down at the Zhu family courtyard from above, and took a lot of photos.

Wei Mian had just walked around the house. There was definitely nothing wrong with the location of the house, and the layout was also fine. It couldn't be said that there were no feng shui problems at all, but the severity of the problems was definitely not enough to kill the Zhu family.

Wei Mian went straight into the house. As soon as she entered, she could feel an extremely oppressive air pressing down from the roof.

The Zhu family's house was quite high. Wei Mian was only 1.6 meters tall, but the beams were at least 3.5 meters above the ground.

What made her feel depressed was not the low beams, but an invisible evil spirit.

The evil spirit was hanging above his head. Wei Mian looked up and was sure at a glance that there was something on the beam.

She borrowed a ladder from the old man and climbed up along the beam. No one had cleaned the roof for many years and it was covered with dust.

The closer they got to the place, the more obvious the evil aura became. Wei Mian found the culprit with almost no effort.

She reached out her hand and touched the middle of the beam, and soon felt a nail-shaped protrusion. She touched the other side according to the direction she remembered, and found the same one.

Wei Mian withdrew his hand and saw that there was a lot of rust on his fingers besides dust, which made him even more certain.

After identifying the object and learning about the family's miserable condition, there was no need to worry about the number of nails on the beams; there must have been seven.

Wei Mian came down from the ladder and saw that the two men were still calculating with a compass, so she sat down next to the old man.

"This house is really well built. I see it's still standing strong even after being abandoned for several years. The people who built it must have been very good at it. They're not like some of the developers we have, whose houses are like shoddy products."

Wei Mian seemed to unintentionally praise the workers' skills. The old man was delighted and immediately started talking.

"Yes, yes, yes. I'm telling you, the houses in your city are terrible. They're so high-rise, and people live on top of each other, so tightly packed together. The air is bad. Every time I go to the city, I feel like I'm getting suffocated. Just looking at them makes me feel suffocated."

Wei Mian also smiled and nodded. It is generally acknowledged that the population density of Hong Kong City is high, and Qingping is relatively much better.

"This house-building craft is a family tradition, right? Are they some elderly craftsmen? Especially the one who puts up the beams, they're amazing!"

Wei Mian brought the topic back to the house, but saw a hint of pride on the old man's face.

"Hey, what's so special about craftsmanship? This house was built by me and the young men from the village. Digging the foundation and laying the walls are all done by the villagers. But putting up the beams is a little tricky. You need to find a professional master. Otherwise, if they are crooked, it will be bad for the owner."

Speaking of the beam-raising master, the old man recalled their suspicions about the master back then.

The house was built with the help of the villagers, and the wages were paid on a daily basis. Lao Zhu and many villagers consulted together, selected the location, drew the lines, and started digging.

It was because everyone was involved that people felt that the problem should not be with the house. At that time, some people said that it might be Fang Liangan's fault.