Mr. Hou’s house is an ancient courtyard house. The yard is not big, and there are about seven or eight rooms including the left and right wing rooms. However, it is enough for a family to live in!

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a screen wall carved with blue bricks. Under the screen wall, a small altar is ingeniously dug, which is now full of fresh flowers.

After passing the screen wall, you enter the main courtyard, where the path is paved with bluestone and the small courtyard is full of flowers.

It can be seen that the people living here like Xianyu very much.

Song Ning walked into the main room with a strange smile on her face. After meeting the female host who had been waiting for a long time, she suddenly smiled with enlightenment.

Interesting, really interesting...

Cao Hongyuan glanced at Song Ning lazily, but Song Ning turned her head away and ignored him.

He also has a magical ability. Although he is the same age as her, people always subconsciously ignore his age.

Just like now, Mr. Hou held a cup of tea in both hands and passed it to Cao Hongyuan...

"Ms. Song..."

Cao Hongyuan's wife gently called Song Ning, bringing Song Ning back to her senses.

"Yesterday, when I heard what Old Hou said, an image of an old gentleman with an immortal appearance appeared in my mind. I didn't expect that when I saw her, Miss Song was so young!"

She is a graceful and elegant beauty, and at first glance she looks like Mr. Hou's daughter.

At this moment, she looked at Song Ning with a smile, with a unique temperament that had been accumulated over the years.

It’s so beautiful!

Song Ning smacked her lips in admiration.

"Ms. Song, please!"

Mrs. Hou maintained a decent smile and personally handed Song Ning a cup of tea.

Song Ning smiled, took the cup of tea she handed over, and gently placed it on the coffee table.

The smile on Madam Hou's face faded, and when she looked up again, there was an inexplicable sense of alienation on her face...

"you do not say!"

Mr. Hou smiled and continued, "You don't know how surprised we were last night!"

"I was carrying this amulet with me, and before I even left the club, someone offered me 500,000 for it..."

"That kid Li Lide was surrounded by a crowd of people. When I left, he was still making a lot of noise!"

"Ms. Song, last night I heard you talk about the power of the God of Plague... Why did this thing appear in my body?"

Mr. Hou poured a cup of tea for his wife very naturally and looked at Song Ning curiously.

To be honest, the God of Plague has no power. He only felt it last night, as if he had a bad cold, and he didn't feel anything at other times.

After he took the amulet carved by Song Ning, he no longer had any strange feelings. From then on, he did not feel the terrifying aspect of the Plague God's power at all.

However, Mr. Cao still remembers vividly the tragic situation of Cao Hongyuan last night.

Only then would he solemnly invite Song Ning to his home to help solve this problem completely.

"Speaking of which..."

Mr. Hou's wife hesitated for a few seconds and looked at Mr. Hou seriously.

"Old Hou, do you still remember what happened at home some time ago?"

"You mean..."

Mr. Hou thought for a few seconds, then looked at Song Ning with surprise.

"Will the Plague God's power endanger the people or animals around him?"

"It depends..."

Song Ning glanced at Madam Hou meaningfully, "In most cases, definitely!"

"That…"

Mr. Hou's pupils shrank. "My parents' death... could it be related to the power of the Plague God?"

"pretty close!"

Song Ning directly confirmed Mr. Hou's guess, "The Buddhist beads you wore on your wrist before are quite spiritual. You always wear them with you, so naturally the Plague God, who is still weak, will be helpless."

"However, the people around you, especially your relatives, are not so lucky..."

"Their bodies will gradually weaken, and over time they will end up bedridden, becoming increasingly weak and dying!"

"If you pay attention to the physical condition of your relatives and friends, you will find that the closer you are to them, the more likely they are to get sick."

"Even this plague god's power will affect the vitality of your family. Over time, you won't be able to keep any living things in your home, including plants."

As Song Ning spoke, she gave Madam Hou a meaningful look.

The Marquis's wife lowered her head and sipped her tea, her mind seemed to be wandering, and she did not notice the deep meaning of Song Ning's painting.

"It turned out to be like this... It turned out to be like this..."

Mr. Hou's hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the teacup. "I have harmed my parents..."

"I…"

Mr. Hou's lips trembled and he couldn't speak. He grabbed his hair with a look of pain on his face and lowered his forehead against the coffee table.

"Old Hou..."

Madam Hou gently hugged Mr. Hou's head with a sad tone, "It's not your fault..."

"No one wants to! Just blame it on this damn fate!"

Song Ning blinked her eyes. The two people in front of her were so weak in grasping the key points!

Didn't she mean to remind Mr. Hou that it was abnormal for her family's flowers to be so bright?

Is it really that her ability to express herself is too poor?

Cao Hongyuan curled his lips slightly. Although Song Ning's expression was very tactful, it was not difficult for some people with high IQ to understand. The key was that some people did not want to understand.

You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep!

"Can the power of the Plague God resolve it?"

Cao Hongyuan tapped Song Ning's forehead with his finger, "Hurry up, we're busy!"

Song Ning gritted her teeth. The one who paid the money was the boss. She could not bear it!

"I have already drawn the power of the Plague God out of Mr. Hou's body. As long as you wear the amulet for a period of time, it will be completely eliminated naturally."

"As for the power of the plague god in the house, it depends on the decoration and feng shui of the house..."

Song Ning motioned Cao Hongyuan to come out with her, "The decoration in the yard must be going on..."

Song Ning took Cao Hongyuan aside and told him about several places that needed to be changed. Then she led him to the center of the yard in a mysterious manner.

The Hou family’s yard is very large, and the sound of two people standing in the middle of the yard talking can hardly be heard by people in the house.

"Mrs. Hou is having an affair. Does Mr. Hou know about it?"

Cao Hongyuan looked at Song Ning with his head down, as if smiling, "Is this why you showed a weird expression as soon as you walked in?"

"Uh...what else!"

Song Ning looked at Cao Hongyuan in shock, "You don't know?"

"Why should I know what other people do?"

Cao Hongyuan's face turned grim in an instant, "What on earth do you want to say?"

Song Ning immediately lost her desire to gossip, and pointed at the lively flowers growing in the altar in front of the right wing room with little interest and said:

"Look carefully, isn't the right side of the eye more open than the left side?"

"The position on the right is the peach blossom position in Feng Shui. This position is full of flowers. After all, the wife of the family cheated..."

Song Ning smacked his lips a few times. "The power of the God of Plague cannot be created out of thin air. Someone must have found a way to attract it..."

"Do you suspect the Marquis?"

Cao Hongyuan narrowed his eyes.

"Do you still need me to doubt it? If it's not her fault, I'll twist her head off and let you kick it like a ball!"

Song Ning glared at Cao Hongyuan unhappily, what a heartless and straight man!

Being with him, her gossipy soul was temporarily sealed...

"Based on just one verse, you concluded that Madam Hou was cheating on you?"

Cao Hongyuan looked at Song Ning expressionlessly, "You'd better produce evidence, otherwise you are slandering..."

"hehe…"

Song Ning just wanted to spit on Cao Hongyuan's face.

What evidence is there?