Chapter 150

A night passed.

The sky gradually brightened.

A thin mist rose from the mountain stream, accompanied by the chirping of birds, and a ray of golden sunlight penetrated the mist and shone into the single-family villa.

In the front yard was a clear swimming pool, and the sunlight reflected on the blue water surface, shimmering golden light. The garden in the backyard was full of flowers.

Chu Yueqing got up early and opened the bedroom window.

A slightly moist breeze mixed with the fragrance of mountain soil blew in.

Today we have to record a Feng Shui program.

Thinking about the Feng Shui formation method that Wei Yanlin had recently learned, she picked up the mobile phone on the big table in the bedroom and called the Feng Shui shop.

After briefly explaining the matter, Wei Yanlin agreed without saying a word, and hung a sign outside the Feng Shui shop to announce the closure. The two agreed to meet at a place.

"Sister!"

An excited voice interrupted the conversation. Chu Yueqing hung up the phone and turned around.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and the girl came in with two big dark circles under her eyes, wearing a school uniform, carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, and holding a piece of toast.

Chu Yi was very excited last night. There were six rooms upstairs and downstairs. She picked and chose, and finally chose the room next door.

She said that she couldn't be far away from her sister.

As a result, she was too excited to stay in a mansion on the first night and lost sleep.

Chu Yi held a piece of toast in her mouth and smiled: "Sister, I'm going to school. There are ingredients in the refrigerator in the kitchen. I made some toast. You must remember to eat it. Don't be hungry."

Chu Yi had discovered before that her sister sometimes skipped breakfast and went directly to Temple Street.

Health is a big deal. Skipping breakfast will cause problems. She won't allow it.

"Wait a minute, I'll go down with you." Chu Yue opened the closet and prepared to change out of her home clothes and go down the mountain together.

Chu Yi shook her head to refuse, and the toast she was biting fell into her hands. She smiled and said coquettishly: "Sister, I've grown up. I'm not a three-year-old girl anymore. I studied the route to school carefully yesterday. There is a city bus downstairs, which can just take me to the school gate. Even if there is no city bus, I can take a taxi."

"Sister still has to go to Temple Street. It will be a waste of time if you send me there. You can take care of your own things and don't worry about me."

Chu Yueqing thought about it seriously and nodded: "You can take the city bus for the next two days, and when I have time, I will go to the car city to pick out a four-wheeled car."

Without a means of transportation, it would take more than half an hour to get from the mountain to Temple Street, which is really inconvenient.

"Okay." Chu Yi patted the place where she put her money in her schoolbag, her almond eyes sparkling with a mischievous smile, "I will definitely sponsor it."

After that, Chu Yi bit her toast, waved her hand, and skipped downstairs. As soon as she opened the door, she met a large group of people outside the door.

She was startled. The man headed by 5②四9令8192

was dressed in a suit and had a calm face. Although there was a lot of white in his hair, he was still energetic. There was also a lady wearing an exquisite cheongsam standing next to him, with her hair tied up high and wearing exquisite jade earrings on her ears.

Wan Cheng was also waiting next to him. Early in the morning, he received a call from President Qiao. He learned that President Qiao was coming to visit the master, so he made the most thorough arrangements.

"Mr. Wan."

"Ms. Chu Yi." Wan Cheng smiled and looked towards the mansion. The door was ajar, and through a crack he could vaguely see the stone path leading to the villa.

"Excuse me, is Master Chu up?"

They had been waiting outside the door for a while, but they didn't dare to say a word for fear of disturbing Master Chu's rest.

"Up." Chu Yi bit her toast and turned back to shout into the door.

Qiao Tianxin looked at the little girl biting on toast, and said, "Are you Master Chu's sister?"

Chu Yi blinked and felt that the middle-aged man in front of her looked familiar. "Yes, I'm in a hurry to go to school, so I can't accompany you for now."

Qiao Tianxin looked around, "Miss Chu Yi, how are you going to take the bus?"

"Take the city bus down the mountain." Chu Yi patted her schoolbag, "Let's go."

Qiao Tianxin looked at the driver and said in a deep voice, "I neglected it. Ajun, you go and take Miss Chu Yi to school."

"Yes." The driver agreed and took Chu Yi away.

Mrs. Qiao looked at the ten servants she brought with her, and her quiet eyes could not help but reveal worry. "I have said that when delivering a house to Master Chu, we must arrange everything properly and we must not neglect the master."

"Fortunately, I realized that something was wrong."

Mrs. Qiao realized something was wrong last night. How could the mansion be arranged without workers to do the work?

So early in the morning, they brought carefully selected workers to visit.

Without Chu Yueqing's approval, Qiao Tianxin and Wan Cheng stood outside the house and dared not move.

The two bosses who were once powerful in the Hong Kong business community, who even calculated time by the minute, waited quietly.

Who has ever seen such a scene?

Not far away, two paparazzi were squatting in the grass.

They looked at each other with doubt, and both of them put down their cameras, wiped their eyes, and then looked at each other.

They heard the "rumor" and came to wait for the owner of Qingfeng Mansion.

Unexpectedly, they saw such a scene.

"We heard the news yesterday that the most eye-catching 'Qingfeng' in Chuanyun Villa has a buyer. Today, I saw that the presidents of Qiao and Wan Group had to come to visit in person. Who are they?"

"You ask me?" Another reporter shook his head, "Who should I ask? Tell me, why haven't the two bosses gone in yet? They have been waiting outside the door?"

Suddenly, the reporter widened his eyes and exclaimed: "Could it be that they are afraid of disturbing the people in the villa?"

Bang!

The reporter clapped his hands and said confidently, "Don't tell me, it's really possible. But Qiao Tianxin and Wan Cheng are both veteran entrepreneurs. Who in Hong Kong has the ability to make them come to their homes and wait for a visit?" "Visiting"

is just a polite way of saying it.

It looks more like waiting for an interview.

Suddenly,

the door creaked.

The girl was wearing loose grey home clothes, revealing a slender wrist under the sleeves. She was holding a glass of milk. When she saw so many people, her eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

The two reporters stopped chatting and widened their eyes in shock.

They never expected it.

The person who could make the CEO of Qiao willing to wait and be so respectful was actually a young man, and a lady?

If this news was written out, the whole of Hong Kong would be blown up, right?

The location was a bit far.

One of the reporters rubbed his eyes.

However, this lady seemed to look familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

After he enlarged the photo, he saw the person's eyes widened, and he quickly pushed his companion, "Look, it's Master Chu, the fortune teller from Temple Street."

The companion came closer and saw, "It's really Master Chu. I didn't expect her to be so powerful that Qiao Tianxin could come to visit her in person. I must think of an explosive news headline."

At the door of the mansion.

Qiao Tianxin saw the waiting person coming out, and asked with a smile: "Master Chu, are you disturbing me by coming to visit me?"

"No." Chu Yueqing faced Qiao Xing's father, leaned over to invite him in, and smiled, "Uncle Qiao, why don't we go in and sit down?"

"No, we can chat outside." Qiao Tianxin glanced inside the door. The master had just moved in, and she must not be used to it yet. It would be a bit presumptuous for him to go in now.

Mrs. Qiao was also very happy to see her savior again: "Master, how was your stay last night? The same with Ah Xing. I have called him many times and asked him to take you home when he is free, but he said you were not free."

Mrs. Qiao asked.

Qiao Tianxin also took it seriously.

He was very concerned about this issue.

Chu Yueqing is a Feng Shui master who is hard to come by. He is also a nobleman of the Qiao family and the savior of the eldest son.

Qiao Tianxin will never forget the great kindness, and he naturally hopes that Chu Yueqing can rest well.

"I rested well." Chu Yueqing smiled slightly and glanced at Qiao Tianxin's face. The other party gave her such a big gift as a return gift.

She read the fortune.

"Mr. Qiao, you are too polite. However, your eyebrows are drooping. Have you been suffering from insomnia and nightmares recently? Is your liver aching?"

Qiao Tianxin hadn't spoken yet.

Mrs. Qiao became nervous and looked at Qiao Tianxin, "Master is really smart. He can tell what happened to you at a glance."

"It's just a dull pain in the liver. Tianxin has been screaming in the middle of the night for the past two days. We asked a private doctor to check and found nothing wrong."

Chu Yueqing counted with her fingers and said, "Have you placed a Pixiu at home recently?"

Qiao Tianxin and his wife looked at each other.

"Yes. My husband and I have never believed in metaphysics. Since the master saved my son, I have begun to believe in it. A year ago, I asked Ah Xing to ask you if you had a Pixiu ornament. After you said no, I asked someone to buy one and placed it in the hall."

From the perspective of Feng Shui, Pixiu is a lucky animal that can turn misfortune into good fortune, and can bring good luck, ward off evil, and stop demons and monsters from doing evil.

Qiao Tianxin was also frightened by his eldest son's incident, so he thought of this trick.

"Could it be that my recent physical problems are all related to this Pixiu?" The more Qiao Tianxin thought about it, the more scared he became.

"Indeed it is related." Chu Yueqing explained, "In Feng Shui, the east, south, west, north and center represent the five elements. Among them, the east is wood, the south is fire, the west is metal, and the north is water.①"

"The Pixiu is metal and is placed in the Qian position. The northwest is metal, and the liver is wood. In addition, your birth date helps metal to overcome wood. In the whole family, you are the most affected. The first step will be reflected in the liver."

Mrs. Qiao was obviously very worried about her husband's health. As soon as Chu Yueqing finished speaking, she hurriedly asked, "Master, is there any way to remedy it now?"

"Yes." Chu Yueqing said, "You can get an ornament that belongs to the wood element and place it in the east. Uncle Qiao's health will naturally improve."

Wan Cheng looked at it and couldn't help but feel magical.

It seems that the rumors that the eldest son of the Qiao family was rescued by the master after being assassinated by the mysterious art are not false.

He asked: "Master, I wonder if you will be free to tell my fortune in two days?"

Chu Yueqing looked at Wan Cheng's face and smiled, "Come to the Feng Shui shop to find me then."

Wan Cheng's heart slowly calmed down, and a smile appeared on his calm face.

Master Chu agreed.

He responded repeatedly: "Of course."

On the other side.

As the sun climbed higher and higher, an extended version of the van also arrived at the Wanglong Building in Ko Shan Road Park.

Several masters carrying cameras got off the car one after another.

Yu Jiqing grabbed the microphone and got off the car behind him. He wore a green suit with a watermelon red shirt inside, and stood in front of the camera with a smile.

"Hello, audience friends, welcome to the latest episode of Metaphysics Exposure. I am the host, Yu Jiqing."

"In the last episode, we verified the reliability of destiny. Master Chu's three hexagrams in particular were quite exciting. I heard that many citizens and neighbors have gone to Chu's Feng Shui Shop. I wonder if everyone has gained anything from it?"

Having said this, Yu Jiqing paused deliberately to sound mysterious.

"Okay, now that we've seen the magical art of fortune-telling, we're going to explore Feng Shui and the Eight Diagrams in this episode. From the perspective of Feng Shui, good Feng Shui is equivalent to human help. If a family has good Feng Shui, it can not only prosper the offspring, but also help the owner get promoted and make money."

"Bad Feng Shui is the opposite. At the very least, it can cause minor health problems, and at the worst, it can ruin the family and cause death."

"Is Feng Shui really true? This episode of Metaphysics Exposure will reveal it. Stay tuned to the show, which will reveal the most mysterious metaphysics."

After saying that, Yu Jiqing made a gesture, signaling the photographer to turn the camera and follow the direction of the camera to include the scenery of Wanglong Square.

Old residential buildings, dilapidated and desolate squares, empty shops covered with rental notes, a gust of wind blew, and white garbage bags floated in the air.

Just one street away, the commercial buildings across the street are bustling with noise and are prosperous. The commercial plazas and residential areas here are lifeless.

Even in the daytime, one can feel a chill inexplicably.

Yu Jiqing has rhinitis, and another gust of wind blew by, raising dust. He couldn't help sneezing, grabbing the microphone and rubbing his nose with the other hand. When he looked up, he once again maintained his professionalism as a host, looking at the camera and smiling.

"Yes, the place where we are exploring Feng Shui this time is - Wanglong Building. Friends from Hong Kong must have heard a lot of strange stories about it."

"It is said that there are evil spirits in Wanglong Building, and residents will often bump into unclean 'good friends'. There are many rumors, such as a little girl in a red skirt holding her head and hitting a ball at the corner of the stairs. A headless ghost squatting in the toilet..."

The camera turned and aimed at the residential building next to the square.

"The most famous one is the fifth floor of Block A. It used to be a mahjong parlor, very famous in To Kwa Wan, and people would come from time to time to play cards with friends. The proprietress of the mahjong parlor was very enthusiastic and made many friends, but she was unlucky and encountered a fire."

"The fire caused the death of the proprietress and ten customers. Since then, the mahjong parlor has been abandoned. However, according to the owner of Block A, sometimes you can still hear the sound of mahjong playing in the middle of the night, and the sound of the proprietress screaming in pain from time to time in the middle of the night."

"For example, there are too many similar ghost stories about Wanglong Building. Someone once said that Wanglong Building had a feng shui problem, which is why strange things happened. What is the truth?"

"Today, we have invited four masters to come to the scene again to explore this mystery for us."

The camera turned and aimed at the direction of the entrance again.

It was a flower bed with a row of trees planted on the side, which could well block the figures of the guests.

The first to appear were the two masters Murong Shan and Zhang Shikai, who were still surrounded by many disciples when they entered the scene.

The two masters' pomp was very majestic. There were two rows of disciples, and there were two exclusive disciples in front holding magic swords.

Chu Yueqing walked behind. She was wearing a brown cotton and linen long skirt, her hair was tied up with an ancient wooden hairpin, and some long hair fell on the side of her fair face.

Wei Yanlin saw that the masters who entered earlier all had disciples holding swords, and Qingqing must not lose face.

He glanced around, coughed twice, stretched out his hands from his wide sleeves, and then held up the peach wood sword engraved with Chu's Sugar Water, and followed behind with a calm face.

This action caused many disciples to laugh.

"What's wrong? We hold swords, and Wei Yanlin holds swords too?"

"We hold swords because the magic swords of our masters are all inherited from our ancestors. How come the peach wood sword is also inherited from our ancestors?" "

Among magic swords, the peach wood sword is the most useless thing."

Wei Yanlin held the peach wood sword and said sarcastically: "Useless? It's you who are useless, right? You don't know how powerful Master Chu is when he uses this peach wood sword."

"Monster, you have the right to brag." A disciple didn't believe it, "You are still the last disciple of Master Zeng, you are also a useless person."

Zeng Liquan is one of the most famous Feng Shui masters in Hong Kong. He is also Wei Yanlin's master, and his fame is far greater than Murong Shan and Zhang Shikai. Unfortunately, he doesn't like to accept disciples, and often says that accepting disciples depends on fate.

In his lifetime, Zeng Liquan only accepted Wei Yanlin as his apprentice. He had high hopes for Wei Yanlin, but he died before he could teach him everything he had learned.

Wei Yanlin's nonchalant smile gradually turned cold.

"Master Zhang, today I finally opened my eyes." Murong Shan glanced at the peach wood sword and mocked, "It's the first time I see a peach wood sword that needs to be held up before going on stage. It's really ridiculous."

Zhang Shikai said with a smile: "Master Murong, magic weapons are not expensive or cheap. Maybe it's because little friend Chu is short of money and can't afford a magic sword for the time being."

"Can't afford it?" Murong Shan crossed his arms and looked at Chu Yueqing, secretly mocking, "The last time I told you a fortune, one divination cost 10,000, enough to buy a magic sword, how can you still not afford it? How about I help you?"

Chu Yueqing smiled faintly, "Don't bother with this matter. Master Murong has the time to mind other people's business, why don't you improve your cultivation?"

Murong Shan was beaten in fortune-telling and ridiculed. He had no good to deal with, and his face was embarrassed, "Sharp teeth and sharp mouth."

It was at this time.

The last master finally appeared on the camera.

Guang Deye was lying on a stretcher and was carried into the venue.

Yu Jiqing was very surprised, grabbed the microphone and walked forward, and the camera was aimed at Guang Deye lying on the stretcher with a pale face.

Yu Jiqing looked up and down, surprised: "Master Guang, why are you in such a mess?"

Guang Deye looked at Chu Yueqing with resentment. If it weren't for her, how could he be so weak that he didn't even have the strength to sit up?

But facing the camera, he couldn't say these things.

Guang Deye suppressed his resentful gaze and smiled weakly at the camera, "It's okay, just some old problems."

"Old problems?" Chu Yueqing looked at him with a smile, "You did it to the Fang family, right? You failed to do evil magic and got backlash."

Guang Deye wanted to refute, but he heard another sentence in a light voice.

"You deserve it."

Guang Deye's face suddenly sank.

He could only wait for the camera to move away. He winked and Ah Shu, who was nearby, helped the man up.

He stared at Chu Yueqing and was furious when he thought of his ancestral magic sword being cut off by an ordinary and inferior peach wood sword.

Incompetent, so incompetent!

No matter how he wanted to fight Chu Yueqing, he just wanted to be a fish on the chopping board, to be slaughtered by her.

"My friend Chu." Guang Deye covered his chest, hiding his painful expression, and smiled ingratiatingly with difficulty. "I didn't know the real reason before. In fact, in the Feng Shui world, there are only these people coming and going. The Xuanmen is declining, and the Xuanshu is withering. After all, we are all family, so why should we fight so hard?"

Chu Yueqing looked at him, not wanting to talk.

"I was wrong about the Fang family. I didn't find out in advance that they had offended you." Guang Deye laughed, "It will take me a year or so to recuperate in bed. It can be regarded as retribution." "

Why don't we shake hands and make peace. Don't embarrass me again, and I swear I will never make things difficult for you again."

Chu Yueqing looked at Guang Deye's outstretched hand and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Shake hands and make peace?"

"Yes." Guang Deye forced a smile and deliberately added, "As long as you are willing, the price is negotiable."

As a human being, you will have desires.

In this world, there are really few people who don't like money.

Guang Deye's face was full of determination. His body really couldn't hold on any longer. He had forgotten how many evil magic arrays he had set up in Hong Kong. Chu Yueqing didn't even have time to rest and recover after breaking the arrays. Breaking the arrays was as easy as eating a candy.

Guang Deye was really scared, afraid that he would die while lying in bed one day.

"Price?"

Chu Yueqing's clear eyes were slightly cold. "Since ancient times, good and evil cannot coexist. You should be thankful that there is no law in Hong Kong that can punish you. Otherwise, you would have been in prison long ago."

"So." She smiled, "You'd better not have your soul leave the body for the second time."

After that, she didn't spare any extra glances for Guang Deye and walked forward.

Guang Deye covered his chest and his face turned blue.

The moment when Chu Yuexi grabbed his neck in the Garden Community was the most horrifying moment he had ever experienced. The burning pain was as if she could break his neck at any time and scare him to death if she wanted to. He

was like a mouse seeing a cat when he saw Chu Yuexi.

How could he dare to run into Chu Yuexi again when they were in Hong Kong together in the future?

No, this cannot go on. If

he can't beat Chu Yuexi, let others fight!

"Ah Shu."

Ah Shu stared at Chu Yuexi's back with a cold gaze, leaned sideways and lowered his head, "Master."

Guang Deye held a mouthful of blood in his mouth and swallowed it with difficulty, his hands tightly grasping the stretcher, "You...you must surpass her for me."

"Yes."

Ah Shu concealed the cold light in his eyes.

The group walked towards the square of Wanglong Building.

Chu Yueqing frowned as she looked at the black evil spirit above the building.

Wei Yanlin also noticed something was wrong. He stretched his arm and whispered, "Xingxi, the evil spirit here is very strong."

Chu Yueqing looked around and pointed at the buildings in front and behind, "Look, what does it look like?"

Wei Yanlin looked for a long time, and finally turned around to change the angle, and was scared out of his wits, "Why does it look like burning incense?"

Six pillars were arranged in a row, the square was like a bowl, and the pillars were like incense sticks inserted into the bowl.

"It's just burning incense." Chu Yueqing stepped lightly on the ground, "There's a formation underground."

As she spoke, she took out a talisman and handed it over, "The yang-gathering talisman can help you avoid being harmed by the evil spirit, be careful."

"Okay." Wei Yanlin took the talisman and carefully placed it close to his body. The heavy feeling that was originally oppressed by the evil spirit was immediately swept away.

He patted the place where the talisman was placed happily, "It's a blessing to know you. A talisman like yours costs tens of thousands of dollars every minute."

In front, Yu Jiqing and the photography team stopped. He grabbed the microphone and turned around. Another old man in his sixties came to the scene. He was skinny and wore a white old man's shirt. He put his hands behind his back and walked unsteadily.

"In order to let everyone know what happened in Wanglong Building, I specially invited an old resident of the building, Uncle Li. Can you explain to us why Wanglong Building is so desolate?"

The microphone was passed to Uncle Li.

Uncle Li sighed, "Actually, the Wanglong Building was not deserted back then. After the building was built, all the houses were sold and a shopping mall was opened. Many people came to play and it was very lively."

"It was because what happened later was too weird that the Wanglong Building gradually became deserted."

"No one dares to approach the Wanglong Building on weekdays. You are really brave. Eight people die in Wanglong Building every year, and we are still five short this year. If you hadn't said you could help solve the problem, I wouldn't let you get close."

Yu Jiqing came over, "Uncle, eight people die every year?"

"Yes." Uncle Li stretched out his hand and made the shape of eight, "No more, no less, eight every year. This has become the iron rule of the Wanglong Building and it has lasted for forty years."

It lasted for forty years!

Everyone took a deep breath.

Aren't there hundreds of people who died just from jumping off buildings?

Yu Jiqing looked around in fear, and when he saw paper flying in the air, he shuddered.

You know, the wind around was not strong at all, but it could blow up a garbage bag. How weird was that?

"What happened here?"

Uncle Li fell into recollection. "Forty years ago, Wanglong Plaza began to be built. In the first few months, the construction site was safe and sound. Until one day, a serious landslide occurred at the construction site, resulting in the death of 24 workers. The developer was worried that so many lives would affect the sale of the buildings, so he spent money to keep the news secret."

"The boss of the developer was unwilling to give more compensation to the workers. Many family members came to make trouble, and some even died of anxiety on the site."

"Maybe this is the reason why Wanglong Building is so evil. Later, when the property was put on sale, all the shops and properties were snapped up, and people who didn't know the truth moved in.

Uncle Li looked at the incense-like pillars and sighed, "You don't know, many of the people who bought the buildings here are migrant workers who came to Hong Kong to work. They saved half a lifetime of hard-earned money and invested it in the buildings, thinking they had their own home in Hong Kong."

"Who knew that the nightmare had just begun."

"In the first year of moving in, eight people jumped from the building, all in the same place."

Uncle Li pointed to the roof of the building opposite, "It's this building."

Chu Yueqing asked, "Didn't the location change? "

Uncle Li shook his head. "At first, no one took it seriously. After all, people jump off buildings everywhere. But in the second and third years, there were continuous cases of people jumping off buildings. No more, no less, eight people every year."

"It was too weird. Citizens thought it was the revenge of the dead workers. They were afraid of the Wanglong Building. Without traffic, business would not be able to continue, so the building was abandoned."

Wei Yanlin asked, "Uncle Li, since there have been continuous deaths in the building every year, why don't people move out?"

Uncle Li shook his head with a bitter look on his face, and the loose flesh on his face swayed. "Those who can afford to move have already moved out. The rest are neighbors who cannot afford to move out. Everyone spent all their money to buy the building so that they could have a place to rely on when they are old. "

"After such a bizarre incident, the building couldn't be sold, and we couldn't move away. We could only encourage each other, and we all felt that we would not be the eight unlucky people every year."

Uncle Li looked at Yu Jiqing, "We have also raised money to hire a Feng Shui master, but the problem cannot be solved. I hope the program team can help this time."

Uncle Li smiled bitterly, "We are really scared enough."

No one knows which eight people will die in the new year.

Yu Jiqing looked at the frightened Uncle Li and felt distressed. He patted Uncle Li on the shoulder and comforted him: "Uncle, don't worry. We have the best Feng Shui master in Hong Kong, and we can definitely help everyone find the cause."

Except for Guang Deye who was lying on the stretcher.

The other three Feng Shui masters have already started to examine the scene.

Murong Shan stood on the steps, taking in the layout of the square, and said, "This place has been set up with a formation."

Zhang Shikai took out a compass, looked around, and agreed, "Master Murong is right, this place has indeed been set up with a formation."

"Formation? What kind of formation?" Yu Jiqing followed him around, "There is a formation here?"

Zhang Shikai walked to the center of the square, "Look, what is this?"

Yu Jiqing walked over and was surprised, "It's actually a Bagua?"

Chu Yueqing saw the big Bagua made of red tiles on the ground, and then looked up at the several incense-like pillars, "Eight Coffins to Suppress Ghosts."

As soon as the words came out,

Zhang Shikai frowned and took a breath.

Eight Coffins to Suppress Ghosts.

Even he, who has studied Feng Shui formations for decades, was not sure when he first looked at it. It was not until he saw the incense-like building and the Bagua diagram in the center of the square that he was sure.

Chu Yueqing could actually tell at a glance.

Could it be that she has really reached the strength of a Heavenly Master?

No, it is impossible.

Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Wei Yanlin also looked at it, and the more he looked, the more familiar it felt. He took out the formation book from his arms, flipped through it for a long time, and finally found the map of the Eight Coffins Ghost Suppression Bureau, and matched it in the direction of several buildings.

He suddenly realized: "Really? My master once said that the Eight Coffins Ghost Suppression Formation is a formation that cannot suppress evil spirits. It can be used when there is no other choice. It can suppress evil spirits, but it will also harm the health of the residents. It is generally not allowed to be used."

"From this point of view, the things in Wanglong Building are really fierce."

Suddenly.

A young man walked over with his head down and bumped into Wei Yanlin.

The other party lowered his head, wearing a brown suit and carrying a briefcase, with a tie tied loosely around his neck.

"Ajie." Uncle Li called out.

The man still did not raise his head, and walked into the building with a wooden face like a zombie.

"Alas." Uncle Li shook his head and apologized to Wei Yanlin, "I'm sorry, young man, Ajie didn't mean it. His company is laying off employees recently and the pressure is a bit high."

"It's okay." Wei Yanlin thought it was nothing and reached out to brush off the dust on his shoulders.

Only.

Chu Yueqing watched the man enter the building with murderous aura and slowly retracted her gaze.