Wang Youming paused, his tone filled with anger: "The property management team doesn't believe me at all! They said I was making trouble.
And they say that all the bad things happening in the neighborhood are because of tree cutting? You're kidding me! No one would believe that! Or something like that.
They thought I was looking for an excuse to cause trouble and ignored my advice.”
After listening to this, Jiang Muyao sighed softly: "Officer Wang, don't worry, the property management doesn't believe it because they can't see those things.
Just like you didn’t believe it at first, it’s hard for ordinary people to understand the influence of Feng Shui, especially in this day and age.”
Wang Youming’s voice was a little anxious: “But Master Jiang, several families in the community have fallen ill, especially good people and children.
If this continues, I'm afraid it will cause even bigger problems. I don't know anyone else in the metaphysics field, so I can only shamelessly ask for your help!"
Jiang Muyao pondered for a moment: "How about this, don't worry, wait for me there, and we'll go talk together!"
Wang Youming breathed a sigh of relief, his tone filled with gratitude: "That's great, Master Jiang! Thank you so much! I'll wait for you."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Muyao got up, washed, changed into simple clothes, and prepared to go out.
Half an hour later, Jiang Muyao arrived at Wang Youming's residential complex.
Wang Youming had been waiting at the gate of the community for a long time. When he saw her, he immediately went to greet her: "Master Jiang, you are here!"
Jiang Muyao nodded and said calmly, "Officer Wang, let's go check out the chopped-down locust tree first."
Wang Youminglian led the way and the two came to an open space in the center of the community.
The originally dense and lush locust tree had been cut down to a stump, with some branches and leaves scattered on the surrounding ground.
Jiang Muyao squatted down and looked at the tree stump carefully, frowning slightly: "It must have been cut off intentionally."
Wang Youming was stunned: "Cut it off on purpose? What does that mean?"
Jiang Muyao stood up and said in a serious tone: "Didn't I say that this locust tree is the evil-suppressing tree in your community?
After it is cut down, the negative energy will leak out, which will not only make people in the community sick, but also attract some unclean things.
Besides, I always feel that it was done by someone who understands Feng Shui!"
"You mean, someone is deliberately destroying the feng shui of the community?"
Jiang Muyao nodded: "I think so, let's go to the property management to check it out!"
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In the property management office, the person in charge was sitting on a chair, looking at Wang Youming and Jiang Muyao with an impatient look:
"Wang Youming, why are you here again? Didn't I tell you?
Cutting down trees is a municipal planning requirement and has nothing to do with what's happening in the community. Stop making such a fuss."
Wang Youming was about to speak when Jiang Muyao stepped forward and said calmly, "Hello, I'm Officer Wang, and I've asked you to come and look into the feng shui issues in the community!"
The property manager looked at Jiang Muyao and said with disdain and sarcasm:
"Feng Shui? Miss, have you been watching too many TV dramas? This is a modern community, we don't practice feudal superstition."
Jiang Muyao's eyes were deep and her tone was calm: "It doesn't matter if you don't believe in Feng Shui, but you should be very clear about what happened in the community recently, right?
Several families have fallen ill, especially the elderly and children. Do you think... is this just a coincidence?"
The property manager frowned, with a hint of impatience in his tone:
"These are all caused by weather changes. What do they have to do with tree cutting?"
Jiang Muyao sneered: "Okay, then I'll tell you something that has something to do with you!
In recent years, have you always felt a chill on your back, especially at night, as if someone was blowing in your ear?
"You... are talking nonsense, that's not true!"
Jiang Muyao continued: "There is a female ghost following you all the time, I think... you killed her,
She has always wanted to seek revenge on you, and you are so stubborn that I can't help but want to help her..."
The property manager's face turned completely pale, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead. "You...don't talk nonsense. How could I...how could I possibly kill someone?"
Jiang Muyao ignored his sophistry and took out a piece of talisman paper from her bag. With a light stroke of her fingertips, the talisman paper instantly ignited a faint blue flame.
She whispered a few incantations and then threw the talisman into the air.
"The sky and earth are boundless, and the mysterious arts can help you manifest."
As she cast the spell, the temperature in the office dropped suddenly, and a chill filled the air.
The property manager felt a biting chill on his back, as if something was sticking to his back.
He turned his head stiffly, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he fell off the seat in fear.
A female ghost with disheveled hair was floating behind him, her face pale, her eyes empty, and a strange smile on the corner of her mouth.
"Ah!" The property manager let out a shrill scream and crawled forward using his hands and feet.
"Don't...don't come over here! Don't come over here!"
The female ghost slowly floated towards it, her voice hoarse and cold:
"Do you still remember me? Three years ago, you tricked me into working on the construction site.
To me...it made me fall from a great height...I died a miserable death..."
He was shaking all over, his voice filled with tears: "I...I didn't mean to do that! Please let me go!"
The female ghost sneered, her voice sharp: "Let you go? Do you know how I have been living these past three years?
I've always been by your side, watching you eat, drink, have fun, and have fun...
But as for me, not only can I not be reincarnated, I can’t even avenge myself. I can’t even get close to you…”
She pounced on the property manager and strangled his neck with her cold fingers.
The property manager felt his breathing stagnate, his face turned red instantly, and he struggled desperately with his hands, but he couldn't get free.
"Help...Help!" He uttered a few words with difficulty, his eyes full of fear.
Jiang Muyao stood aside, watching this scene coldly, until the property manager's face turned from red to purple, then he slowly spoke:
"That's enough."
The ghost paused, turned to look at Jiang Muyao, and said with resentment in her voice: "Why? He killed me, how can he still be alive?"
"If you kill him, you won't be able to reincarnate. It's not worth it for such a person."
The female ghost was silent for a while and finally let go of her hand.
The property manager collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, his face full of joy at surviving the disaster.
His voice was trembling, with a hint of luck: "Thank... Thank you, I... I will definitely reform myself and never do bad things again!"
Jiang Muyao glanced at him coldly, a sarcastic smile on her lips: "Do you think this is the end?"
The person in charge's smile froze on his face, and his voice trembled a little: "You...what do you mean?"
Jiang Muyao ignored him and turned to look at the female ghost with a gentle tone:
"Don't you understand...torturing people?"
The female ghost was stunned for a moment, with a hint of doubt in her voice: "Torture people?"
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