Chapter 116 When things go wrong, remember to turn right It was not

until the old lady spoke of this evil money-making pile with tears in her eyes that people knew there was such a terrible secret behind this house.

What was the point of guarding a huge fortune alone when all the children and grandchildren were dead?

Fang Younan did not know when he also believed in the influence of the so-called "money-making pile" and secretly sighed in his heart. When he realized that he had fallen into the trap of feudal superstition, he hurriedly reorganized his thoughts and pulled himself out of the atmosphere of feudal superstition.

"So, the child in this coffin was killed by his biological father."

No matter what the motive behind the murderer was, the primary responsibility of the police was to bring the murderer to justice.

Feudal superstition kills people. I think Mr. Song should reflect on himself in prison.

Jiang Xuxu didn't care how the police arrested people. She looked at the old lady sitting on the ground crying and said,

"The money-making tree is called money-making, but it is actually an evil technique that will kill people. So even if people in the Xuanmen have heard of it, there are very few who really know how to do it. The Feng Shui master who helped the Song family plant the money-making tree probably intended to make the Song family extinct."

Hearing Jiang Xuxu's words, the old lady's eyes almost burst. She stared at Jiang Xuxu, and suddenly stretched out her hand, which was as wrinkled as a dead branch, and grabbed her skirt.

Although she was trembling, she refused to let go.

"Girl, can you find that person... Help me find that damned one, my grandson!! My son!! They were all killed! I don't want money, I just want my child..."

The old lady burst into tears again, and she seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

Jiang Xuxu did not agree to let the old lady find someone. To be able to use such an evil magic to make the Song family extinct, it must be a deep hatred with the Song family or Mr. Song.

She would not mix things up with cause and effect.

There was no need.

Today, she asked someone to dig out the child's bones, which was equivalent to directly breaking the opponent's magic, and the opponent would inevitably be retaliated.

Even if she didn't find someone, that person would pay the price for his actions.

And just as Jiang Xuxu guessed.

In a rental house far away on the other side of China, a middle-aged man sat alone in front of a computer, and the screen showed a message that he had been ejected from the live broadcast room. But

the man never left the page, and his eyes were still looking at the computer screen with a solemn look.

After a long while, he stood up and was about to walk to a small Buddhist shrine in the back room. However, before he got close, his whole body suddenly twitched violently, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The man fell to the ground with a bang, and before he closed his eyes completely, his eyes were fixed on the small Buddhist shrine in front of him, where two urns, one large and one small, were enshrined.

The man's eyes swept across the two urns, and his eyes were reluctant and relieved. After a long while, blood overflowed from his mouth again.

Everything in front of his eyes was blood red, just like the day when his wife and child were murdered.

The man seemed to be stung by the red color in front of his eyes, and finally, he slowly closed his eyes.

...

Jiang Xuxu seemed to have sensed something, and her eyes looked at the corpse carefully wrapped by the police. After thinking for a while, she walked forward and stuffed a yellow talisman stacked into a triangle into the bag wrapped in the corpse.

Fang Younan noticed her movements, took a few big steps forward, and grabbed her wrist,

"What did you just stuff in there?"

Before Jiang Xuxu could move, Zhou Hehe on the side had already rushed over,

"Hey, captain, don't do it, Master Jiang is still a child..."

As he spoke, he pulled Fang Younan's hand away.

Fang Younan: ...

Do you want to listen to what you said?

Although he was speechless, Fang Younan had just grabbed the man on impulse. Seeing that someone was trying to stop him, he naturally let go and whispered an apology to Jiang Xuxu.

Jiang Xuxu was not angry, but just raised his eyes slightly and looked at the golden light faintly emanating from the other's palm.

Although it was very faint, it was indeed there, but compared to the golden light on Chu Beihe's body, this faint golden light was almost negligible.

If Jiang Xuxu hadn't looked carefully just now, he wouldn't even have noticed it.

But this also proved in disguise that the police officer in front of him should have saved many lives.

Jiang Xuxu has always been more lenient to such people.

Not only did he not care about the other party grabbing his wrist, he even took the initiative to give him a reminder.

"Officer Fang, you have square eyebrows, a straight nose, and a righteous spirit. You are a very blessed person. If you feel something is not going well recently, remember to turn right."

Fang Younan: ...

I didn't teach you feudal superstitions, and you still counted it on me?

He really didn't understand the interests and hobbies of today's children.

"Thank you, but even if you say so, you still have to go back to the police station with me to record your statement."

Sheng Caizhu's case still needs to be investigated, and it's just right to go back and record the statement together with Xue Yining's case.

Jiang Xuxu pursed her lips. Although she didn't hate going to a place like the police station, it was indeed a waste of time to record a statement.

But as a citizen, such an obligation is inevitable.

Just as she was about to nod in agreement, she heard the mobile phone in Fang Younan's pocket ringing.

Fang Younan motioned for her to wait, and he walked to the side to answer the call.

"I'm Fang Younan."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be the leader of the police station. Fang Younan's face suddenly became a little serious, and even his back straightened slightly.

I don't know what was said on the other end. Fang Younan frowned slightly, with some confusion, and his eyes subconsciously looked towards Jiang Xuxu.

Not long after, he hung up the phone and walked back.

When he looked at Jiang Xuxu, his eyes were a little more strange.

"Someone above has said hello, you don't have to go back with me to record your statement for the time being."

What's more, the case of the money pile has also been taken over by special personnel.

Although Fang Younan didn't know, it seemed that it was someone from the National Security Bureau.

The other party even asked him to be more polite to Jiang Xuxu...

Jiang Xuxu seemed a little surprised, but didn't ask too many questions, just nodded.

Soon, Fang Younan and the police took Xue Yining to pack up and leave. Before leaving, they checked the bag containing the bones and found that there was nothing else in it except a little black and gray, so they left with peace of mind. The program crew

was left in the house again, and there were some onlookers still watching outside. Director

Chen's mind was in a mess, and he sat on the floor in a somewhat decadent manner, with a look of despair on his face.

Zhou Hehe went over and pulled him, "Old Chen, what are you doing? I'm packing up and leaving first. Do you still want to spend the night in this house?"

Director Chen heard this and instantly got up from the ground.

Knowing the origin of the house and the corpses on the ground, Director Chen could not help but feel cautious even if he was fearless.

But soon, the shock of being chopped off at the start of the variety show took over his mind and body again.

"Ah... metaphysics really can't be touched casually."

Zhou Hehe sighed a little after hearing this. He wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he couldn't find any words to comfort her. Just as he was feeling regretful, the phone in his pocket rang.

Zhou Hehe answered the phone. He didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but he saw that Zhou Hehe, who was a little depressed at first, became more and more cheerful. When he hung up the phone, he was even a little excited.

He grabbed Director Chen's shoulders and shook him back and forth, his tone was full of excitement,

"Mr. Chen! The show is not dead! Someone from the top has spoken, our show can live again!"