When Jiang Xuxu stood up, Zhou Hehe's eyes flashed slightly, and he secretly glanced at the police officers next to him out of the corner of his eye.
Then he moved to the side of a photographer who was still carrying a camera and winked at him.
The photographer didn't react at first, but seeing that Producer Zhou's eyes looked like he was about to have a cramp, he finally seemed to react, and when no one was paying attention, he quietly turned on the camera.
Although the live broadcast room has been shut down and the program is facing the possibility of being cancelled, the materials that need to be shot cannot be lost before it is completely cancelled.
The two of them secretly set up the camera and pointed the lens at Jiang Xuxu opposite them.
Jiang Xuxu looked at the old lady in front of him, his almond-shaped eyes dull.
"You said that the design was changed to build the house into a tomb for the child because the child died prematurely. But in fact, the child was already dead when the cement was poured to build the foundation. The original design of this house was to create a tomb that could trap the child's spirit!"
The old lady was obviously a little angry when she heard Jiang Xuxu's words.
"Don't talk nonsense, girl! What do you know?! This is our Song family's child! You had someone dig up the child's 'grave' without permission, you will be punished!"
Jiang Xuxu remained unmoved in the face of Mrs. Lai's accusations.
"Someone is indeed going to be punished, but that person is definitely not me, but the entire Song family, including you."
"you!!"
"You don't have to deny it so quickly. If the facts are really as you said, why would you stay near the house just to guard it?"
Hearing that the old lady was specifically there to guard the house, the program crew and the guests' expressions changed slightly, especially Gu Jingmo.
He saw with his own eyes that day the old lady standing on the balcony in the garden, staring at them sinisterly. He originally thought that the old lady simply didn't like strangers coming and going nearby, but he never imagined that the other party was actually specifically monitoring the house.
"Jiang Xuxu, what is going on?" Gu Jingmo couldn't help but ask Jiang Xuxu.
Jiang Xuxu stopped arguing with the old lady and turned to the crowd and said,
"If I guess correctly, this should be the fortune pile."
The people around, including the police officers nearby, were all confused. Hitting a living stake was close to their knowledge blind spot, so what was this money-making stake? ?
They didn't understand, but Shang Lu, who came from an orthodox Taoist background, knew it. When he heard about the money-making stake, his face changed noticeably.
Looking at the child's corpse sealed in the concrete floor, he felt a sudden realization and obvious anger.
"What is a money-making pile?" Zhou Chacha asked in a low voice, but his face no longer had the previous carefree look, but instead showed a bit of caution.
Shang Lu seemed to take a deep breath before explaining, "The Wealth-Generating Stake is an evil technique in the Xuanmen sect that is similar to the Life-Generating Stake. The Life-Generating Stake is generally used to seek peace and stability in all directions and to protect future generations, but the Wealth-Generating Stake is simply used to gather wealth and power to ensure that the family's future generations will continue to have wealth and luck."
He paused, then said in a hoarse voice, "This method is different from the method of planting a stake. The 'stake' responsible for gathering wealth must be the flesh and blood of the planter..."
When the people around heard Shang Lu's explanation, they secretly took a breath of cold air.
Using living people as sacrifices is outrageous enough, let alone using one's own flesh and blood as sacrifices.
What kind of crazy person would sacrifice their own flesh and blood for the so-called way to make money?
Everyone found it unbelievable at first, but then they thought about what the old lady had said before, that the child was the "illegitimate child" of Mr. Song.
A chill suddenly ran down their spines. They thought of a more cruel and inhumane possibility.
Before they could ask their guesses, Jiang Xuxu had already given the answer in a cold voice.
"This child was originally prepared by the so-called Mr. Song for the purpose of making money. He couldn't bear to part with his own child, so he found a woman outside to bear one for him.
When the child is almost grown up, it will be killed and planted in the house. Then, relying on the child's resentment and the house's natural feng shui formation, wealth will naturally gather. "
The Thai Kumantong also has a similar practice, but they usually use children who are not yet born to be made into Kumantong for worship.
Because the children who were not born are extremely resentful, just like the little kid at home.
There are also differences among Kumantongs. The Kumantongs made with the bones and blood of parents and children are much more powerful than ordinary Kumantongs. This is the power of kinship.
It’s just that the Kumantong needs blood to be fed, but the Money-Making Pillar does not need any external force to gather wealth continuously.
"The Song family must not be an unknown family, as they were able to spend a huge amount of money to build such a tomb for the purpose of making money 20 years ago."
"The other party's ancestors must also be a wealthy family, because only those who have experienced true wealth can no longer tolerate poverty."
"I guess that Mr. Song's ancestors must have been wealthy merchants, but unfortunately the family fell into decline and the children of the family were unable to save it, so they asked a Feng Shui master to come up with such a sinister method to gather wealth for the family."
"This method should have been successful at first. The Song family made a lot of wealth in a short period of time with this child. Unfortunately, the Feng Shui master who worked for him did not tell him that after the wealth-making pile was planted,
Once the infant spirit in the house can no longer sustain the family's luck, it will automatically rob the family's children of their own fate as a supplement. The children of the old master Song you mentioned should all have died young, right?"
As soon as Jiang Xuxu said this, the old lady, who had originally been timid on the outside, changed her expression instantly, and her wrinkled face turned pale.
Jiang Xuxu carefully looked at the kinship line between the other person's face and the infant spirit, and vaguely understood something.
"Your grandson is gone too, right?"
These two words made the old lady's pupils dilate instantly, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Her grandson...
Obviously, her family and Master Song's were not direct relatives, but that year, if a child in the Song family died, one of her grandsons would also die, simply because she married Master Song's younger brother. The two families had the same roots and could not be separated.
Later, Mr. Song finally realized the problem and immediately sold the house.
But despite this, he still couldn't stop this curse-like existence. Until all the grandchildren in the family died, Mr. Song was alone with the huge wealth, but he still couldn't have another child.
Mr. Song had made up his mind to destroy the house, but even if he only destroyed one wall, the wealth he had accumulated by abandoning his descendants would suffer a heavy loss.
Mr. Song had lost his children and was unwilling to lose his only wealth, so he had no choice but to restore the house to its original appearance.
At the same time, in order to ensure that each subsequent owner would not destroy the house, he also specified in the contract that the layout and decoration of the house could not be changed without authorization. At the same time, he spent money to buy another villa nearby and let the old lady keep an eye on it...
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