Chapter 248 Master Xia Debunks Fakes Online! Upon seeing a newcomer trying to steal their business, the "metaphysical masters" in the mansion's hall immediately began to denounce him all at once:
"These two young men look like they've just graduated from their apprenticeships, right?"
"With such limited skills, you dare to compete with us?"
"Detective? What a load of nonsense! Our Dragon Country values metaphysics and orthodox principles, not that Western stuff!"
Some people even said to Feline in a sarcastic tone, "Miss Feline, are you deliberately trying to harm the old lady?"
Feline was so angry her face turned pale: "You bunch of charlatans, I'll get you all locked up in jail sooner or later!"
At this moment, a man in his thirties came down from the second floor—it was Zhang Xian, the son of Fei Lin's uncle.
With a stern face, he immediately questioned Feline: "Cousin, these masters are all here to help Grandma. They all said that this house has a lot of yin energy and advised Grandma to move out and sell it as soon as possible, but you've been the one stopping her."
As he spoke, his eyes turned cold, and he lowered his voice:
"You wouldn't... be eyeing Grandma's inheritance, deliberately trying to ruin her life, would you?"
Feline immediately retorted, "There's absolutely nothing wrong with the house! But what are you up to, so eagerly urging Grandma to sell the old house she's lived in for decades?"
Zhang Xian's face stiffened at what he was told, and he turned to the feng shui master in the Tang suit and winked at him: "Master Yan, please tell everyone just how sinister the feng shui of this house is! Let some people wake up!"
Master Yan stroked his beard and slowly stepped forward: "Since Ms. Fei doesn't believe it, she even specially invited... a so-called detective."
His tone was clearly contemptuous. "Then I shall make a fool of myself."
Master Yan gestured to his assistant beside him.
A moment later, the assistant carefully brought over a glass fish tank, inside which sat a slow-moving turtle.
Master Yan cleared his throat and began to cryptically say, "What you all don't know is that turtles are spiritual creatures, and have been able to sense evil spirits since ancient times."
"And this one is a 'celestial turtle' that I specially invited from the spirit lake of Penglai Immortal Mountain, which is most sensitive to yin and evil energy..."
As soon as Xia Zhining saw the turtle, she immediately exchanged a knowing look with Fei Lin.
Now she fully understood why Feline had invited her.
Master Yan carefully placed the "fairy turtle" on the floor in the center of the living room.
The turtle's shell was indeed unique; its dark brown carapace was naturally inlaid with several rings of alternating gold and brown patterns, which gleamed with a warm luster under the light.
At first glance, he does indeed have a somewhat otherworldly and ethereal air about him.
After landing, the tortoise crawled aimlessly for a few steps, then its crawling path became increasingly bizarre, and finally it suddenly retracted its head and limbs into its shell and remained motionless.
While the tortoise was crawling, Master Yan held a brush and pretended to draw on a piece of Xuan paper.
Once the tortoise had completely retracted its shell, he immediately held up the paper and announced in a solemn tone:
"Please look, everyone! Just now, the immortal tortoise wasn't crawling around randomly, but rather following the will of Heaven, writing a word on the ground with its trajectory—"
He flipped the Xuan paper over abruptly, revealing a "death" character made of twisted lines!
"It's the word 'death'!"
The scene erupted in uproar, with the "masters" and Zhang Xian exclaiming in surprise:
"My God! The evil spirits in this house have become this fierce!"
"Even the immortal tortoise wrote the word 'death' as a warning; this is an ominous sign!"
Master Yan concluded with great sorrow: "Even the long-lived tortoises have been forced to retreat into their shells. Isn't the danger of this place obvious enough?"
The old woman stared at the distorted character for "death" on Master Yan's paper, her fingers suddenly clenching her prayer beads, her face turning deathly pale.
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