In the urban area of Tongcheng City, inside an elegant three-story villa, Zeng Houyi was playing with an antique in his study.
Zeng Houyi is a small to medium-sized real estate developer in Tongcheng City. He has made a lot of money over the years as housing prices have continued to rise. After his wife passed away five years ago, he gradually developed a liking for collecting all kinds of strange and unusual antiques and objects.
From priceless antiques worth millions to small items bought for tens or hundreds of dollars on the street, he will acquire anything he likes and as long as the price is right.
Therefore, various calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, and other items can be seen everywhere in the villa.
At this moment, Zeng Houyi was holding a blue and white porcelain bowl from the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty.
This blue and white porcelain bowl has a beautiful shape, a delicate and white body, and is decorated with blue and white cloud patterns. It is very beautiful. Because it is rare, Zeng Houyi liked it very much and kept it in the cabinet in his study to admire it from time to time.
Knock knock.
The maid knocked on the door, and Zeng Houyi looked towards the open doorway.
"Mr. Zeng, the feng shui master you invited has arrived."
"Quickly, invite them in!"
"Okay, Mr. Zeng."
After the maid left, Zeng Houyi put the blue and white porcelain bowl back on a glass cabinet shelf in the study, locked the cabinet door, and then quickly came downstairs.
The villa's iron gate slowly opened.
In the villa courtyard behind the iron gate, a young and beautiful maid stood opening the door.
An old Santana drove in from outside the yard. The car stopped at the gate, and the driver's side window rolled down, revealing a round-headed person.
"Thank you, beautiful!"
Master Jia waved to the young maid by the door and said.
The young maid wore a brown apron with white lace trim, her jet-black hair was neatly tied, and she smiled with red lips and white teeth.
"Rich people are different; even the maids who open the door are so young and beautiful!"
Jia was in the car, gripping the steering wheel with a sigh, his gaze shifting from the maid's beautiful figure before parking the car in a parking space in the yard.
As soon as Zhang Yuan and Jia Zheng got out of the car, they saw a well-dressed, pot-bellied, slicked-back middle-aged man warmly greeting them in the villa's lobby.
"Master Jia, welcome!"
"Hello, Mr. Zeng!"
Zeng Houyi shook hands warmly with Jia Zheng, then looked at Zhang Yuan beside Jia Zheng and said, "Could this be the famous Master Zhang Yuan?"
"That's right! My partner, Junior Brother Zhang Yuan!"
Jia Zheng stroked his mustache and smiled.
Zeng Houyi was slightly surprised.
I never imagined Master Zhang Yuan was so young! He looks about the same age as her daughter!
Zeng Houyi immediately extended his hand and shook hands with Zhang Yuan.
"I have long heard of Master Zhang Yuan; his reputation is truly legendary."
"Mr. Zeng, you flatter me."
As Zhang Yuan shook hands with Zeng Houyi, he sized up the real estate tycoon in front of him.
Dark circles under his eyes and a tired look on his face suggested he had lost his vitality.
Jia Zheng and Zhang Yuan entered the hall and sat on the living room sofa. While drinking tea and chatting with Zeng Houyi, they learned about the strange things that had happened in his family recently.
"So you mean that every night at 11 o'clock, there are footsteps and the curtains move, and only you can hear the footsteps."
"right!"
"When did this situation begin?"
About ten days ago.
Zhang Yuan seemed to be deep in thought.
"How about this, you show us your house."
"good."
After finishing their tea, Zeng Houyi led Zhang Yuan and Jia Zheng up from the basement, floor by floor, to see each room.
The basement served as a storage room, housing Zeng Houyi's collection of alcoholic beverages, cigarettes, and antique items.
The first floor consists of a living room and a kitchen, and there's nothing unusual about it.
There are four rooms on the second floor. Two of them are Zeng Houyi's room and study. The other two are his daughter's bedroom and his deceased wife's room.
The third floor contains guest rooms and rooms for two maids.
Zhang Yuan and Jia Zheng walked through the house and found nothing unusual except for the large number of calligraphy, paintings and antiques inside.
That's a bit strange!
"What do you two masters think?"
"Have you found anything?"
Zeng Houyi asked.
Jia Zheng looked at Zhang Yuan. His magical power was weak, and he had only recently broken through to the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. He couldn't see many clues or powerful evil spirits. Usually, when he encountered powerful evil spirits, he relied on Zhang Yuan to take action.
Zhang Yuan understood Jia Zheng's meaning; he certainly hadn't found anything either. He said, "We haven't found anything yet. Since you said the strange footsteps will only appear at night, let's investigate again at 11 p.m.
Zeng Houyi nodded.
I didn't seem to see anything special in the two masters, which was a little disappointing.
Jia Zheng was a shrewd man who had been in the underworld for many years. He felt that Zhang Yuantai was honest, and that people in their line of work didn't always speak the truth. So he quickly added, "Even if there are evil spirits in broad daylight, they probably wouldn't dare to come out. Don't worry, Mr. Zeng, we're not like Master Huang Jiu or the Five-Flower Monk, who are all talk and no action."
If there's anything unclean in your house, this gossip scroll in my hand will definitely not let it get away with it, and will make sure you get your money's worth!
Upon hearing Jia Zheng's words, Zeng Houyi's mood immediately improved.
"Thank you, Master Jia! Then I'll have to trouble you two masters. This matter has been keeping me on my mind, and I haven't had a good night's sleep for a week!"
Why! "
"Don't worry, Mr. Zeng, I'll see tonight what kind of evil spirit dares to cause trouble in your home!"
The three of them talked as they went downstairs.
...
Night falls.
Zeng Houyi hosted a dinner for Zhang Yuan and Jia Zheng at his home.
Zeng Houyi's home is very simple. His daughter is in college, and he usually lives with two maids.
One of them was about forty years old and had worked as a maid in Zeng Houyi's household for five or six years. Her main responsibilities were buying groceries, cooking, and cleaning. Later, because one person couldn't handle the workload, Zeng Houyi hired another maid through a housekeeping company.
This way, when the two maids take turns going home on their days off, there's no need to worry about who will cook.
The maids were quite skilled; every dish they made was delicious and visually appealing. One of the young and pretty maids was in charge of serving the food and occasionally refilling drinks for Zeng Houyi and the guests.
That lecherous Jia Zheng, while the pretty maid was pouring wine, took advantage of the fact that the master, Zeng Houyi, was unaware, and pretended to accidentally brush his elbow against the maid's thigh, making the shy maid blush and quickly move away.
After Jia Zheng and Zeng Houyi finished dividing up a bottle of Moutai, Jia Zheng became somewhat drunk and started talking nonsense, not only boasting but also telling dirty jokes.
The pretty maid standing nearby blushed deeply, but dared not leave. When she poured hot water, she kept a safe distance from Jia Zheng, afraid that he would take advantage of her again.
Finally, at 11 p.m., Zhang Yuan, along with Jia Zheng and Zeng Houyi, re-inspected the villa.
In the pitch-black villa, Zhang Yuan and Jia Zheng, holding their phones, walked from room to room on the second and third floors. The faint light of their flashlights illuminated the darkness, but they did not hear the footsteps Zeng Houyi had mentioned, nor did they hear any unusual noises from the curtains.
The group searched the house, found nothing amiss, and returned to the second-floor living room.
*Smack*
The lights in the second-floor living room and hallway were turned back on.
"Strange, why are there no strange footsteps tonight?"
Zeng Houyi tilted his head and said, his body reeking of alcohol.
Jia Zheng held the Bagua plate, pondered for a while, and said, "There are two possibilities now. One is that there are no evil spirits in your room, and it may be that the magnetic field is bad, which caused you to hear the strange phenomena before. The other is that there are evil spirits, but they know that we are coming to capture them tonight, so they are too scared to come out."
"Then what should we do?"
"Don't worry, I have a magical artifact that I've blessed. It can not only protect the home and adjust the feng shui of the house, but also drive away evil spirits!"
Jia Zheng took a golden Pixiu out of his cloth bag and placed it on the table.
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