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Chapter 95 Xi Mu Qing Fang Ding

Wanwan and Huang Xikong walked to the female ghost, and the female ghost transferred the wooden box to Huang Xikong.

She didn't dare to get close to Wanwan, mainly because Wanwan's breath made her unconsciously afraid, and even if Huang Xikong detained her as a coolie, she still felt that he was far less dangerous than the cub in front of her.

After Huang Xikong got the wooden box, he asked in surprise, "Is this a box made of Yangyin wood?"

Wanwan stared at the pattern on the black lacquered wooden box, her eyes were a little tired, she raised her hand to rub her eyes, but didn't reach out to touch the box.

The box didn't feel very good to her.

Huang Xikong looked at Wanwan: "Open it?"

Wanwan exchanged glances with him, and nodded solemnly.

The black lacquered wooden box was not locked, so Huang Xikong raised his hand to release the spring lock and pushed open the lid.

Wanwan immediately took half a step back, looked at the things in the box, and slowly clenched her small fists.

Huang Xikong wanted to reach out to take out the contents of the box.

The box was covered with a layer of black flannel, and inside was a small tripod the size of a palm.

"You don't touch it."

Seeing that he was going to touch it, Wanwan immediately closed the lid.

Huang Xikong looked at her tense expression in surprise, and asked, "Is there something wrong with the tripod in this box?"

"That's the Western Mother Green Fang Ding."

Wanwan put the box back on the oil-paper cloth, and patted the dirt on the oil-paper cloth: "The Ximu Qing Fang Ding is a thing for nourishing yin, but this tripod has been damaged, and it can no longer play its former role."

"According to you, this thing should be harmless to us?"

Wan Wan bit her lower lip and held the box in her arms: "This incomplete tripod has become an evil thing, if you touch it, it will erode your sanity."

"Evil thing? Isn't it a treasure that nourishes yin?"

Wan Wan shook her head: "I don't know the details. Master taught me before that the Ximu Qingfang Ding was originally a precious vessel for nourishing yin, and it is very effective for recuperating ghosts. But I feel that there is blood evil on the top of this tripod." The aura of a living person may have been sacrificed..."

Huang Xikong and the female ghost looked at the box in Wanwan's arms in shock: "But this box was dug out in your ancestral house..."

Wanwan glanced at the location of the jujube tree. The ancestral house faces south, and the jujube tree is in the southwest.

"This is... Yang Zhai Feng Shui Sha." Wan Wan said with a very serious face.

When Huang Xikong looked at the jujube tree again, he frowned deeply.

The female ghost floated behind Huang Xikong, trying to reduce her presence.

"Tell your brother about this." Huang Xikong said.

Wanwan carried the box and went to the kitchen with a heavy heart.

Xia Zhihuai was chopping vegetables, when he saw Wanwan and Huang Xikong coming in, he looked back, and then dropped the knife in his hand on the cutting board.

"Who is that behind you?" Xia Zhihuai pointed behind Huang Xikong.

Wanwan looked back at the female ghost sister, then looked up at Huang Xikong, waiting for him to explain himself.

Huang Xikong said calmly, "Working ghosts."

The female ghost took the initiative to move half a step to the side, bowed deeply to the people in the room, and immediately hid behind Huang Xikong again.

Xia Xiuying glanced at the female ghost, she was able to calmly look away, and continued to pick up the spatula to cook.

Xia Zhihuai looked at Huang Xikong, who was calm and breezy, and got angry: "This is Wanwan and I's home, don't just bring other ghosts in here!"

"She will be responsible for cleaning the weeds in the yard in the afternoon." Huang Xikong threw out a temptation.

Xia Zhihuai thought for three seconds, then picked up the kitchen knife again: "Give her five candles at night."

Huang Xikong raised the corner of his mouth and looked back at the flattered female ghost: "Do it well!"

"Yes, sir!" The female ghost's voice trembled slightly. God knows how long she had been floating in the bamboo forest. It seemed like she had never eaten anything at all.

After becoming a ghost, her life is like a pig and a dog!
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After Xia Zhihuai and Huang Xikong reached a consensus, they were about to continue cooking, but found that Wanwan was still standing there, and couldn't help asking, "Wanwan, why don't you go out and play, there is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen."

Huang Xikong rolled his eyelids: "She has something to look for you."

Xia Zhihuai looked at Wanwan puzzled: "What's the matter?"

Wanwan raised the box wrapped in oiled paper cloth in her hand: "I dug this out under the jujube tree."

Xia Zhihuai put down the kitchen knife, wiped his hands on the apron, and was about to take what Wanwan was holding.

But Wanwan avoided his movements with the box, Xia Zhihuai didn't understand, so: "?"

Wan Wan looked up at him and whispered, "Brother, someone arranged a feng shui evil in our house."

"Wait... what did you say?"

Xia Zhihuai stared at the box in her hand, and then looked at Wanwan in a daze.

What is Feng Shui Sha?
How did he touch his blind spot of knowledge again?

Huang Xikong was also puzzled: "You don't even know Feng Shui Sha?"

Xia Zhihuai frowned: "I've heard of it, but I always thought it was a fiction in novels or TV. Who knew Sha actually existed?"

"I've always found it very strange." Huang Xikong looked Xia Zhihuai up and down, "If you think about it seriously, when did your old Tao family start to be prone to accidents?"

Xia Xiuying turned off the gas, turned around and recalled, "This...it's been several years."

"I remember that before I divorced Huaihuai's father, his grandfather accidentally broke his leg when he went downstairs, and he had to lie in bed for a few months before recovering. Then it was his grandma again, in the vegetable garden not far away. Digging vegetables, accidentally slipped and fell on the way back, and died after staying in the hospital for a few days."

Some things are scary to think about.

During that time, she and Xia Zhihuai's father also often quarreled. In fact, the ten years of marriage have been uneventful, but in that year, it seemed that there were endless emotions and endless conflicts. Later, she couldn't bear it. After living apart for a while, they decided to divorce Xia Zhihuai's father.

After the divorce, on the contrary, everything went smoothly.

It's just that Xia Zhihuai's father... passed away within two years.

Xia Zhihuai's expression was extremely serious. If Feng Shui really existed, then the deaths of his father, his grandparents, his uncle and aunt...these people... were definitely not accidental.

Wan Wan raised her head and asked, "Brother, so the death of my parents is probably related to Feng Shui, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Xia Zhihuai knelt down and hugged her gently.

Wanwan's eyes were red, and she was about to cry with her small mouth.

It turned out that she could have parents too.

Seeing her eldest aunt and her brother, she actually envied her brother very much.

Xia Zhihuai rubbed her fluffy hair with his big hands, and wiped the ends of her eyes with his fingertips.

As a result, Wan Wan's tears flowed even more fiercely.

Xia Zhihuai was a little at a loss, looked back at his mother, silently making mouth movements: "How to coax?"

Xia Yingxiu sighed, picked Wanwan up from the ground, hugged her and coaxed her: "Wanwan, don't cry, doesn't Wanwan have a brother and an aunt? Wanwan is the precious daughter of the aunt. The bravest and most beautiful baby, if you cry for a long time, you will not be beautiful."

Wanwan sobbed, rubbing the end of her eyes with the back of her hand, big tears rolled down her eyes, she said extremely wronged: "Auntie, my eyes are so hot..."

Xia Yingxiu: "..."

Xia Zhihuai: "???"

Huang Xikong: Die laughing.

(End of this chapter)