rent ghost company

A cluster of low trees and walls facing the door are neatly trimmed and have no personality. There are a few small white flowers interspersed among them. Against the backdrop of green, it does not have a bit of charm.Behind the tree wall is a crescent-shaped fountain. The water column is sprayed three to four meters high and scattered in the air, reflecting a colorful broken rainbow in the sunlight.

The open space on the left and right is a neat lawn, and above the lawn are scattered wooden houses with uniform shapes. A cobblestone path winds from the lawn to the depths of the manor.Enter along the road, pass through several monotonous small courtyards with similar styles, and then bypass an extremely ancient corridor, and the small pink building appears in front of you.

The manor was extremely quiet. The three of them walked all the way, but they didn't see half of them. Nuo Da's manor was deserted, looking empty and cold.

The mountain wall at the back happened to block most of the sunlight, and except for the open space in front of the gate, the rest of the manor was in deep shadow.

The air was filled with the coldness and damp accumulated from long absence of sunlight.

There is a faint mist lingering among the houses in the bushes farther away. The trees shake and the grass moves in the thin white mist, and it seems that some strange light black shadows flash through it.

Yong Bowen suddenly had a feeling of being spied on, his whole back was like being immersed in ice water, the chill pierced through his chest, and his hands and feet became numb for a while.

Liu Yi's face also became a little uncomfortable. When walking, he shook his head like a wave drum and looked left and right. The more he looked, the worse his face became. It was already a little blue, and he was so tense that he didn't have the slightest expression.

The difference in Fengshui pattern here is almost unparalleled in the world. If there is such a project, it is enough to apply for the Guinness World Records.

Extinction, loss of wealth, loss of life, injury to body, poverty, widows, crimes against officials, military prisons... everything is complete, no matter what kind of people live in this kind of place, it would be strange if they don't die clean and extinct .

But this Fei family turned out to be prosperous and wealthy, which is really confusing.

When seeing the small pink building, Liu Yi finally exclaimed "Ah", pointed at the small building with tongue-tied words, "This is, this is the acupuncture point, how can it be, how can it..." For a while, I was short of breath and couldn't even speak.

If any acupoints are tossed in such a building, the dragon's energy will hurt, no matter how good the pattern is, it will no longer exist, and any burial in a house will only invite disaster.

Yong Bowen frowned, and felt uneasy for a moment, only felt that this place was full of weirdness everywhere, judging from his long-term spiritual sense of mana, it was full of lifelessness, and it was definitely not a place for living people to stay.If it wasn't for saving his girlfriend, I'm afraid the first thing he would do would be to turn around and leave, far away from this evil place.

"What's the matter?" Han Ya heard Liu Yi's cry, and turned her head in puzzlement, "Mr. Liu, what's the problem?"

"No, no." Liu Yi's face turned pale, and he replied absent-mindedly, then kept mumbling to himself, counting secretly with his fingers under the cover of the compass.

"This is Tingfeng Building, where Mr. Fei receives distinguished guests." Han Ya turned her head, pointed to the small pink building and said, "Go, Mr. Fei is waiting for you."

The two people who were worried about each other followed Han Ya up the stairs, and when they arrived at the entrance of the building, they could see a plaque hanging above the door, with three cursive characters "Tingfenglou" written on it.The plaque is on a black background with bright red characters, at first glance, it looks like it was made of fresh blood.Seeing this, Yong Bowen couldn't help shivering. He didn't want to stay under the plaque, so he hurriedly took a step into the house.

The living room in the building is very spacious.There are marble tables and stools in the middle, a full set of rosewood seats on the north and south sides, and a large flower tree and a huge flowerpot are placed in the back. Through the cover of the branches and leaves, you can see the red forest carved sunflower window behind the window. It is inlaid with red, yellow, blue and green glass, and the shadows of the trees are swaying and swaying indistinctly on the glass, as if countless arms are waving and swinging.In the middle of the facing wall is a tall bookshelf, which is full of books of all sizes, but in the middle of the bookshelf are several layers of glass cabinets, where you can see the valuable jade ornaments at a glance.The stairs, presumably, are the entrance to the second floor.

The entire living room is furnished in an ancient style. When Yong Bo Wenfang walked in, he felt a sense of time and space disorder, as if he had accidentally walked into a certain time and space gate and went back to the past. The scene of the crew of a costume film.

"Please sit down, both of you. I'll invite Mr. Fei over here." Han Ya waved at the two of them coldly and politely, then turned and walked out of the small building.

Liu Yi had probably never traveled such a long distance since becoming famous, and beads of sweat were already visible on his forehead. As soon as Han Ya left, he couldn't wait to find a chair and sit down. There was a creaking sound.Yong Bowen didn't feel tired. He took off the water gun in his hand and the big bag on his back and put them on the chair. He patted the black cat on his shoulder, walked around the living room a few times in a bored way, and went to the bookshelf to browse casually.

Among the hundreds of books on the shelf, more than half are about Feng Shui fortune telling, avoiding evil and so on. It seems that Fei Mo still believes in these things.

Yong Bowen picked up the Suspected Dragon Sutra at random, and before he opened it, he suddenly heard a faint cry of a woman.

"Meow!" The black cat yelled sharply, with all its hair on its back, half-bowed, looking ready to wait.

The cry was fleeting, and when Yong Bowen put up his earphones to listen carefully and find out the source, there was no more sound.He was terrified, turned around, and saw Liu Yi still sitting firmly on the chair, fiddling with his compass.Yong Bowen couldn't help asking: "Mr. Liu, did you hear a burst of crying just now?"

Liu Yi glanced at him indifferently, and said with a sneer, "Crying? Where did the crying come from? You may be hallucinating. Boy, I told you at the beginning not to take Mr. Fei's work, nor Take a look at how many catties you have, if you delay Mr. Fei's business, you should be careful not to go around with food!"

Yong Bowen didn't want to talk nonsense with Liu Yi, but he also knew that if he didn't explain clearly today, he would never give up with him, so he could only patiently say: "Mr. Liu, don't get me wrong. Mr. Fei invited me to see Feng Shui, I will not steal your business."

"Oh? Then why are you here? Could it be that Mr. Fei specially invited you to dinner?" Liu Yi was full of sarcasm, obviously not believing his words.

"Mr. Fei said that there are some...uh...unclean things in the house...so please let me help you clean it up." Yong Bowen explained vaguely, "I specialize in catching ghosts and avoiding evil spirits. I don't understand at all."

"Oh..." Liu Yi's face softened a little, "I'll just say, in Chuncheng, who can look at Fengshui better than me, and it's impossible for Mr. Fei to find someone else."

Seeing the easing of the atmosphere, Yong Bowen forced a smile, and was about to say something when the crying sounded again.

But this time it became much louder, and it was full of melancholy and sadness, which made people feel sour when they heard it, and they were about to shed tears.

This cry really came from upstairs!

Yong Bowen suddenly turned and looked towards the stairs.

The black cat on the shoulder no longer barked, but whined lowly from its throat, and its body bowed more and more nervously.

The cry disappeared again.

Yong Bowen looked back at Liu Yi and asked, "Mr. Liu, did you hear that?"

Liu Yi's face turned blue and white, his eyes were full of fear, he nodded his head reluctantly, and said in a shy voice, "I heard, are those really those things?"

This cry is erratic, cold and desolate, it is definitely not a human voice, even if a deaf person hears it, he can't help but feel nervous. Although Liu Yi is a master of Fengshui, he doesn't know anything about ghost hunting, but he is a master of spells , but know more about these things than ordinary people, so the heart of fear is even worse.

"I'm afraid I can't be wrong." Yong Bowen nodded, and said suspiciously, "I didn't expect this ghost to be so fierce. It dared to come out to cause trouble before the sun went down..." At this point, he suddenly stopped, secretly Thinking: "Doesn't the air-sucking ghost on Fei Mo dare to cling to people and walk around in broad daylight? Maybe this ghost is just the same as that, and the whereabouts of Miss Xiaoyun will fall on it." " He couldn't help but feel refreshed when he thought of this, and he didn't think about it any more. He turned around and rushed to the front of the package, grabbed a large handful of paper talismans and stuffed them into his trouser pocket, and put the mahogany sword in his belt. After hesitating for a while, he put the The water gun hangs on the back and blows in from time to time, driving the curtains to dance endlessly.

There is a black desk in front of the window, with picture scrolls piled up on both sides, and a piece of rice paper in the middle is pressed under the paperweight and spread out for a long time. The ink painting on the paper is a picture of mountains and waterfalls. The ink is still wet, and the tip of the brush on the pen holder is still wet .Facing the table is a single bed, and a decorative sword hangs above the wall.Under the bed, there is a piano case that looks like a small coffin.There is only one small window in the long room, and this place is under the shadow of the cliff, so the whole room is dark and gloomy, full of suffocating and oppressive feeling.

There was no one in the room, and Yong Bowen took a mirror to look at it, but found nothing. He was puzzled, but he heard that mournful cry suddenly, but it came from behind the wall!He took a picture of the wall with a gossip mirror, but there was no response. He couldn't help being stunned for a while, and then remembered that he didn't see another staircase after going upstairs, and realized that the second floor was divided into two independent parts.It was obvious that he had gone upstairs to the wrong building.

"What a nuisance," he swore angrily, and turned to go downstairs.

Seeing Yong Bowen coming down, Liu Yi couldn't wait to ask, "Did you catch it?"

"Wrong side." Yong Bowen didn't have time to answer him, and hurried up the stairs on the other side.

The moment he climbed to the second floor, he suddenly had the illusion of running back to the second floor on the left.

The same is on the second floor, the same small living room, and the same two doors facing each other. If these are normal because of the consideration of contrast in design, the coffee table in the living room is also