The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 82

Mr. Wang drove straight to the city.As soon as he sat in the car, Han Zhu felt that there was also a bad luck spreading in the car.

She couldn't help frowning: "Has your car ever been in a car accident?"

Mr. Wang frowned: "No major incident happened, but minor scratches are inevitable. I even ran into a fruit stand a few days ago."

Han Zhumo took a moment, she is a life-saving person, and she is not willing to take such a risk.

So he quickly asked Mr. Wang to stop, bought bezoar and realgar wine to exorcise evil spirits, smoked them in the car, and pasted a charm on the car door.

Only then did he feel more at ease, and the car drove straight to the city.

When he was about to arrive in the city, the driver mumbled, "The return to the city went smoothly, nothing happened."

During the recent period, every time I go out, I either bump into someone's fruit stand, or rub against someone's old lady, or encounter a big traffic jam unluckily!At any intersection, there must be a red light, and there will never be a green light.

If this continues, the driver feels that he has to resign.

In fact, Mr. Wang also felt that he felt much more at ease with Master Han by his side.

He couldn't help but glanced sideways at Master Han, only to see this girl with handsome eyebrows, sitting there quietly, her slender back slightly straightened, and the white dress made her look more elegant and charming.

Such a girl has inexplicable power to make people feel at ease.

When the car arrived at the cemetery in the suburbs, Han Zhu felt something was wrong as soon as the car stopped.

There are beautiful mountains and clear waters here, with high mountains above the head and water on the feet, and an inch higher is the mountain and an inch lower is the water. It is really a good place where mountains get mountains and water gets water!You must know that the skull of the deceased is on the top of the living mountain (that is, the dragon mentioned by Feng Shui experts), and the feet are standing on the water that stops the breath and gathers wealth.

It was supposed to be an excellent place for a private house, but at this moment, it was shrouded in bad luck. The bad luck rushed out from the cemetery, casting a gray shadow in a radius of more than ten meters.

Han Zhu approached and looked at the soil here carefully, and it was because it had rained and moved the soil.

It's just that if the soil is disturbed, there won't be such a big obstacle, and it won't cause such a big bad luck.

She frowned and thought about it, and after staring at the tomb for a long time, she finally looked at Mr. Wang who was visibly disturbed.

"I can't be sure now, but I suspect that something extremely unlucky has been mixed into your cemetery."

Mr. Wang was surprised when he heard the words: "Then, what should we do?"

"Break the ground, open the grave, and see what's going on." Han Zhu suggested.

Mr. Wang frowned immediately after hearing this.

As the saying goes, it is safe to go to the grave, my father has been dead for more than ten years, and has been sleeping here, why can't I alarm the old man just because I suspect that there is some bad luck in the cemetery?

Seeing this scene, Han Zhu knew that it would not be easy for him to make up his mind, so he didn't force it immediately, but said: "If it doesn't break the ground, I have nothing to help you."

When Mr. Wang saw what Han Zhu said, he panicked, and hurriedly said: "Since the master said so, let's break the ground and have a look."

So Mr. Wang started to do it immediately, invited several nearby farmers over, and bought paper money charms, etc., in case of emergency.

Who knew that just as the preparations were being made here, the paper was burned, and the reason was explained to the deceased father. At this time, Mr. Wang's mother, Mrs. Wang, suddenly rushed over.

She cried out loudly: "You unfilial son, your father has been here for more than ten years, why are you trying to break ground! You are making him feel uneasy living underground!"

The old lady was crying with snot and tears, and Mr. Wang hurried over to help her, trying to comfort her in various ways.

But the old lady became more and more sad when she thought about it: "Now I also have cancer, and I won't live long. Wait, wait until I die, and you can break the ground and bury me too!"

How could Mr. Wang bear these words? He supported his mother in embarrassment, and tried to explain the whole story to her, but the old lady couldn't listen to it, and for a while pointed at Han Zhu and scolded: "Where did the liar come from to instigate others?" Digging graves!"

Mr. Wang looked at Han Zhu in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

Han Zhu looked at the old lady indifferently for a long time, then suddenly said: "Grandma, if you say that I am a liar, then I will say three things. If you are right, please take back your words. If I am not sure , now turn around and leave."

The earth diggers and Mr. Wang's driver were waiting by the side. Hearing this, they couldn't help but look at the clear young girl, thinking how dare she boast about such a Haikou.

The old lady wiped her tears: "It's not that I don't believe it. When I was young, I did a fortune-telling, and I know it's accurate. It's only for those who have the right way. But if you want to dig my family's grave, do you think I can believe you?" ? You are young, what can you do? Anyway, I don’t believe you! Anyway, you asked my son about it, so you naturally know about me.”

Han Zhu smiled lightly: "Grandma, Mr. Wang may not know the three things I said."

Mr. Wang was slightly surprised when he heard this, and hurriedly said to the old lady: "It was Master Han who told me that my time was wrong before, but Master Han is very trustworthy."

(End of this chapter)