I, the Judge of the Underworld, Will Determine Life and Death with a Piece of Paper!

　　Tang Jixiong gestured.

　　"I just thought about it. In ancient times, this complaint should be called a report by an official."

　　After saying this, Tang Jixiong glanced at Wang Yifan stealthily.

　　Say it observantly.

　　"If the name is not right, the words are not right. A person who can accept this kind of situation... He must have an official body!"

　　"Master Wang, you... I'm afraid that the Tao will pass through the sky!"

　　There is no shortage of smart people in the world.

　　To be a boss, you really have to have two brushes.

　　Seeing that Tang Jixiong actually saw through his identity.

　　Wang Yifan did not explain.

　　Instead, he asked: "Then why did you come to me?"

　　Seeing that Wang Yifan neither affirmed nor denied, but instead asked himself.

　　Tang Jixiong's heart is a hundred claws scratching his heart.

　　He thought about it all night yesterday, and then he made the reasoning today.

　　Originally, I wanted to deceive Wang Yifan.

　　But I didn't expect that Master Wang would not accept the move at all.

　　He is young, but his concentration is so strong.

　　Tang Jixiong couldn't help but admire him even more.

　　He paused before saying.

　　"Master Wang, as I said earlier, my parents were dual workers in the power plant. They died in an accident and were buried in this Yongan cemetery."

　　"My business has grown in recent years, and my assets have accumulated several hundred million."

　　"I was thinking, should I take my parents back to my hometown and let them enter the Zulin."

　　Seeing that Tang Jixiong said this is actually the case.

　　Wang Yifan nodded involuntarily.

　　No wonder this Tang Jixiong would come to find him.

　　Relocate the grave.

　　Move Feng Shui.

　　Since ancient times, it has been a top priority for the rise and fall of a family!

　　The graves are moved well, the descendants are long, and the fortune is endless.

　　The graves are not moved well, and bad luck will come again and again, I am afraid that there will be no people who will go to the graves in the future!

　　And he just showed a little bit of magic.

　　In Tang Jixiong's eyes, he is a "master" with real skills!

　　Wang Yifan looked back at Tang Jixiong.

　　People who carved monuments can not only look at Feng Shui, but also look at people with vicious eyes.

　　Tang Jixiong has a high nose and a broad face, and his eyes are square. At first glance, he is a gentleman.

　　However, his lips were slightly thin and his ears were facing back, which added a touch of slickness and vanity to his character.

　　In general, his person is not bad, can be counted on the seventh.

　　In fact, most normal people look like this.

　　There are good and bad.

　　On the contrary, it is wicked and evil, and the extreme face of being rich and noble is very rare.

　　Thinking of Tang Jixiong's net worth of several hundred million, he did not move out of the electricity dormitory.

　　On the one hand, this person is nostalgic.

　　On the other hand, wealth and honor do not return home, such as brocade clothing at night.

　　The orphans who ate hundreds of meals in the electricity dormitory in those days have now become billionaires.

　　Tang Jixiong stayed in the power dormitory with a trace of vanity.

　　Want to understand this.

　　Wang Yifan said with a slight smile.

　　"Boss Tang, you said your parents were buried here. Who are their surnames?"

　　Seeing Wang Yifan start to ask about the business.

　　Tang Jixiong hurriedly said, "My mother, Zhuang Hongying, and my father, Tang Anzhi, are here..."

　　Tang Jixiong raised his hand to point to where his parents' tombstones were.

　　But he hadn't raised his hand yet.

　　I saw that Wang Yifan had already walked in that direction.

　　He walked and talked.

　　"I know where they are."

　　"As for whether or not to move the grave, wait for you to talk to your parents."

　　(PS: During the new book period, all kinds of tickets are urgently needed, asking for flowers! Ask for evaluation tickets!).

Chapter 10

　　While walking, Wang Yifan opened his Yin Si register and turned it to the page of Tang Jixiong's parents.

　　Take a closer look at the Yinshou column.

　　The two of them lived forty-two years.

　　Thirty years have passed since his death.

　　Therefore, the ghost still stayed in Yongan Yin's residence for a while, and did not reincarnate.

　　So he said casually: "Wait, you can interview your parents."

　　However, Tang Jixiong was frightened.

　　When I heard Wang Yifan say the first sentence.

　　He thought that 'Master Wang' agreed to his request.

　　But hear the second sentence.

　　He suddenly felt the chills on his back explode!

　　Wait a minute to talk to your parents?

　　I drop a turtle!

　　Tang Jixiong opened his mouth.

　　"Master Wang, my parents have been dead for almost thirty years!"

　　Wang Yifan nodded and kept walking.

　　"After thirty years of death, the soul remains."

　　"Boss Tang, if you don't believe that your parents are alive in heaven, why are you still thinking of moving the grave?"

　　Wang Yifan said it freely.

　　But Tang Jixiong heard it as if struck by lightning.

　　'Yeah, if I didn't believe in the existence of souls in the world, why would I still think about moving the grave! '

　　Thinking of this, Tang Jixiong subconsciously touched the back of his head.

　　"Master Wang, actually moving the graves of my parents is not a whim, there is a reason for this!"

　　"In the last month... I have had three dreams."

　　Tang Jixiong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said almost frightened.

　　"I... I just dreamed that my parents were squatting on the bed of my old house and crying, saying that the roof was leaking all the time, and they didn't even have a place to stay!"

　　Having said that, Tang Jixiong's subconscious Chao Wang Yifan leaned on him.

　　"I haven't dreamed of my parents for more than ten years, and I have dreamed this dream three times!"

　　"The home they say is not the grave we say!"

　　"I just wondered if my parents thought the grave was bad... that's why I thought about moving the grave."

　　Hearing this, Wang Yifan, who had been leading the way, suddenly paused.

　　He turned his head and looked at Tang Jixiong thoughtfully.

　　"Boss Tang, you mean that your parents gave you a dream at night!"

　　"And three times?"

　　Hear the word "to dream".

　　Tang Jixiong's eyes lit up.

　　"That's right! It's just a dream. You said they gave me a dream. What does this mean?"

　　Tang Jixiong was not a superstitious person at first, but he dreamed of his deceased parents three times in a row.

　　And it's the same dream.

　　This made him have to pay attention!