I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 111: All Rivers Return to the Sea
At this moment, he pulled out the iron rod that pierced the corpse little by little. With a "pop" sound, it was pulled out!

call……

There was a strong wind in the forest.

The mass grave is filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

In a luxury house in the New Territories, the shrine used to enshrine the spirit tablets, with a snap, the spirit tablets placed there, cracked from left to right...

The wealthy man who was sitting in the living room and talking to a guest was startled. He stood up and saw that the spirit tablet was cracked. His face changed drastically and he turned to look at the guest: "Sorry, let's stop here for today. I have something to deal with."

People who have achieved a certain level of success are very good at observing people's words and expressions.

The guest naturally guessed what had happened from the cracked spirit tablet and the rich man's changed expression, and said, "Since Mr. Li has something to do, let's visit another day!"

After the guests left...

The wealthy old man called Mr. Li took out his cell phone and dialed a number. When the call was connected, he spoke first without waiting for the other party to speak: "Mr. Liu, the spirit tablet of my ancestors just cracked. Didn't you say that the luck of a grave can at least support three generations of ordinary people? Tell me what happened..."

There was silence on the phone for a while, and then an old voice said, "The plan I set up will not go wrong... Mr. Li, our two families have been cooperating for more than a hundred years, you should trust me unconditionally."

The flesh on Mr. Li's cheeks trembled slightly, and his voice slowed down: "Mr. Liu, you are not only doing these things for my Li family. We help each other and benefit each other. You should understand the principle of lips and teeth being cold..."

Mr. Liu's voice on the phone showed no emotion, and he said, "Mr. Li, you are too polite. Our ancestors already understood this principle. Otherwise, how could there be the current Li family in Hong Kong Island?"

A rustling sound came from the receiver.

It's the tip of the pen moving across the paper.

He went on to say, "After a quick calculation, I found that there was a problem with one of the cemeteries, which caused a gap in the Baichuan Guihai. I will go and take a look at the situation myself."

Li Fuhao hummed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Liu."

The phone hangs up.

In Kowloon, inside the ancient large mansion, the sun is shining brightly outside and the house has good lighting.

But in broad daylight, the gloomy atmosphere in the back room of the mansion was even more uncomfortable than the mass graves on Lotus Mountain. The entire back room was arranged like an ancestral hall. In the middle of the wall, there were rows of several-meter-long wooden shelves, and a large number of spirit tablets were densely arranged on these shelves...

According to tradition.

The tablet in the ancestral hall must be for the elders of the family, from the oldest to the youngest.

But the tablets in the back room have a variety of surnames and residences from all over the country, as if people from all corners of the world have been brought here.

A steel needle was passed through the center of each spirit tablet!
There was a frame in the corner of the room, containing more than twenty old and discarded memorial tablets. There was an x ​​in faded red paint on the name of each tablet...

crunch...

The door opened, and a white-haired old man in a black Tang suit stood at the door. He had a gaunt face, sparse hair, and age spots all over his face. He walked in with a cane, and his eyes slowly swept over the memorial tablets, finally settling on a memorial tablet for "Zhang Xiuren"...

Zhang Xiuren.

The old man fell into memories. It seemed that Zhang Xiuren was one of the last scholars in the late Qing Dynasty. During the war and chaos, he finally came to Hong Kong Island and was buried here after his death.

Although Zhang Xiu'ren was only a scholar, his descendants were destined to have great fortune. Even if they could not become officials, they could still become wealthy men.

The reason why Zhang Xiuren’s body was stolen and included in the Baichuan Guihai Bureau was because of his fate.

What went wrong now?

The old man took Zhang Xiuren's spirit tablet down, and gently bent the steel needle with his thumb and index finger. Snap, the stainless steel needle actually broke... His eyes immediately became gloomy. It was impossible for the steel needle to break any spirit tablet that was still of use. In addition to the problem of the material itself, they were also attached to the effect of the formation.

There was a hint of green in the cracks of Zhang Xiuren's spirit tablet. In this room, there was even moss in the cracks of the tablet!
It’s incredible!
It seems that a master met Zhang Xiu'ren's descendants, figured out his fate and destiny, found his ancestral grave, and pulled out the two-meter-long steel nails from Zhang Xiu'ren's corpse.

The old man's face was as gloomy as water. He walked out step by step, holding Zhang Xiuren's spirit tablet, and came to the west courtyard.

This mansion is not open to the public and does not accept visits from friends.

Everything is for the service of Baichuan Guihai Bureau.

In the west courtyard, there is a blue net hanging above the yard, blocking out the sky, and there is also a layer of plastic film to prevent rain.

There was a three-meter-long table in the yard, with all the necessary props such as writing brush, ink, paper, inkstone, compass and mahogany. The old man put the spirit tablet on the table, picked up a knife, cut his palm, and dripped blood on the tablet, muttering: "The sky is clear and the earth is bright, the three souls gather together, Zhang Xiuren, Zhang Xiuren, my family has an ancestor Zhang Xiuren, his life energy has returned to heaven, he is a noble man, I call you, you come, Zhang Xiuren Zhang Xiuren..."

It is not ancient and half-literary.

Weird accent.

It looks like neither an orthodox Taoist spell nor a shamanic incantation. It's a bit out of place and more like an evil cult.

The moss in the cracks of the spirit tablet soaked with blood was visibly drying up. The old man sneered at this, then took out a rectangular wooden box and took out the scarecrow. He stained his index finger with some of the blood from the spirit tablet and smeared it on the scarecrow's head to draw the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

He brushed his hand across the pen holder, took out the brush, and dipped it in blood.

Holding the pen between his hands, he stood in horse stance, and his voice became sharper: "Zhang Xiuren, soul, come back, get up~"

The scarecrow began to tremble and stood upright!

puff!

The next second, the brush pierced through the scarecrow's chest and nailed it to the table...

The table is made of solid wood and is four centimeters thick. Even if you want to put iron nails in, you need the help of a hammer to hammer them in. But the old man's brush is more powerful than iron nails. The tip of the brush is soft hair that can penetrate the solid wood.

……

On Lotus Mountain.

Chen Qingyuan pulled out the iron rod and was about to disperse the vicious methods in this tomb.

He had figured it out. The iron rod was only one part of the problem. What was even more vicious was that the bones in the coffin were soaked in feces. According to ancient books, feces were filthy things. Not only were they feared by evil spirits, but many Taoist magics would also become ineffective if they were contaminated. Naturally, the bones soaked in feces would also pollute the body and soul. If there was good luck belonging to the bones, it would be blocked by the feces...

There are a lot of corpses of the five poisonous animals in the feces, including poisonous snakes, scorpions, toads, etc.

The five poisons have the intention of devouring each other. Their existence will spread this curse to the descendants of the corpse, and will also seriously affect their luck...

Their destiny is like rootless duckweed, with nowhere to go.

All you need to do is put up a memorial tablet for this tomb without a tombstone, and then all the luck will flow in the direction of the memorial tablet... If you are not careful, you will become someone else's wedding dress...

Chen Qingyuan also roughly guessed why Ah Dong was so unlucky. It was because someone had been targeting his ancestors from a long time ago.

call……

The corpse covered in feces began to tremble, and a larger hole suddenly appeared in its chest, and hot and smelly smoke emanated...

Chen Qingyuan threw the iron rod on the ground and said with a chuckle, "Someone wants to fight me, right?"

(End of this chapter)