The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 471

Pang Dahai didn't take it seriously when he heard that, he blinked his eyes and asked: "Uncle Shi, what you said, isn't this abhorrence technique just to secretly put something in the master's house? It's not difficult to prevent, as long as The master has a good mind, keeps an eye on it and checks more, it should be avoidable, right?"

The third uncle sneered: "It's not difficult to prevent? You said it is simple. There are countless ways in this technique of defeating victory. The few examples I gave are just the most basic ones, and ordinary craftsmen can use them. So what I said These are not even the introductory skills of the art of disgust. A true master of the art of disgust will never let you see any flaws after performing the technique. If you want to die, you must die. Those who die don’t know.”

"That's so powerful? Uncle, is this aversion to victory and our Taoism the same kind of spell?"

The third uncle shook his head: "Of course not. How can the art of disgusting victory be compared with our Taoism. Our Taoism is a clear sword and spear. But the art of disgusting victory has the taste of being behind the scenes."

When the fat man asked this question, the third uncle's answer must be biased towards his own Taoism.

I waved my hand: "You two, now is not the time to discuss who is right. Let's look at the front first. The third uncle mentioned the technique of defeating victory, which means that the things inside the flagpole are related to the technique of defeating victory?"

The third uncle curled his lips: "Whoever wants to discuss who is right with him, the fat man didn't bring it up first. You are right, nephew, I just suspect that someone has used the technique of disgusting victory here. Look inside the flagpole... ..."

As he said that, Uncle San took out the pocket knife he carried with him, and dug a few times into the base of the flagpole.

Pang Dahai and I held up the flashlights and saw a lot of fine debris dug out from the flagpole. The debris was in the shape of scum, yellowish and black in color.

The third uncle picked up a little bit with a knife and sent it directly to my nose: "Nephew, smell it..."

I sniffed hard, and it was good. A pungent smell rushed into the nasal cavity, along the nasal cavity, and took a big breath into the stomach.

The smell was so sour, I was not prepared for it, and I almost couldn't catch my breath after taking this big mouthful.This feeling is a bit similar to eating mustard, except that the taste is sour, not the taste of mustard.But the feeling is almost the same, which makes it difficult to hold on to yourself.I clutched my chest and held it back for a long time, finally couldn't help it, and spit out a big mouthful.

Pang Dahai came over and patted my back, and hurriedly asked, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

I clutched my chest, took a few deep breaths, finally calmed down a little, pointed at my third uncle and shouted: "Li Dagang, are you wicked or not? You know it stinks, but you still let me smell it. nothing."

The third uncle chuckled: "I'm not too sure about this. You are young and have a good nose. The third uncle is old and has rhinitis. I can't smell this."

I waved my hand: "Go away, you have fart rhinitis, you can't smell it, how do you know how to pick up delicious food?"

"You son of a bitch, do you ever say that about your third uncle?"

It's been a long time since third uncle and I have fought each other so unscrupulously, and it's a joy to see the fat man.

I pointed to the debris dug out by my third uncle, and asked, "Sanshu, tell me, what exactly is this thing? How can you tell that you used the technique of disgust?"

Hearing my question, Third Uncle even stretched out his fingers to pinch the crumbs a little.Reach out and show us.

Pang Dahai and I were so scared that we covered our noses and backed away. The third uncle smiled and said, "Don't worry. Unless you put this thing under your nose and smell it hard, it won't smell."

I waved my hand: "Sir, don't do this, just tell me what's going on, and don't use us as test subjects."

The third uncle shook his head: "You are young, and you don't have the spirit of dedication at all. Alas... Although I'm not sure about this thing, it's probably close to ten. It should be a kind of seabird droppings."

"Seabird droppings? What's the name?" It's the first time I've heard my third uncle say such a new thing.

"Seabirds have been wading for a long time, and there is always water vapor on the sea. Seabirds are polluted by water mist all the year round, and their nature is Yin. Seabirds eat fish and insects and produce feces. The feces can be used as medicine, which can clear away heat and detoxify..."

I shook my head: "Guano can detoxify? This is the first time I've heard of it."

The third uncle glared at me: "What are you talking about, there are so many things you haven't heard about. Let me tell you, it's not easy to get guano that can be used as medicine. Because guano must keep itself clean."

I smiled wryly and said, "Third Uncle, can you stop joking? It's feces in itself, and it's still clean. How do you keep it clean?"

Uncle San waved his hand: "That's not what I mean. What I mean is that guano can't land on the ground, and it won't work if it gets contaminated with other impurities."

Fat Dahai interjected, "I understand what Uncle Shi means. Does it mean that bird droppings have to be dropped in the air by birds that are flying in the sea, and that bird droppings are good when they are collected?"

The third uncle nodded: "That's right. You see, fat people have high understanding. That's the thing."

"Third Uncle, don't you just talk about it? Is there anyone who has nothing to do and stays in the sea, holding a basin, waiting for the birds in the sky to shit?"

"Nephew, you are a brainless person. If this thing is easy to get, can it show its preciousness? There will always be boats on the sea, right? When sailing, there will always be bird droppings on the boat? As long as it doesn't contaminate more Impurities are the top grade. If you are lucky enough to get bird droppings on your body or face, it is even more precious. Remember, nephew, next time you travel by boat and bird droppings fall on you, you must remember to give The third uncle brought it back. The third uncle bought it at a high price."

The third uncle's half-joking and half-serious words made me dumbfounded.

But I also know that what the third uncle said about the guano is probably true.

I pointed to the guano in the base of the flagpole and said, "Third Uncle, let's not be poor, let's talk about business. What does it mean to fill it with guano?"

The third uncle kept smiling, and then he said seriously: "I guess it has something to do with the rise and fall of the fertilizer factory. Maybe the closure of the fertilizer factory is directly related to this. The flagpole should have been filled with seabirds beforehand." dung, and then set up the flagpole, no one will find out. The guano is hidden in the flagpole, just like three incense sticks standing in front of the door. In addition, the flagpole and the main entrance of the chemical fertilizer factory behind it face south and face north. In the theory of the five elements and directions, Bingding in the south can make a fire. The fire burns incense, and the original intention is to make this fertilizer factory flourish, but with the addition of guano, the nature is different..."

"That's because someone bribed the craftsman in advance, tampered with the flagpole, and wanted to bring down the fertilizer factory? Who would be so vicious and use such indecent methods?"

The third uncle shook his head: "Now this matter is out of the question. Maybe someone wants to murder the director of this factory. Shooting the first bird, this kind of victory-hating technique, no matter what method is used, the final In the end, there will definitely be someone who will bear it. If there is no special direction, a normal house will fall on the head of the household. If it is a factory, it will naturally fall on the head of the factory manager.”

(End of this chapter)