Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

Even after thirty years, the body had not decomposed, and the condition of the body before death was clearly visible.

The corpse's eyes were wide open, not because it died with its eyes open in dismay, but because nails had firmly pinned its eyelids to its eye sockets to ensure that the corpse's eyes remained open.

The area around the nose was dark, revealing two pitch-black holes.

Her nose was cut in half.

The mouth was sewn shut, with very dense and messy stitches. Judging from the torn lips, it must have been sewn shut while the person was still alive.

The face was also incomplete, with many scratches on it, looking like it had been scratched hard with a hard object.

Looking at the corpse, Fatty Lin remained silent for a long time before continuing to slide the plastic sheet downwards.

The upper body of the corpse was largely intact, but many purplish-black bruises could be seen.

With his hands pressed tightly against his ribs, Fatty Lin examined them and found nails on the backs of his hands.

Her hand was nailed to her waist and ribs, and a copper coin for warding off evil was branded into her wrist.

Yes, it was branded in.

The charred skin and flesh say it all.

There are arrangements in their hands, and also on their feet.

A soul-locking chain was pierced through her foot.

After the plastic sheeting was completely removed, more details of the body were revealed.

The body was covered in wounds, especially on its back, which was covered with a dense array of triangular gashes. I was very familiar with this type of gashe.

This kind of wound can be caused by poking with the tip of an awl or screwdriver.

"Damn, that's too brutal! They're even more ruthless than the mafia!"

Silly Chun blurted out a curse, breaking the silence.

Upon hearing this, the paper figure let out a whoosh and slowly turned its faceless head to look at him.

Sha Chun was stunned for a moment.

"I've changed my mind!"

Fatty Lin hadn't said a word since he saw the corpse, only silently examining the wounds on its body. Now he finally spoke.

Upon hearing this, the paper figure turned its head to look at Fatty Lin again.

"Revenge is all about an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. You're in such a miserable state, simple revenge won't work!" Fatty Lin said, looking at the paper figure.

The paper figure didn't say anything, it just stared at Fatty Lin.

"I'll tell you the specifics when we get back!" Fatty Lin said.

After saying that, he looked at Sha Chun and Scarface and said, "We're leaving. You two stay here to clean up the scene and find someone to restore this place to its original state!"

"Don't worry, Brother Lin, with us here, there definitely won't be any problems!" Scarface quickly chimed in.

"Let's go!"

Fatty Lin picked up the body horizontally and nodded to me and Long Nier.

"Um!"

Long Nier and I didn't say anything, and left with Fatty Lin, carrying the paper figure.

Back at the shop, Fatty Lin placed the corpse on the treatment bed, removed the nails from its eyes, cut the stitches from its mouth, corrected and smoothed its nose, removed the nails and the evil-repelling copper coins from its hands, dug out the soul-locking chains from its feet, and smoothed out the triangular cone-shaped holes on its back one by one.

Having done this, he took the paper figure, placed it beside the corpse, and whispered, "Go!"

The paper figure and Fatty Lin stared at each other for a long time, then turned around and pounced on the corpse. The corpse trembled, let out a low groan, and sat up.

"Sister Yuehong, I have a new revenge plan. Would you like to hear it?"

Looking at the corpse that had sat up, Fatty Lin said in a deep voice.

"think!"

Shen Yuehong's lips moved slightly, and she uttered a single word.

His voice was hoarse and trembled slightly.

After uttering this word, Shen Yuehong seemed somewhat incredulous; it was the first word she had spoken in thirty years.

"You were buried underground, your eyes were pricked with nails, your mouth was sewn shut with hemp thread, and your soul was suppressed with copper coins. You know how much you've suffered these past thirty years. Don't you want to repay Luo Yufu for what you've been through?"

"I'm fat," Lin said slowly.

"think!"

Shen Yuehong uttered another word, her bloodshot eyes filled with a thirst for revenge.

"I have a secret technique here that reverses Yin and Yang and locks the soul and body together!" Fatty Lin said slowly.

"Yin and Yang reversed, soul and body interlocked!"

I muttered to myself, then a thought struck me, and I asked, "Fatty, what are you planning to do? Don't do anything reckless!"

"I didn't do anything reckless!"

Fatty Lin didn't even look at me, but stared at Shen Yuehong's bloodshot eyes and said, "My meaning is simple: use a secret technique to swap your soul with Luo Yufu's, let Luo Yufu experience the loneliness and pain of being imprisoned, and let her watch you use her body and enjoy her life!"

At this point, Fatty Lin paused and asked, "What do you think?"

"good!"

Shen Yuehong's body trembled, and she uttered another word.

"Then it's settled!" Fatty Lin nodded.

"Fatty, don't do anything reckless. If you don't believe me, ask the patriarch before you decide whether you want to do it!" I said.

This kind of secret technique is no different from possession.

Sending Shen Yuehong to Luo Yufu and letting Shen Yuehong take revenge herself, whether she kills Luo Yufu or tortures her every day, it has little to do with us, and we can't bear much of the consequences.

If Fatty Lin were to use magic to help Shen Yuehong and Luo Yufu swap souls, that would be a different matter.

If anything goes wrong, Fatty Lin will have to bear the consequences.

"Madman, what our lineage seeks is a clear conscience. As long as I can bear the consequences myself, our ancestor will not disagree!" Fatty Lin said.

"Let me ask!" I said.

I'm still worried.

"Okay, I'll ask then!"

"I can't help it," said Fatty Lin helplessly.

After saying that, he said to Shen Yuehong, "Wait for me a moment, I'll go ask the patriarch!"

"I'm waiting for you!"

Shen Yuehong managed to utter three words.

You can tell she's still not quite used to her body.

Upon arriving at the ancestral hall, Fatty Lin offered incense, explained the reason, and then cast a divination using a cow horn.

A minute later, Fatty Lin looked at me and said, "See? I told you the patriarch wouldn't object, right?"

"Why!"

What could I say? I just sighed and said, "My goodness, you guys spoil Fatty way too much!"

"You're crazy! I know you're doing this for my own good, worried that Shen Yuehong might one day use Luo Yufu's body to do whatever she wants and implicate me. I understand all of that!"

Fatty Lin patted my shoulder, put his arm around my neck, and said, "If that day ever comes, I'll personally clean house. I'll dig the landmines I planted myself!"

"Get lost! You always say that, but what happens? Every time you come back injured, I'm the one cleaning up your mess!" I said irritably.

"Aren't we brothers? Who else would I turn to if not you?" Fatty Lin rolled his eyes and said matter-of-factly.

"Fine, fine, I must have owed you something in my past life!" I nudged him with my elbow.

After leaving the ancestral hall and entering the treatment room, Fatty Lin said to Shen Yuehong, "No problem, the Ancestral Master has agreed. Let me explain the ins and outs of this secret technique to you!"

"My secret technique uses resentment as a catalyst, bloodlust as a medium, and old objects as a lock..."