The abnormality of the second attack made me suddenly angry.

The man who had been attached to my back was evacuated, and I no longer had to walk on tiptoe or endure the cold and bitterness of the person.

"It's weird. You can explode into a terrifying murderous aura at a young age, and when you grow up in the future, what will it be?" a white phantus appeared on the stone platform.

The phantom is a thin old lady with her shoulders on her back, like a dead branch curled up, it can barely stand firm thanks to the support of the millstone crossbar.

Her wrists and ankles were also chained.

"Who are you, and why are you hurting me?" I asked in a cold voice, pushing the millstone.

"I didn't want to hurt anyone, I just wanted to be lazy. I've been here for five years and haven't stopped for a moment. The old lady smiled wryly and shook her head.

"And how long are you going to keep me?" I asked.

"You listen to my story, promise me a request, and go. The old lady was weak, as if she was going to fall down in the next second.

"Okay, please. "I had no interest in the old lady's story, I just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

The old lady let out a long sigh and told me about building the Yin Foundation.

Building a yin foundation is a special livestock town house method, is to the death of the old man in the family under the house to bless the blessing of the descendants and extended.

The soul of the town under the house will then become the yin god of the house, and if it cooperates with the Feng Shui Bureau, it will be effective.

She, the old mother of the current owner of the house, was towned here when she was seriously ill and did not die.

If the son is not filial, he will not be filial, and she can tolerate selfishness and viciousness as a mother, but she is too pitiful for her eldest grandson.

She had two grandchildren, the eldest grandson was born to her son and her original wife, and the younger grandson was born to her son who abandoned his chaff wife and married a foxy woman.

She also learned after being suppressed underground that the entire house was pumped into the sea, with the southwest at the Death Gate, the northwest as the door to open the door, and the northeast as the door of life.

Among the eight gates, the opening of the door is the first, which means the opening of the infrastructure industry, and her son who hopes to prosper in the official life is inhabited.

Shengmen means that there are successors to live and reproduce, and it is her little grandson who lives.

This yard is the door of death, and her poor eldest grandson is locked up in this courtyard on weekdays.

In the pumping into the sea bureau, her eldest grandson is the river, and this home is the sea.

Her eldest grandson will not only become stupid if he lives in this hospital for a long time, but he will become more and more stupid, and he will lose his life.

Her eldest grandson was originally smart and smart, but although he was demented, he was always a filial child.

She's now worn out of her mind, and she'll be lost once she leaves the ground.

She is also willing to continue to spend here, at least she will have the opportunity to see her eldest grandson a few more times.

"I want you to help me change this pumping into the sea and save my eldest grandson's life. The old lady said this, her cloudy eyes full of tears.

"Good. But......" I was halfway through my sentence and suddenly returned to the ground.

But I don't have that ability.

That's the full sentence I want to say.

As I returned to the surface, my body was falling into the weeds, the dead old trees in the courtyard were still standing upright, and there was a loud noise in the house like the sound of stones exploding.

When I fell to the ground and sat up from the ground with my chest covered again, he took me to the house and paced out of the house, who was called the master surnamed Gu.

He walked up to me and stared straight at me with his dark eyes, allowing me to slump and vomit blood as I struggled to get up from the ground.

As I stood up, he told me in an emotionless tone that he had ignored the fact that Mopan had been underground for five years, during which time it had absorbed a lot of resentment from north to south, which caused me to be injured.

The resentment that is released as the stone slab is pried open is not of much use to adults, and it will be difficult for me to bear.

He noticed that my soul was hooked into the millstone when I was ejected from the house, and he chose to break the millstone to save me.

As for the soul of the old lady who was towned under the millstone, it has been scattered with it.

Me: "......"

The old lady had been so distracted that I didn't know what to say for a while.

He seemed powerless, and it also shocked me that he could break such a strong grinding disc.

After all, my small body is definitely not as strong as a grinding disc.

He can break the grinding disc, and naturally he can easily break me.

This undoubtedly made it more difficult for me to escape from him.

"The owner of the house invited me because the house has been restless lately, and he wants me to make sure that the ghosts of the town under the mill are still there. At this point, he turned and walked towards the courtyard gate.

I didn't move, and when he reached the gate of the courtyard, he stopped, turned his head and asked me why I hadn't followed.

He turned his head by a tremendous magnitude, turning his head one hundred and eighty degrees.

“...... Can you change the pumping of water into the sea in this house?" I lowered my eyes to my toes, not looking at his mad appearance.

"Yes. So he asked me to go into the house, take out a bronze mirror from my bag, and bury it next to the roots of the dead old trees in the courtyard.

I did as I was told, and then went inside.

Not only have the cabinets been moved back to their original places, everything is exactly the same as when I came in.

When I was burying a bronze mirror next to the root of a tree, he mentioned that the Feng Shui Bureau must score exactly the same score.

Once there is a change, it is a reversal, the evil can become auspicious, and the auspicious can also become fierce.

The bronze mirror is put into the ground, the eight doors are reversed, and the door of death becomes the door of life.

When I buried the bronze mirror, the coldness in the courtyard suddenly dissipated.

Only then did he turn his head back into the right position, and then wait for me to walk to him, and then take me straight out of the house.

As he and I came out of the house again, the men outside the gate eagerly inquired about the result.

"It's still there. His answer made the men breathe a sigh of relief.

Me: "???"

It's still there, but he's blown it up again.

Immediately after someone handed me a bank card with both hands, he didn't let me do it for me this time, and after receiving the bank card, he took me away in a car amid the men's thousands of thanks.

The driver drove us back to the hotel door and left, and he took me back to the hotel room.

Except in the big mansion just now, whether I was out of the hotel or back to the hotel, he made me have to walk in front of him.

This compulsion, this feeling of locking me firmly in his grip for convenience, made me extremely resistant.

It was past two o'clock in the morning, and when we entered the house, he sat back at the coffee table and stared straight at me with his terrible dark eyes.

I went to bed under his watchful eye, and as soon as I lay down, sleepiness hit me.

I quickly fell asleep and had a dream.

In the dream, my mother was wearing a blood-red wedding dress and was buttoned upside down in a red coffin.

Her eyes had been gouged out, and there were only two blood holes left in her sockets.

She kept screaming, scratching desperately at the bottom of the coffin with her nails.

The bottom of the coffin was covered with deep and shallow nail marks, and the fingers of her hands were bloody and blurry.

As I saw her again in my dream, she abruptly stopped screaming, stopped scratching at the bottom of the coffin, and slowly turned her head to face my direction.

I woke up in a dream, covered in cold sweat.

I stared at the ceiling motionless, and after a long time of calming down the excess emotions brought by the dream, I turned my head to look at the coffee table.

At the coffee table, there was no figure of the old man surnamed Gu.

I withdrew my gaze and was about to change my position to continue sleeping, when I suddenly jumped out of bed and sat up.

He's not here?!

If I don't run away now, when will I stay?