Lei Qianjun was silent, secretly thinking that it was difficult to really be able to understand a person's life by looking at his face, which was too evil! If it was before, no matter how appropriate this warlock said, he would not believe it, but now that he has seen all kinds of strangeness that happened to Song Yiran, he can't help but draw a big question mark in his heart.

Seeing that Lei Qianjun didn't speak, his face was still a little gloomy, and he hurriedly changed the topic, "I calculated for the deceased, the best day to start the grave recently is the day after tomorrow, the first earth is moved at five o'clock in the morning, and the burial can be decorated before six o'clock! Prepare a new coffin to move the grave, or cremation, it all depends on the two of them." ”

Song Yiran nodded, "There is labor." ”

Mr. Feng Shui was about to say something to Song Yiran, and when he saw her face, he was suddenly stunned, "Hey, you ......" He is a big man, and there is no reason to stare at other people's little girls, so he has been in contact for a long time, he has always been talking to Lei Qianjun or Chai Xiaofen, and when talking to Song Yiran, try not to look at the other party's face to avoid suspicion.

At this moment, he looked directly at Song Yiran's face and suddenly screamed in surprise.

Lei Qianjun frowned and asked with a little displeasure, "What's wrong?"

"I can't see through, I can't see through it!" Mr. Feng Shui's face changed twice, "Can you ask the girl's birthday?" ”

Song Yiran reported a string of numbers, the original owner was a pig, and his birthday was in September.

Mr. Feng Shui calculated for a long time, and he was so anxious that he was sweating.

Lei Qianjun is really a little angry at this time!

"Sir, you don't have to forget it, originally we asked you to calculate the time of the grave, and now that you have completed the task, we will send it back. ”

Mr. Feng Shui hurriedly waved his hand, "No, no, this is not right!"

This man is a demonic barrier, right?

"Brother Lei, don't be angry, this kind of thing, don't count. Song Yiran knew why Lei Qianjun was uncomfortable, he was really afraid that something would happen to him, after all, there were too many strange things about her!

But Song Yiran herself is not afraid, anyway, no matter how advanced this gentleman's Taoism is, she can't be counted as a member of the crossing army!

Lei Qianjun didn't want to say anything in front of outsiders, but the worry in his eyes was obvious. The abilities and space on Song Yiran's body are all treasures against the sky, and once the wind leaks, the consequences are not something they can bear at all. So when facing this god talking about Mr. Feng Shui, Lei Qianjun was very nervous.

"Take it easy. ”

"Sir, let's go down the mountain!"

The feng shui gentleman answered, and followed the two of them out of the north slope with their heads down, and went down the hill to return to the field compound.

Lei Qianjun drove back to the town, cut a knife and three catties of raw pork according to the rules, and wrapped twenty yuan in red paper!

At the beginning, Chai Xiaofen was talking about ten yuan, but in fact, ten yuan is a lot! But Song Yiran felt that this person had some real ability, so he wrapped twenty yuan.

The two sides also agreed that on the day of the grave, this feng shui gentleman also went with him, and it is said that he can still recite some sutras and mantras, which is also a kind of transcendence for the deceased.

Mr. Feng Shui also instructed them that they must find someone who can bear it to raise the grave, preferably a strong young man, it is better to have a little evil on the body if they are not married.

In the end, the gentleman still couldn't hold back, and found Song Yiran and asked, "Can the girl take a step to speak?" He also saw Lei Qianjun's resistance to him.

Lei Qianjun wanted to stop him, but was pulled aside by Song Yiran, "Brother Lei, it's okay, it's just to listen to him say a few words, and you can't do anything, you can rest assured~"

Lei Qianjun thought about it too, in case the reaction was too big, it would not be good for people to see something! He pulled his hair irritably and stood aside.

Song Yiran asked Mr. Feng Shui with a smile, "Can you say it this time?"

Mr. Feng Shui nodded with a sad face, "I am not good at learning, and I always feel that something is wrong when I look at the girl's face." Your birth date is the life of decay and early death. Perhaps the earth is under the influence of this place of despair, and the old man said that the girl will not live to be fifteen years old. But the girl is now an adult, and her face seems to have been changed, and her eyebrows are precious and natural, and the omen of Wangfu's longevity looks like death has passed. But the world is unpredictable, the girl should be cautious in everything, and accumulate more good fortune!

Song Yiran's heart had already set off a storm, but his face was silent, "Thank you, sir, I have written it down." ”

Mr. Feng Shui waved his hand, "Give you a few words, it's just to clear up the cause and effect between you and me, when you get up the grave, you don't have to come to pick me up, the girl can be there, just make it convenient for yourself." ”

Song Yiran nodded thoughtfully, but Mr. Feng Shui walked slowly towards his yard with his hands behind his back.

What a strange person! But he really has some ability! When the original owner died, he was only fourteen years old, so he could see it accurately! But why did he tell himself this for no reason! Could it be that in the dark, there really must be a person who has leaked some heavenly secrets?

Or is there really some cause and effect between them?

Song Yiran couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't want to.

"Let's go, Brother Lei, go back to the guest house!"

Lei Qianjun turned around and drove Song Yiran back to the guest house.

"What did the god stick tell you?" Lei Qianjun was particularly cautious, and deliberately closed the door, and asked in a low voice about Song Yiran's previous affairs.

"Didn't say anything, why are you so nervous. ”

Lei Qianjun narrowed his eyes, "If you don't tell me the truth, you have something to hide from me." ”

Song Yiran couldn't help laughing, "How could I hear a whining voice like a resentful woman? This must be my delusion." ”

Lei Qianjun was really angry when he saw her so heartless, but he was reluctant to teach her a lesson, so he could only reach out and scratch the itchy flesh on Song Yiran's waist, "I think you have itchy skin." ”

"Okay, okay, I said it, I said it's not okay!" Song Yiran is actually not very afraid of itching, but man, you have to save some face for him.

"That's a magic stick, talking a lot of nonsense, one moment saying that I have a bloody disaster, and the other saying that my grandfather had better not be cremated, anyway, it is a change of way to want money!" Song Yiran was afraid that Lei Qianjun would think too much, so he didn't tell him the truth, "I was angry at the time, isn't this sitting on the ground! I've sent him away, it's just a formality anyway, and I don't believe in that myself. ”

Lei Qianjun breathed a sigh of relief, obviously believing it, "That's good!"

It's not that he's easy to deceive, but this is in line with the image of Mr. Feng Shui!

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