Section 01, Ye Yi (middle)

In the following period, I worked hard to portray myself as a god, and the effect was quite good, and gradually I became a little famous in the local area. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info and really met my friend Ye Yi, and the first time I really walked into that world was because of that incident.

The specific thing is that a family of four brothers brutally killed six members of the neighbor's family overnight. When he tried to escape, he was caught by the police at the train station. For us ordinary people, this kind of thing is a pastime for talking after tea.

But I don't want to be involved in this matter, and I have a big turn in my fate!

That afternoon, I was dozing off in my office. I was woken up by a knock on the door, and when I looked up, I saw a middle-aged woman about 40 years old, with wide sunglasses on her face and a haughty temperament on her face, and she looked like a rich person. She came in and asked me, "Are you the grave seller here?" ā€

"Oh, it's me."

"Find me a place with good feng shui." She shouted at me rather haughtily.

On weekdays, I stay away from this kind of person, but I can't refuse too much, because these are the God of Wealth. Although not my God of Wealth. But today it is the first time that such a rich person has taken the initiative to come to a small clerk like me. I hurriedly smiled and said that I could take her to see it.

On the way, I asked who was going to be buried.

The woman said it was her four sons. I thought it was a little strange at the time, and I thought to myself, good guy buries four sons in one go? Yaya, so bold.

I took her to the so-called commercial burial area, which is also a good location chosen by the so-called feng shui masters, and the people buried here and their descendants are not rich, but it is still very easy to be safe and prosperous. I saw that she didn't seem to be short of money, so I took her to the most expensive high-end burial area.

The middle-aged woman walked around the empty tomb a few times and asked me, "Can you keep it secret here?" ā€

I asked curiously, "How do you keep it secret?" ā€

The middle-aged woman looked at me and said, "I just don't let anyone know who bought it." ā€

I said, "Yes."

The formalities were carried out quickly, after signing a confidentiality agreement. The speed at which middle-aged women pay money is also unprecedentedly neat, and hundreds of thousands of orders are made at once. I also have some small dividends of my own, so I am naturally very happy with this.

The deceased was buried after buying the cemetery that day, which surprised me at the time concept and efficiency of the other family, and the middle-aged woman did not lie that the four buried in the cemetery were really her sons. And it's 'famous'. Of course, this had nothing to do with me, but I didn't want the middle-aged woman to come again the next evening, and she walked into the office angrily.

She swears 'swearing' when she walks in the door, the kind that's hard to hear. I held back my anger and asked for the truth, and then I realized that her son's grave was actually splashed with dung, no wonder she was so angry, this matter is unbearable for anyone, but I feel that this matter is not my responsibility at all. pointed out that she went to the relevant departments to appeal, but she didn't want the old lady to catch me and say, how can anyone know that her four sons are buried here.

For a while, my head was as big as a fight, and I didn't know how to tell the difference.

As mentioned earlier, in order to buy and sell graves, I prepared a lot of homework and learned some knowledge about cemeteries. At the strong request of the middle-aged woman, I could only accompany her to the tombstones of her sons when the sun was about to set to see what was going on on the ground.

When you get to the cemetery, the reality is much more complicated than you think. The dung was splashed all over the ground, and on the tombstones, on the graves, I vaguely saw that some painted colors were written on the tombstones and marble graves. However, these are not the main ones, the main thing is that I saw that the tombstones of the four brothers were actually moved! Before the burial, it was originally a first-class and neat tombstone, but it was twisted high and low, and the appearance was very weird. Doing this kind of thing is extremely resentful of this family! Not only is it disrespectful to the deceased, but this tomb also has a great impact on future generations. To put it mildly, such a practice not only makes the occupants unhappy, but also makes the descendants of the grave unlucky for eight lifetimes, and may not be able to wash away the bad luck.

Even I don't think it's easy to solve this situation, frowning and trying to find a way to minimize the impact of this matter, otherwise who would dare to come to the cemetery here to buy a cemetery in the future? This whole D city is not just our one cemetery business. Competition is also very stressful.

Just as the sun was about to set over the mountains, a slender figure slowly walked from the other side of the cemetery: "If you don't want to die here at night, leave quickly." ā€

"Who are you?" I asked.

He was a young man, handsome, with a compass in his hand. The hands above were spinning around, his smooth brow furrowed together.

The middle-aged woman seemed to think of something, and shouted at him, "That old thing asked you to come?" I don't care about you! ā€

The kid frowned, and said in a gloomy voice, "I didn't let anyone here, I don't want this place to become a mass burial." ā€

Under such conditions, against the sun, around the grave, in such a language, in such a low and hoarse voice, I said such a frightened sentence, which made me shudder unconsciously.

"Who are you?" I asked again.

The man looked at me and said, "I know that you are Yang Guang, and you have been very famous recently. I'm Ye Yi. ā€

I was stunned, the name Ye Yi was too familiar. There is no one who is mixed in D City and deals with graves all day long who doesn't know Ye Yi. This man is mysterious and has always been a legendary figure. I didn't expect it to be like this.

I asked, "What are you doing here?" ā€

Ye Yi replied: "For them." After speaking, he pointed to the tomb. ā€

I comforted the middle-aged woman around me who was about to go crazy and said to her: "Ye Yi is the most famous feng shui master in D City, and ordinary people can't invite him" (the main reason is that I can't find him). On the one hand, I say this to calm the middle-aged woman and let him know the identity and occupation of the other person. On the other hand, I also want to know what the origin of this so-called Ye Yi is. At this point, I have to suspect that this matter may have something to do with him directly. Or is it a competitive means for other cemetery companies? How could it be so coincidental?

I'm ready to take out my phone and call the police.

Just as my hand was stretched out into my pocket, Ye Yi suddenly spoke, and he said, "Don't think about calling, if I want you to come back to me now." ā€

I was still wondering why the other party said this, but I felt a deep panting sound behind me, and what made me even more creepy was the sound of breathing in my ears. The middle-aged woman next to her didn't scream anymore, her eyes closed and trembled.

Ye Yi yelled at me: "The sun has not dispersed, and it is not yet over!" ā€

As soon as I grabbed the old lady next to me, I ran to Ye Yi's side. the materialism!