Chapter 11: Red Paper
The people standing in the hall with their hands hanging down their heads bowed, cold sweat breaking out in their heads. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info Su Xiaoxiao pinched the lid of the cup and gently skimmed the tea foam, unhurried. The people below listened to the sound of the lid rubbing against the rim of the cup, and became more and more nervous.
"Ma'am, I can't help it. After the last few Feng Shui gentlemen who looked for them saw those plots of land, they all died. Who wants to come over to the city now? β
When he said this, he glanced at Su Xiaoxiao secretly, and what he thought in his heart was: "Bah, cheap woman, I think you will die in two days because of these pieces of land!" β
Then, a hand slapped heavily on him, so hard that he bent his knees and knelt down.
"I didn't get things done, and I'm embarrassed to stand and talk?" Chen An shook past him and pulled a chair to sit down. Su Xiaoxiao's hand holding the lid of the teacup stopped, and her gaze swept towards Chen An.
Chen An looked at her and stood up again. He brought the chair to Su Xiaoxiao's side and sat down there.
Su Xiaoxiao smiled with some satisfaction, then put down the teacup lightly, and said softly, "Don't worry." At noon, Lao Sun's family came over and said that they could send someone over. β
She continued: "I don't think we can always stay at home. β
"Yes, yes." The people standing below could only respond submissively. Su Xiaoxiao saw that he couldn't say anything, so he told him to go down. All of a sudden, only she and Chen An were left in the hall. Chen An moved, and when he remembered it, the wrist of his right hand was caught by Su Xiaoxiao.
"Carry me back."
In the afternoon, the person recommended by Lao Sun's family came. Chen Lan was afraid that someone would recognize her identity as a snake demon, so she deliberately used some effort to hide the aura of the snake demon. Despite this, Chen An still felt that he was a little familiar, and the aura on his body was very strange.
Su Xiaoxiao dressed up and walked out of the courtyard. She glanced at Chen Lan's outfit and said, "Changed your clothes." Now everyone is waiting to see our jokes. We're going to take a feng shui gentleman with us like this, I'm afraid that before we come back, there will already be rumors of our death. β
After that, she turned her head to look at the servant standing beside her, and said, "There are guests at home, and the master and I will accompany you around." Someone came to ask, just say to them, got it? β
"Yes, ma'am."
Su Xiaoxiao calmly boarded the carriage. Chen Lan walked to the carriage behind, but was led by Chen An to Su's small carriage. Chen An and Chen Lan sat facing each other, their expressions not stiff, but they were both suspicious and wary in their hearts.
At first the carriage was smooth and steady, but when it got out of the city, it suddenly became bumpy. The tassels hanging in the car swayed from side to side, constantly skimming Chen Lan's face.
"If you don't feel well, sir, take it off. You don't have to be so restrained in front of me and my lord. β
Chen Lan said with a smile: "Mrs. and the master's things, how dare Chen Lan move them casually." β
Su Xiaoxiao sighed: "You can talk." You and Chen An are both surnamed Chen, why is Chen An not as soft as you when he speaks? β
Chen An avoided Su Xiaoxiao's glance intentionally or unintentionally, and stretched out his hand to open the curtain. There are no more people outside, only abandoned patches of land.
"It's a pity that these fields are not planted." Sue's novels.
The man who drove the carriage answered: "If you are not frightened enough, who wants to throw away the land in your hand!" β
The carriage eventually stopped. Chen An got out of the car first, and followed Su Xiaoxiao below. Chen Lan was the last to come down. They trampled on the dirt and walked to the smoking mound. It seems that some people in their own family were afraid of angering the owner of the cemetery, so they secretly came over to worship.
Not far from this mound of graves, there is a small room. The papier-mΓ’chΓ© window had long since been broken, and when I looked in from the lattice, I could see a piece of darkness, and I seemed to be able to see a pair of black and white eyes.
Su Xiaoxiao remembered Zu Xun. There was actually nothing in the tomb, it was built by the Wu family in order to make the appearance of the ancestral tomb. If there is a real tomb - and there is, this is the room.
"This is the smallest one, I listened to them, and on the other piece of land is a very large courtyard." Chen An asked Su Xiaoxiao to follow him, and he walked forward first. Chen Lan was embarrassed to fall behind, and quickened her pace to rush forward, but she walked too fast, and suddenly walked to the door of the house, feeling a chill on her face.
Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but cover her face with her sleeve, as if something would fly out of it.
"Sir, what do you think of the layout of this house?" Chen An asked.
Where does Chen Lan know feng shui. He took two steps back and walked around again, feeling nothing but fear. In the end, he said to Chen An: "Please wait outside for the old lady, I want to go in and have a look." β
Chen An was about to agree, but Su Xiaoxiao shouted, "Don't act rashly. It's not that those Feng Shui gentlemen haven't gone in to see it, and when they came out, they all died worse than the other. We just want to change the feng shui pattern and let that ghost move to live in another place, and he can be so horizontal. Be careful. β
Chen An was a little surprised. When will Su Xiaoxiao still care about people? If this feng shui master dies, it would be good if you didn't invite the feng shui master next time, and invited a more powerful Taoist priest. He only said one sentence: "Don't touch what's inside, it's not as good as the tassels in our car." β
After that, he took Su Xiaoxiao and walked into the distance. After Su Xiaoxiao stood still, the nervousness on his face faded a little, and was replaced by a smile that seemed to have succeeded in his little trick.
"Chen An, you see, am I good to him?"
Chen An did not answer.
"If you don't answer, it means you're jealous, huh?" Su Xiaoxiao, who was only as tall as Chen An's shoulders, tilted his head, trying his best to see the expression on his face. But Chen looked at the room steadily, not moving.
Chen Lan easily pushed open the two pitch-black doors. The door is still pasted with the talisman paper left by the previous feng shui master, like a paper banner at a funeral, which is blown up by the wind. With a creak, the door opened, and the sunlight poured into the room. The first thing Chen Lan saw was the reptile on the wall.
It doesn't seem to be incorrigible, at least the bugs are still alive.
The room was small enough to fit a few beds. Chen Lan judged that this was probably not a house where people lived. The iron pot inside had been thrown to the ground, and there were also reptiles on it. Chen Lan walked over to see what else was near the iron pot, only to hear a gust of wind in his ears, and then, a long knife slashed straight at him.
Chen Lan reacted extremely quickly, dodged sideways and gave the black shadow a kick by the way. This kick is missed, because the other party has no substance. Chen Lan relied on the charm she had learned a few days ago, took out a piece of talisman paper, and hit the black shadow. This black shadow was honest, but Chen Lan knew that the matter was not over yet.
Chen An and Su Xiaoxiao couldn't wait, and they had already run over at this time. After hearing the movement inside, he walked in. Chen Lan breathed a sigh of relief and looked coldly at the male ghost who was hanging in the air at this moment. He also looked at Chen An's reaction, and he knew that Chen An could also see this.
"The house, clean?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.
"If there is a head cut off in your feng shui master, he probably did it. Madam, you are a rich family, do you know about the kidnapping? β
Su Xiaoxiao nodded.
"This house is for the robbers to discuss things. I think this big man was probably killed after the spoils were unevenly divided. β
"Then, didn't the ancestor say that there are female ghosts in it, what about female ghosts?" Su Xiaoxiao said in confusion.
"Let's go to another room." Chen Lan began to advise them to go, but this time she deliberately fell behind. He crouched down and pulled out a piece of red paper from under the iron pot. The paper was by no means a current thing, and the date on it indicated that it had to be at least a few decades old.
"When the banquet is over, I will come to it. Don't disturb your heart, don't seek death. Remember, remember. β
The real ghost in the house is someone else.
Chen Lan narrowed her eyes.