Chapter Ninety-Seven: Feng Shui

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Those strange women always threw flattering eyes at me, anyway, this building looks so unpleasant, so I demolished the building to scare them by the way.

Listening to Huang Mang's words, those who knelt on the ground were dumbfounded.

Wang Xuan said: "It is because we refuse to answer where your bitter master has gone, that you raised your sword to drive us away?" And then, and then demolished the building? ā€

Huang Mang nodded and said, "Well, I just want to ask why Ku Ye is not in this small building, and why has this small building changed from a teahouse to a flower building?"

If you know the origin of this, tell me the truth. ā€

Wang Xuan timidly glanced at the emperor, and asked hesitantly: "Are you a friend of the bitter master?" ā€

Seeing Huang Mang nodding, Wang Xuan's expression immediately became more nervous and scared, and he resignedly: "Bitter master, bitter master is dead!" If you want to catch up with him, I'm afraid you won't be able to. ā€

Huang Mang's hand slowly clenched, his beautiful eyes narrowed into a thin line, and a cold light burst out from his eyes, Wang Yu was so frightened that he knelt down, his body trembling like chaff.

"How did he die?!"

"Sick, sick and dead."

"Nonsense!" Huang Mang sneered: "The bitter master is only in his forties, his body has always been healthy, and he often jumps up and down for several hours when he tells stories.

I'll give you one last chance, and you think about it carefully, how did the bitter master die? ā€

Wang Xuan looked at the crowd behind him in embarrassment, and those who were shivering in the cold wind said: "Tell him, if you don't tell the truth, he will be angry for a while, and what should we do if you cut me directly?" ā€

"But if I tell the truth, the prefect won't be able to pay the errand..."

"Alas, if you don't say it now, you must die now; We promise not to spread it, the prefect doesn't know about this matter at all, where will he punish you?

Wang Xuan, you can just say it.

Your home is adjacent to this teahouse, and no one knows what happened that night!

We just heard that there was a murder in the teahouse, and then the teahouse was sealed, and within half a month, the teahouse was repainted and turned into a flower house..."

Su Qianruo had already heard that something was wrong from these few sentences.

Ku Ye's death must have been unusual.

Huang Mang's face became colder and colder, and the green tendons on his forehead also trembled faintly, as if he had endured it to the extreme, if Wang Xuan didn't open his mouth again, once Huang Mang couldn't help but release the momentum of his body, he could directly press these people into meat paste.

"Tell us everything you know! How did Ku Ye die? What does this have to do with the prefect? ā€

"Didn't the prefect be frightened by the monster six years ago, it seems that he was frightened, and he hid at home all day and didn't dare to go to the yamen office, a year ago, I don't know where he came from to find a master who can spell, this master not only knows spells, but also can read feng shui.

He told the prefect that this small building and the prefect's house were in charge, and there was something wrong, so Yecheng attracted monsters, and it was almost washed away by the water.

The prefect asked him how to resolve it, and he told the prefect that he wanted to demolish this teahouse and turn it into a flower building in order to resolve those evils.

The prefect trusted that master very much, and sent Qin Feng to demolish the teahouse that day, and the bitter master said that this was his ancestral house, and he couldn't demolish the flower building anyway!

At that time, the teahouse was surrounded by the government corps, and we didn't know what was going on, only to hear the crackling inside, as if there was a fight.

No one expected that Ku Ye was doing storytelling for a living, but he also had kung fu, and Qin Feng was directly beaten and thrown out of the building with a blue nose and swollen face.

After the soldiers withdrew, Ku Ye stood in front of the window on the second floor and didn't move, standing from noon to dusk, I heard him sigh all the time, and he kept saying that he couldn't wait, and he was going to miss the appointment... Doom or something.

Then, that night, a man covered in a black robe with Qin Feng and two hundred elite soldiers surrounded the teahouse, and the sound of archery rang all night...

I peeked over the wall and saw that they had thrown a hedgehog-like corpse into the well in the courtyard, and the black-robed man had drawn some strange patterns on the stone that sealed the well.

Then, the next day, the yamen posted a notice, saying that the bitter master had committed a murder and escaped from the city, and the prefect had seized the teahouse according to the law..."

What Wang Xuan said, even the people of Yecheng heard it for the first time. They always thought that the bitter master really killed the government soldiers and absconded, so the prefect sealed the teahouse.

Then after the prefect converted the teahouse into a flower building, he issued a gag order to everyone in the city to stop talking about the matter, and if he heard rumors about it, he would directly send that person to prison.

Now I know that the bitter master was wronged, he had already been killed by the prefect, and his body was abandoned in a deep well, and he was also charged.

"No wonder I once got drunk and broke into the backyard, and I was immediately bombarded by someone, saying that it was haunted, and I remember that there was a stone in the yard with flowers painted on it, and there seemed to be a well under the stone.

The body of the bitter master must have been thrown there, right? A man with bare arms in his outer robe suddenly realized.

"Take me to that well!" Huang Mang said coldly.

The shirtless man immediately stood up, looked back into the ruins, and then pointed to a place in the northeast corner and said, "It seems to be there, but now that the house has collapsed, the well should be crushed underneath." ā€

Huang Mang raised his hand, a palm smashed out, the heaven and earth suddenly fierce wind, the wind swept those broken eaves beams blue brick and wood windows carved doors, instantly disappeared in the endless street market, the northeast corner was directly emptied, revealing a piece of about two rooms wide ground, a piece of bluestone painted with red patterns stood in the open space, very conspicuous.

"Mosang, there's something strange about that stone. You swept away all the bricks and stones of the walls, but this stone could not be heavier than the residue of a small courtyard, and why did it still press against the edge of the well? ā€

"Well, there are carvings around the well! That's why the stone doesn't move! Asanoruo, do you know what kind of array this is? ā€

Su Qianruo looked at the red lines carefully, and then found that those red lines were floating, and after looking at them for a long time, there would be a faint feeling that they were alive.

Huang Mang slowly cut through the array, and in an instant, an incomparably strong smell of blood rushed out.

The lines on the stone suddenly came to life, slowly peeling off from the stone, and slowly standing up like a human figure. (To be continued.) )