The suburbs of Jinmen are in the south, which was originally rural, and in order to accelerate economic development, it was acquired and relocated, and in just three years, it has given it a new look.

It's basically a factory, and you can't see anyone during working hours, and it's pretty clean, but it's a little far from the city center, but Chen Shan is very satisfied with it.

After driving for two hours, the car finally stopped in front of a brick and concrete structure and an old looking house, and got out of the car.

"That's it, but I haven't been here for more than half a year, and the weeds inside are estimated to be half a person high, and the dust has also fallen a layer and needs to be cleaned." Qian Lao said as he opened the door: "This place is relatively remote, and I don't usually see anyone, let alone a car, you see what is missing, I'll send it to you." ”

Chen Shan thanked him, and when the gate was opened, he saw that there were weeds inside, and some snakes, insects, rats and ants were lying on the ground, as if they felt that someone was coming, and they were running in all directions.

Entering the main house, there is a stove near the entrance, which is the kind of old-fashioned stove that burns wood, the door and the window frames around it are all wood, and the glass, on the dining table, and on the stove, have long been covered with dust.

"There are two main houses, a side room, and a firewood room, so you can live anywhere you want." Qian Lao said: "But you need to clean it yourself." ”

Chen Shan smiled and walked around the two main houses.

For him, a man from the countryside, cleaning the room is not a difficult task, on the contrary, he also finds it a lot of fun.

There is a sense of accomplishment.

"Old Qian, then I'll live here for a while." Chen Shan said: "I'm sorry for your trouble." ”

"What's the trouble? Anyway, no one lives in this old house, and if you live in it, you can increase your popularity. Qian Lao smiled, "You can live with peace of mind, treat yourself as your own home, and live as long as you want." ”

Chen Shan nodded, thought of a question, frowned, and said, "I'm leaving, the Ma family can't find me, they will definitely go to you, or you will also move in with me?" ”

Qian Lao waved his hand: "I have also taken this issue into consideration, this place is cold, and my old man's body and bones will not live for a few days, and he will get sick." You don't have to worry, I'll go back and stay with my son for a while, and come back when the limelight passes. ”

Chen Shanxin said that if you want to wait for the limelight to pass, either I am dead or the Ma family is gone.

Although Qian Lao said this, Chen Shan was still a little worried in his heart, but there was no other way, and he didn't say much.

After Qian Lao went back, he cleaned the sanitation of several rooms from beginning to end, humming a little song on his mouth, although tired, but very fulfilling, he was busy until nine o'clock in the evening, looking at the new room, he also had a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

In the afternoon, Qian Lao sent some food and daily necessities, chatted a few words and left, before leaving, he left a new mobile phone number, which was also to prevent the Ma family from locating and having to do it as a last resort.

Chen Shan, who was tired from the day's cleaning, was drowsy, hastily cooked a little food, and after eating, he lay on the kang and fell asleep deeply.

Three days later, Qian Lao called and said that the Ma family had indeed looked for his home, and left when he saw no one, and the Ma family's dispute on the construction site had also been resolved, but there was secret news that the Ma family had failed to negotiate several times and lost some opportunities.

Hearing this, Chen Shan just smiled, the Ma family's feng shui bureau was broken, and he changed places, and he would inevitably find a feng shui master to see, but he knew that the feng shui master of Jinmen was not as good as the master, and in terms of inheritance, he could not compare to him, so it would naturally be like this.

Unless you can invite a feng shui master who really has a complete lineage, but such people have basically heard of the master's name, and although the master is dead, they will not easily offend our lineage.

Another day passed, and it happened to be evening, Chen Shan had nothing to do, built a simple oven with bricks, baked a few skewers, and ate deliciously.

Suddenly!

His ears moved, his hands stopped, and he looked out of the door.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Chen Shan stood up and asked in a deep voice.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There were three more knocks on the door.

Chen Shan had a bad premonition in his heart, but he still walked over, opened the deadbolt, and said in a low voice, "Come in." ”

Chirping......

The piercing sound of the door opening, the door was slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in a coarse linen coat with a pockmarked face stood at the door, carrying a schoolbag and a bell on his chest, smiling.

"Who are you looking for?" Chen Shan asked.

"Looking for you." The middle-aged man spoke, his voice was sharp, like two pieces of iron grinding together, "Master Chen's appearance is one vein, and he has long admired his name. I've come from afar, won't you let me in? ”

Chen Shan smiled: "With a bell hanging on your chest, are you a Huainan feng shui line?" ”

The middle-aged man nodded.

Chen Shan stepped out of the way and let him in.

The middle-aged man was not polite, took a brick and put it under his buttocks, and ate a bite of the skewer.

"The Ma family asked you to come?" Chen Shan sat opposite him, picked up a mutton skewer and took a sip, and said vaguely: "The Ma family asked you to kill me?" ”

"The Ma family paid 30 million to buy your life." The middle-aged man said, "I was short of money, so I came." ”

"You can call me the third uncle, or you can call me the ghost hand Taoist." The middle-aged man took a sip of beer, "Whatever you want to call it, when you get down, you can complain to Lord Yama." ”

"You think you can kill me?" Chen Shan wondered where this person's confidence came from.

"If it were your master, Master Chen was here, I wouldn't be able to kill it, but you, an eighteen-year-old doll, are not my opponent yet." The Ghost Hand Daoist smiled, "Originally, my senior brother came, but you are not qualified to let my senior brother make a move." ”

Chen Shan finished eating all the meat on the skewer, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but his right hand took the skewer and pierced the throat of the ghost hand Taoist.

It's here in the blink of an eye.

"Good kung fu!"

A fine light flashed in the eyes of the ghost hand daoist, he turned sideways slightly, grabbed the stick, clicked, broke the stick, and grabbed Chen Shan's throat with a return hand.

The two exchanged three or five moves, and after a punch, they both retreated.

"Not bad! Not bad! is worthy of being a disciple of Master Chen, a descendant of the same lineage, and this kung fu practiced horizontally cannot be reached even by a martial artist who has practiced for thirty or fifty years. The middle-aged man smiled: "But I just don't know how good your feng shui skills are." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man took out a statue of a golden toad and placed it on the ground.