The room was still very air-conditioned, eerie and deserted.

But Li Xiaoting just likes this kind of environment, cold and cold, about the same body temperature as her.

Yi Botian found someone to come over and clean it up, and all the things that Wu Dong used before his death were moved to a far away place and burned.

The house was empty, Li Xiaoting looked around, the corners of her mouth curled, after the Spring Festival, she redecorated this place, and then took Li Huiting and Li Zhoumu to come and live.

After visiting the house for a while, Li Xiaoting came out.

She locked the door, and when she went out of the yard, she saw a very old man, hunched over and standing in the doorway with a cane.

Li Xiaoting looked at the old man suspiciously, and there was a black gas lingering on the old man's seal hall.

Li Xiaoting stopped, looked at the old man whose spirit was about to wither, and asked, "You...... Looking for me? ”

"I have been friends with Wu Dong for decades." The old man pointed to a small bungalow not far in front of him and said, "I live at home." ”

The old man's voice was as muddy as his eyes.

Li Xiaoting's eyes fell on the old man's Yin Hall, and the old man only had three days to live at most.

"What do you need me to do?" Li Xiaoting asked.

"I dreamed of Wu Dong last night, and I dreamed that he was reunited with a family of three below......"

The old man looked at Li Xiaoting and asked cautiously: "When I was about to wake up, Wu Dong asked me to find you, and he said that you can help my family reunite, right?" ”

"What do you need me to do with you?"

"Can you come to my house?"

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The bungalow where the old man lived was very dilapidated, full of cobwebs, and the interior was damp.

There was also a peculiar smell that spread through the air.

The old man came out of the house, holding a clean but faded men's tunic in his hand.

"People who went to fight (wars) have all come back, and those who haven't come back have all heard from them, but my son has not heard from me, and I don't know whether he is dead or alive for decades." The old man looked at Li Xiaoting, his eyes were full of sadness: "This is the new clothes he bought for me two days before he went to war, I have been reluctant to wear them, I still think, when he comes back, I will wear them to him, but I know that my life is short, can you help me keep it, and after he comes back, help me hand it over to him?"

Li Xiaoting looked at the old man suspiciously, he came to her just to let her keep this dress?

"I'm dying, when I'm dead, can you help me find a good place to bury? I heard that a good feng shui treasure land can make future generations safe and healthy. ”

Li Xiaoting took the clothes and looked at the old man's eyes: "Okay!" ”

"When I die, please burn my body to ashes."

“……”

"This is the hexagram fee I gave you." The old man took out two pieces of ten yuan and a small gold piece from his pocket, and Xiao Jin engraved Ding Chengfei's three words: "This is the talisman I brought when I was a child, and it is made of pure gold......

"Grandpa Ding, the hexagram fee is ten yuan. This little gold piece, when the time comes, I will hand it over to your son along with this dress. "Although Li Xiaoting is a money fan, she is not a greedy person.

She never does empty hexagrams, which means catching ghosts, reading feng shui, and fortune-telling for you for free.

When Master Ding heard this, his cloudy eyes flickered.

He looked at Li Xiaoting and asked, "May I ask the master, is my son still alive?" ”

Li Xiaoting looked at Master Ding seriously, although he was old, he would be ordered to do his best, but she could see his fate clearly.

He is the prosperous ancestor of the family, staring at Master Ding seriously, Li Xiaoting has a scene in his mind full of descendants gathering in front of his grave to incense him......