As soon as I heard this, I reached out and touched my neck, and I felt a blister the size of my thumb, and when I pressed it, it didn't hurt, like a layer of dead skin.

"Made, what is this!" I frowned, muttered, said hello to Guo Fatzi, asked him to go back to his room to sleep, leave me alone, and go back to his room.

I took out the mirror and looked at my neck, and I saw that the position below the root of the ear was covered with blisters, which were black and numb, which was particularly disgusting, and I was startled, and quickly took off my clothes, and found that my body was also densely covered with blisters, one by one.

Made, how did it become like this, yesterday it was a very small blister, how did it grow so big in a while.

I took out the ointment and wiped it on my body, and the blisters felt crispy and numb, and when I saw the situation, I knew that this was definitely not an ordinary blister, so I used an embroidery needle to puncture a blister, and wanted to see what was inside.

As soon as the blister was punctured, a pungent rancid smell flowed from it, and the liquid was even more disgusting and disgusting, like the sewage of an old ditch.

"My grass, how can I grow such a thing!" I cursed, and punctured a few more blisters in quick succession, and the strong rancid smell almost knocked me out.

I cleaned up the rancid smell on my body, put on my clothes and took a bottle of liquor with me, and went straight to Lao Xiucai's house, vaguely feeling that this thing was not an ordinary blister, and Lao Xiucai should know what was going on.

When I came to Lao Xiucai's house, I was not in the mood to knock on the door, so I raised my foot and kicked the door open and rushed in, and Lao Xiucai was sleeping on the bed.

"Old Xiucai, let's see what this thing is!" I dragged Lao Xiucai up from the bed.

"Jiu Yanzi, what kind of nerves do you kid have, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, why are you running here from the old man?" Lao Xiucai reached out and rubbed his eyes, obviously not waking up.

"What do you see what this is?" I pointed to my neck, "It doesn't hurt or itch, if you puncture it, it will flow black liquid, it smells very bad!" ”

"It's a big night, the old man's eyes are not good and he can't see clearly, I'll talk about it tomorrow." As he spoke, Lao Xiucai was about to lie down on the bed.

"A bottle of liquor!" I took out the bottle of liquor and raised it in front of Lao Xiucai, "Say the reason, this is yours." ”

As soon as he heard the liquor, Lao Xiucai came to his senses, took the liquor, unscrewed the bottle cap and poured some into his mouth, then stared at my neck for a while, and said slowly: "Where are the dead in Li Village, where are they buried?" ”

"You've seen that piece of land, and you're buried there." I'm a little curious, what does this have to do with the blisters on my body?

"Alas!" Lao Xiucai sighed and said: "The land of broken ridges, the heir of the people, you really buried the dead there, and this kind of thing is also retribution." ”

"Where the Broken Ridge is?" I asked curiously.

"Everyone knows that the mountain and the water are a treasure of feng shui, but the question is, what kind of mountain, what kind of water, have you surveyed the soil on the mountain? Checked the water quality of a stream? If there is good water in that place, it will definitely bury people, and the problem is in the water quality, which turns that treasure land into a land of broken ridges, and the wealth is there, but the heirs are gone. Lao Xiucai took a sip of wine, glared at me, and scolded: "What the hell, I really thought that I could read feng shui when I read some feng shui books, and I was so desperate." ”

Hearing this, I was stunned in place, all along, I thought I knew a lot, everything was based on the knowledge in the book, what was said in the book, I did it, and now when Lao Xiucai said this, I knew that I was wrong.

I only cared about looking at the mountain and looking at the anger, completely ignoring some ontological things, and I didn't survey the soil of the mountain and the water quality of the stream, and I thought it was a treasure land based on the mountain situation and anger, and buried the dead there.

Originally, when I came to see Feng Shui, I wondered why Lao Xiu asked me not to cut off other people's incense, as far as the observation at the time was concerned, the Feng Shui did not cut off the image of the heir, but what I didn't expect was that the land of Feng Shui was defeated by the water quality of the stream.

I hurriedly apologized to Lao Xiucai, and promised to bring him a few bottles of good wine tomorrow, Lao Xiucai calmed the anger in his heart, and said angrily: "The old man sees that your kid is too close to Lao Wang's guy, his mind is full of money, full of copper smell, as soon as he thinks of being able to take a big red envelope, he casually says that the land is a treasure, and now he is sick, it is retribution!" ”

As he spoke, the old man poured another sip of wine, and I was stunned when I saw it, this old man is almost a hundred years old, and this 52-degree liquor is still the same as pouring water, and he is not afraid of drinking to death.

"You're right, be sure to pay attention next time!" I saluted Lao Xiucai, and my tone was very sincere, "Take a look at the blisters on my body first, and then go to the master's house early tomorrow morning to discuss the matter of the tomb." ”

Lao Xiucai glanced at me, changed the topic, and asked lightly: "The deceased is the kind of life, have you told outsiders?" ”

I shook my head and said, "No! ”

Lao Xiucai nodded with satisfaction and said: "That kind of life you know I know the heavens and the earth, once you say it to outsiders, you know the consequences, you don't say it to outsiders, there is still room for transfer, you tell me about the survey that day, I'll see if there is a way to break it." ”

Next, I told him exactly what had happened to the tomb that day, even the collapse of the mountain and the cold water of the stream.

Lao Xiucai quietly listened to my speech, glanced at my neck again, stretched out his hand and pinched it, kept shaking his head, and said: "Impossible, the mountain peak collapsed, logically speaking, that feng shui land should become an ordinary land, and it will not bring you bad luck, why did it become like this?" ”

"Is it possible that the cause of the deceased, you say?" As soon as I heard that it was not about feng shui, I was relieved, and asked cautiously beside me, not daring to speak loudly, for fear that this old guy would reprimand me again.

"The reason for the deceased?" Lao Xiucai looked at me suspiciously.

I nodded, and Lao Xiucai asked again, "Did anything happen when I was buried?" ”

"Hmm!" I told the story of Thunderbolt and the scavenger, and after Lao Xiucai heard it, he was silent for a long time, and he didn't speak, seeing that I was in a hurry.

I was about to speak, Lao Xiucai pushed me away, got up from the bed, took a very broken book on the shelf, turned the old man for a long time, and every time he turned the page, Lao Xiucai's face sank.

When Lao Xiucai flipped through the broken book, his eyes were full of panic, his body trembled slightly, and his speech was intermittent, "How... How... How, it will turn out like this! ”

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Lao Xiucai's face was wrong, I felt that this matter must not be simple, and I was a little apprehensive in my heart.

"You're going to die!" Lao Xiucai stared at the blisters on my neck with his eyes and said this.