Finally, at the end of the stairs, a curse came to my ears before I could see what was in front of me.

Little Bunny! Every day you know to care about me!

This scolding is very familiar, it seems to be An Xianteng!

I turned around and tried to ask the beautiful woman in the cheongsam, but there was no one behind me, not even the steps I came down from. When I turned my head again, the qiē in front of me became familiar again, the old house in the forest was in front of me, there were still leaves on the trees around me, and the weather was very good, and there was sunshine.

Is this hell?

I think this should be heaven.

You! What do you do? An old man on crutches suddenly came out of the door of the old house and pointed at me with his chin and asked. He arched his back exaggeratedly, as if trying to make a full stop.

Are you An Xianteng? I asked rhetorically.

I am, who are you? Do I know you? The old man asked with a frown and a pout.

I am your son's friend.

Which son? I have four sons!

Andongchen. I say.

X He O! Then the little XX cub will go home to hook up with some fox friends and dogs! The old man cursed and muttered, then turned and went into the house.

I don't know the current situation at all, so I can only chase An Xianteng into the house, and then take a step at a time.

This time the ancient house is completely different, the windows are open, the light is enough, and there is a huge birthday word hanging on the wall facing the gate, it is estimated that this is the old man's birthday. There were a lot of people walking back and forth in the hall at the entrance, and at first glance there was the momentum of a large family, but none of these people came to take care of me.

At this time, the cheongsam beauty appeared again, and she beckoned to me on the half-staircase and motioned for me to pass. I hurried to follow her, and then went all the way up to the second floor, to the room with the carved mahogany door. She pushed open the door, and there were many people in the room, including Ahn Hsien Teng, who was working towards the full stop.

But this is not a place for Guanyin and ancestors, but a dining room, where the Lao An family gathers to eat.

Ahn Hsien Teng sat in the front seat grinning happily as his sons joined in to wish him a happy birthday. The cheongsam woman walked behind An Xianteng, and then stood there looking at Old Man An intently.

After the celebration, Ahn wanted to eat the cake, but as soon as he picked up a piece of cake with his chopsticks, one of his sons snatched the cake in one handful.

Dad, eat less sweet.

An Xianteng put down the cake and went to eat the fat slices again, but only ate two slices, and the other son stopped him and said: Dad, don't eat the fat meat.

An Xianteng wanted to take a few sips of wine, but several other children persuaded him not to drink and to take care of his body.

The old man suddenly stretched his face, and lifted the table with his hand, and everyone looked at each other, and the old man stood up with his crutches, and walked away angrily while scolding.

This scene is somewhat familiar, in the years when my father was about to die, my aunt and my father would control his diet, not let him eat too much greasy things, and not let him drink. However, my grandfather's temper is much better than that of this old man, he doesn't care if he can eat more meat and drink more wine, he cares more about having his family by his side during the last time.

The cheongsam beauty walked out with An Xianteng and beckoned me to follow.

I followed her to the backyard and into the second floor. It was where An Xianteng lived, and the old man sat alone in the bedroom, silently looking at something. I walked over and took a look, it was a medical certificate, the handwriting on it was very sloppy, but I could still see the word cancer very clearly.

Suddenly, Ahn Hyunteng fell off the edge of the bed with a bang, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

The sound of him falling alarmed the nanny outside, and when the little nanny came in and saw that the old man had fallen, she hurriedly went out to call someone. After a while, the old man's sons and daughters-in-law came running over, and everyone carried the old man back to the bed. After a little more waiting, the ambulance arrived.

The old man was carried into the ambulance, and I followed the old man's sons into the car.

Although there was blood on the nose and mouth, the old man still did not calm down, he lay there and kept scolding: You bunnies who have lost their conscience, a bunch of unfilial sons! I raised you, provided for your schooling, gave you money to do business, and now I want something to eat and you won't give it! Are you still human? Yes? Is it human?

The sons who were guarding An Xianteng's side looked aggrieved, but no one argued anything with the old man.

The car soon arrived at the hospital, and the old man was sent to the emergency room, which seemed so real, that I almost forgot that I had just descended hundreds of steps before, and that I was under the underworld of the netherworld.

After waiting for a while, the doctor came out and told his sons that the old man was already terminally ill with cancer and could live for a week at most, and there was no point in treatment.

The cheongsam woman appeared again at this time, she took me to walk in the hospital, and when I came to a ward, An Xianteng lying inside was already thin, and the skin on his face and body was as yellow as wax!

A bunch of brutes with lost conscience! I'm all urinating, I'm bleeding, and you won't treat me! The old man sat on the bed and continued to curse, but his voice was so weak that he could barely hear it.

The cheongsam woman looked at An Xianteng with sadness, and I didn't know what to feel at all.

The old man scolded and scolded there, and then gradually lost his voice, and finally he was crooked at the head of the bed, glaring at the door with two eyes. Before he died, the old man's heart was full of resentment.

I exited the room and closed the door gently. Suddenly it darkened, and as my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I realized that I was back in the courtyard of the old mansion, surrounded not by the bright mansion, but by the man-eating mansion with gloomy walls and impermeable walls.

The cheongsam girl didn't show up again, and I didn't wait for her. I went straight back to the small building in the backyard and pushed the door open and went inside.

The old butler and Antonchen were there, and they looked at me expectantly.

All the old man's children are trapped in this house? I asked.

An Dongchen nodded, they were all in this room.

If you talk to them, can they hear me?

It should be possible, right? An Dongchen asked the woman next to him, and the woman immediately nodded at him.

Let me ask you one thing, before Old Man An died, did any of you say something like I love you? I asked.

An Dongchen frowned suddenly, then pouted and shook his head, as if this expression was already a unique sign of their family.

And what about after his death? What is the funeral like? I continued to ask.

The funeral was done in a hurry because there was some accident. An Dongchen stammered and replied: My father, he died of liver cancer. Originally, the doctor had come to confirm that the man was dead, but he suddenly sat up again, vomited a mouthful of blood, and then lay down completely. My eldest brother and my younger brother were on the side, and all the blood was spit on their faces, and they fainted and woke up after three days. Our wife was so frightened that she buried him in a hurry and didn't say much.

Burned paper for him?

It was burned, we burned it before the house became like this, but Antonchen raised his hand to the meat chrysalis on the wall around him with a bitter face, he wanted meat, he wanted to eat meat, he never thought about us from beginning to end, he only cared about himself.

Well, I've pretty much got it all. I nodded at Antonchen, and then exited the small building and walked outside.

An Dongchen was still nested in the house, only the white-haired old housekeeper chased him out, he called me and asked: Do you have a way? What to do?

As I walked, I said: There is no way, but the question now is how to appease the old man first. Your house is built to the west of the Yin and Yang Realm, I can't do anything here, I have to go to the forest to see, do you have a lamp here? A little brighter searchlight.

Yes, some of them, they just don't work in this room. The housekeeper said.

I know this, so take the lamp and look for me at the door. This house is in conflict with me, and I will wait for you outside. With that, I quickened my pace and walked out.

After a while, the old butler came out with a searchlight, and several band-aids were plastered on his face. I turned on the switch, and walked out in the dark until the searchlight suddenly came on.

I hung the light-up searchlight on the branch of the tree and let it provide me with the necessary light, and then I started experimenting little by little with my phone. The place that can't be turned on is the west of the yin and yang realm, and the place where it can be turned on is the east, although this method is a bit stupid, but as long as there is enough time, I can accurately draw a yin and yang world.

It took me a full hour to finally mark a line in the woods that perfectly separated the old house from the avenue outside the forest.

Retreating to the east of the Yin and Yang Realm, I carefully observed the movements of the Yin Qi in the woods, and although those Yin Qi were extremely weak, I could still catch the subtle flow of these Yin Qi in the presence of a searchlight. I found that almost all of the yin qi was wandering around this yin and yang realm, and it was thick and faint, as if something was gathering these yin qi together every once in a while.

I walked along the Yin and Yang Realm towards the north first, also paying attention to the magnetic needle of the compass in my hand. After only a few minutes of walking, the magnetic needle began to sway frequently, and further on, the magnetic needle began to spin in a frantic circle.

The magnetic needle is not stopped, and the owner of the house dies quickly! Evil spirits wander and hang white every day!

In terms of feng shui, this place is the most vicious place, and the people who live here will continue to have accidents until the whole family is dead. It is impossible for the prince's ancestral house to be so unparticular about feng shui, so someone must have done something to this place.

The old butler followed me, and I told him that I needed to dig up the ground within a radius of two or three meters to see if there was anything buried underneath. The old man immediately returned to the house and fetched a shovel, and then we dug together. Not long after, we dug up a corpse, the bones of a baby, bare bones without a single bit of flesh.

The old man looked at the skeleton in amazement, and then asked me: What is this?

If my estimate is correct, this should be the corpse of a baby girl, and someone used the corpse of a baby to draw a yin and yang here, in order to curse the people who live here. Looking at the color of this bone, it is estimated that this thing has been buried here for 4 or 50 years. I analyzed.