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Chapter 1 Bloody Bamboo Flowers

My ancestors were famous Feng Shui masters for several generations and were once famous.

Some people may say that since their ancestors were all famous Feng Shui masters, the family must be either rich or noble!

But the fact is just the opposite. The things from my ancestors were broken in the hands of my great-grandfather. Our family is an honest farmer and lives a poor life.

If we were just a little poor, our lives would still be able to survive. But our family was not only poor, but also had a hard time.

When I was six years old, something big happened to my family.

My mother died of jumping into the well.

On the day of the accident, Old Master Liu at the entrance of the village happened to bask in the sun at the gate and witnessed the whole process. He recalled afterwards that day that my mother was very strange, as if she was holding her arms, her hands were spread like an old hen protecting her cubs, and she ran fast without touching the ground. She passed by him in an instant, and then plunged into the old well.

But my mother suffered from polio when she was a child. She usually walked like a stroke. How could she run so fast?

But as long as someone questioned it, Old Master Liu held the cigarette pot bag and blushed and sweared to the sky that if he lies, he would be struck by lightning.

My mother's death became strange because of this.

However, misfortune never came singly. Less than half a year after my mother died, my father got a strange disease and was covered with rotten sores. He disappeared without escaping for two months.

There were a series of accidents at home, and the villagers pointed and said that there was something wrong with the feng shui of our homestead. If luck could be suppressed, it would be a wealthy person. If it could not be suppressed, it would be a family that would be blocked.

Grandpa ignored these rumors, but as they spread too much, people with ulterior motives jumped out.

Zhao Laosan from the east of the village heard that he had been advised by an expert and wanted to buy my old house.

Zhao Laosan has two older brothers, and they are both the bosses in the outside unit. He also pulled him a hand and took up a few dollars in his pocket. He was the only one in the village.

If my grandfather didn't sell it, he would mess with our family ly and secretly in the village.

My grandfather and I were orphans and widowed, and we were forced to compromise.

When handing over the land deed, grandpa almost begged to ask Zhao Laosan not to move the green bamboo at the door.

Zhao Laosan got the land deed and was too happy, so he didn't care about these trivial matters and agreed immediately.

A few months later, a three-story western-style building was built on the foundation of my old house, and the Zhao and Lao San family moved in happily.

However, Zhao Laosan also kept his promise and kept the green bamboo at the door.

Since occupying our homestead, Zhao Laosan's family has really come to work. Originally, he was in his early forties and had no descendants. The second year after moving into a small foreign house, his wife gave birth to a fat son named Zhao Fu.

Zhao Fu has been extremely intelligent since childhood and has become a famous child prodigy from far and wide. He was admitted to the Provincial No. 1 Middle School with the first place in the county in the high school entrance examination.

And this year, I was persuaded to quit because of my poor grades, which became a joke in the village.

All of this seems to verify the rumors that year.

Zhao Fu's admission letter came as soon as he came to Zhao Laosan, who was over fifty years old, beat drums and drums, slaughtering pigs and sheep to entertain the whole village.

Grandpa didn’t go to the banquet, I went there. People were always laughing at it when eating, but it didn’t matter if I could have a good meal.

However, just after half of the banquet, someone suddenly called out at the door.

I went out with the crowd and saw it, and was also surprised.

I saw the green bamboo at the door of Zhao Laosan’s house blooming.

It is unlucky to see the flowers blooming for a hundred years. The color of the flowers is still very strange, blood-red, making people's scalp numb.

What's more, the green bamboos are less than a hundred years old, and they are less than the age of natural death.

For a moment, everyone was talking.

At that time, some people said that bamboos bloomed for no reason, because the earth's energy changed, so they asked Zhao Laosan to find a Feng Shui master to take a look.

Zhao Laosan was about to nod, but Zhao Fu came out of the crowd and said in a good manner that it was not uncommon for bamboo to bloom red flowers. He had read in the book that there was a kind of foreign bamboo that could bloom purple flowers.

When it comes to foreign countries, no one can tell whether it is true or not. A group of old hats were just talking nonsense, but now they all praise Zhao Fu.

Zhao Laosan's originally gray face was now full of smiles, and he happily told everyone that his son knew a lot and would have a great future in the future.

Zhao Fu was smart and was only in his early teens. He was praised for being a little proud and showed off that the bamboo blossomed. As long as he set aside a fire, new bamboo shoots will grow next year.

When he was old, Zhao Laosan loved Zhao Fu to heaven. In order to show his son's extraordinaryness, Zhao Laosan really lit up the green bamboo with a torch.

The fire broke into the fire for half an hour, and the Zhao family was smiling happily as they listened to the sound of firecrackers.

But as soon as the fire was extinguished, no one could laugh.

The fire just now had to be softened even with the steel. As a result, in a pile of ashes, an old bamboo as thick as a wrist stood straight. Not only did there be no trace of overfire, but the bamboo leaves were still as green as new.

Zhao Laosan was shocked on the spot. At this time, someone talked about my family again. The onlookers were afraid of disasters and quietly escaped.

There were a few good people and older people left, and they were helping out with ideas.

After a few minutes, Zhao Laosan, who had come to his senses, showed his blue veins on his face, cursed a few swear words, and took out an axe when he went home, and looked at the alive green bamboo.

As soon as he got down the axe, a stream of scarlet liquid rushed out of the bamboo pole.

"Oh, my real mother! This bamboo is probably a sperm and is bleeding." An elderly old man roared and was scared and paralyzed on the spot.

Zhao Laosan's face became darker. He held an axe and his feet were striking, and he didn't dare to chop them anymore. He was helped back in panic by his family and shivered and said he wanted to find someone to come and see.

When I saw this, I ran home in a hurry. When I entered the door, I happily told my grandfather that the Zhao Lao San family was in trouble.

Grandpa was stunned and asked me what was going on.

I drank a jug of water and told me what happened at the banquet. When my grandfather heard that Zhao Laosan had burned the green bamboo, he was shocked and said, "This Zhao Laosan family is about to be in trouble. I am afraid that our grandfather and grandson will have trouble!"

"Grandpa, the old house has been sold to their family. What does their family's misfortune have to do with us?" I was a little puzzled.

"You don't understand." Grandpa was anxiously paced around the house. That night, grandpa didn't sleep all night, and the next morning I stuffed a rusty compass and asked me to send it to Zhao Laosan quickly, asking him to dig a hole under the bamboo root to bury it.

I wished that the Zhao Laosan family would be unlucky, so I reluctantly took the compass and went out slowly. As a result, before I could reach the Zhao Laosan family, I could hear Zhao Fu's mother's heart-wrenching crying through the wall.

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When he stepped forward, he saw more than a dozen people surrounding Zhao Laosan's house. Zhao Fu's mother sat on the ground, crying so hard that she almost fainted, and was supported by several women. Zhao Laosan was so heartbroken that he sat aside, tears stuttering.

For a moment, I couldn't figure out what was going on, and I didn't look over until I saw someone pointing it.

This look almost scared me to death.

I saw a dead man hanging high on the green bamboo that was safe and sound in the fire yesterday. When the wind blew, the body turned slowly.
Chapter completed!