Chapter 7 The evil cave ghost is rampant (this chapter is free)

There is a wall of low trees in front of the door. They are neatly trimmed and have no personality. There are a few small white flowers interspersed in them. Against the green background, they have a certain charm. Behind the wall of trees is a crescent shape.

In the fountain, the water column shoots up to a height of three to four meters and scatters in the air, reflecting a colorful rainbow in the sun.

The open spaces on the left and right are neat lawns, above which are scattered wooden houses of uniform shapes. A cobblestone path winds from the lawns into the depths of the manor. Entering along the road, you pass through several monotonous courtyards of similar styles.

, then walked around an extremely clumsy corridor, and the small pink building appeared in front of us.

The manor was extremely quiet. As the three of them walked along, they didn't see even half a person. The manor was deserted and deserted, looking empty and cold.

The mountain wall at the rear just blocks most of the sunlight. Except for the open space in front of the gate, the rest of the manor is in thick shadow.

The air is filled with the coldness and dampness accumulated from not seeing sunlight for a long time.

There was a faint mist lingering between the houses in the trees farther away, and the trees and grass were blurred in the thin white mist, and some strange light black shadows seemed to flash through it.

Yong Bowen suddenly felt like he was being spied on, and his whole back felt like he was immersed in ice water. The chill penetrated his chest, and his hands and feet were so cold that they became numb for a while.

Liu Yi's face became a little uncomfortable. When walking, he shook his head like a wave and looked left and right. The more he looked at it, the worse his face became. When he walked to the pink building, his whole face

It was already a little green, and it was so tight that there was no expression at all.

The difference in Feng Shui pattern here is simply unparalleled in the world. If such a project existed, it would be enough to apply for the Guinness World Record.

Losing heirs, ruining wealth, losing lives, being poor, orphans, and widowers, being imprisoned by officials, and being intimidated by soldiers... Everything is complete. No matter what kind of people live in such a place, it would be strange if they don't die clean and destitute.

However, the Fei family is prosperous and wealthy, which is really confusing.

When he saw the pink small building, Liu Yi finally exclaimed "Ah", pointed at the small building with his tongue stupefied and said nonchalantly: "This is, this is an acupuncture point, how could it be possible, how could it be..."

I felt chest tight and short of breath for a while, and couldn't even speak.

If any acupuncture point is manipulated like this in an infrastructure building, the dragon energy will be damaged, no matter how good the layout is, it will no longer exist, and any attempt to bury people in a home will only lead to disaster.

Yong Bowen frowned and felt uneasy for a moment. He felt that everything in this place was weird. Judging from his long-term spiritual sense of magic, it was full of death. It was definitely not a place where living people should stay. If it weren't for it,

In order to save his girlfriend, I'm afraid the first thing he would do is turn around and leave, staying far away from this evil place.

"What's wrong?" Han Ya heard Liu Yi's cry and turned around in confusion, "Mr. Liu, is there any problem?"

"No, no." Liu Yi's face turned pale, and he replied absentmindedly, muttering to himself, his fingers secretly calculating under the cover of the compass.

"This is Tingfeng Building, where Mr. Fei receives distinguished guests." Han Ya turned around, pointed at the small pink building and said, "Let's go, Mr. Fei is waiting for you."

The two people, each feeling uneasy in their hearts, followed Han Ya up the stairs. When they arrived at the door of the building, they saw a plaque hanging above the door, with three large cursive characters "Tingfeng Tower" written on it. The plaque was on a black background and the words were colored

It was bright red, and at first glance, it looked as if it had been made by splashing blood. Yong Bowen couldn't help but shiver when he saw it. He didn't want to stay under the plaque any longer, so he quickly took a step forward and walked into the house.

The living room in the building is very spacious. There is a marble table and stools in the middle, and a complete set of rosewood male seats on the north and south sides. At the back is a huge flower pot with a large flower tree. The red forest behind can be seen through the branches and leaves.

The sunflower-carved open window is inlaid with red, yellow, blue and green glass. The shadows of the trees on the glass are blurry and swaying, as if countless arms are waving. In the middle of the wall facing the front is a tall bookshelf, filled with books of all sizes.

There are many books, but in the middle of the bookshelf are several layers of glass cabinets, which are placed with jade ornaments that can be seen as valuable at a glance. There are stairs on the left and right sides of the bookshelf, which are probably the entrances to the second floor.

The furnishings in the entire living room are full of ancient style. As soon as Yong Bo Wenfang walked in, he felt as if time and space were out of order, as if he had accidentally walked into a certain time and space gate and returned to the past. He thought he had gone to a house where he was filming.

The crew scene of a period film.

"Please sit down, both of you. I'll invite Mr. Fei to come over." Han Ya waved to the two of them coldly and politely, then turned and walked out of the small building.

Liu Yi probably hasn't walked such a long distance since he became famous. There were already beads of sweat on his forehead. As soon as Han Ya left, he couldn't wait to find a chair and sit down. His fat body was so heavy that the chair was under him.

There was a creaking sound. Yong Bowen did not feel tired. He took off the water gun and the big bag on his back and placed them on the chair. He patted the black cat on his shoulder and walked around the living room a few times in boredom before leaving.

Go to the bookshelf and browse at will.

Among the hundreds of books on the shelf, more than half were about Feng Shui, fortune telling, fortune-telling, and evil spirits. It seemed that Fei Mo believed in these things.

Yong Bowen casually picked up a copy of "The Suspicious Dragon Sutra", and before he could open it, he suddenly heard a faint cry from a woman.

"Meow!" The black cat barked sharply, all its fur stood up, and it half-bowed its body, looking ready to go.

The cry disappeared in a flash, and when Yong Bowen put up his headphones to listen carefully and find the source, there was no more sound. He was shocked and confused, and when he turned around, he saw Liu Yi still sitting firmly on the chair.

While playing with his compass, Yong Bowen couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Liu, did you hear a cry just now?"

Liu Yi glanced at him indifferently and sneered: "Crying? Where did the crying come from? You're probably hallucinating. Boy, I told you not to take Mr. Fei's job.

If you don't check how much you weigh, if it delays Mr. Fei's business, be careful not to carry it around while eating!"

Yong Bowen didn't want to talk nonsense to Liu Yi, but he also knew that if he didn't explain clearly today, he would never break up with him, so he could only say patiently: "Mr. Liu, don't get me wrong. Mr. Fei invited me here not to watch.

Feng Shui, I won't steal your business."

"Oh? Then why are you here? Did Mr. Fei specially invite you to dinner?" Liu Yi's face was full of scorn, obviously not believing what he said.

"Mr. Fei said that there are some... uh... unclean things at home... so he asked me to help clean them up." Yong Bowen explained vaguely, "I specialize in catching ghosts and avoiding evil spirits. I don't know anything about Feng Shui.

I don’t understand at all.”

"Oh..." Liu Yi's face softened slightly, "Let me just say, in Chuncheng, who can be better than me in Feng Shui? Mr. Fei can't find anyone else."

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Yong Bowen forced a smile. Just as he was about to say something, the crying started again.

But this time it became much louder, and it was full of sadness and sorrow, which made people feel sour in their hearts and wanted to shed tears.

This crying sound really came from upstairs!

Yong Bowen suddenly turned around and looked at the stairs.

The black cat on the shoulder no longer meowed, but a low purr came from its throat, and its body bowed more and more nervously.

The crying disappeared again.

Yong Bowen looked back at Liu Yi and asked, "Mr. Liu, did you hear that?"

Liu Yi's face turned green and white, and his eyes were full of fear. He reluctantly nodded and said in a harsh voice: "Did you hear those things?"

This cry is erratic, cold and desolate, and it is definitely not a human voice. Even a deaf person can't help but feel scared when he hears it. Although Liu Yi is a Feng Shui master, he knows nothing about catching ghosts, but as a practitioner of magic, he

, but they know more about these things than ordinary people, so their fear is even greater.

"I'm afraid I can't be wrong." Yong Bowen nodded and said somewhat suspiciously, "I didn't expect this ghost to be so ferocious and dare to come out to cause trouble before the sun goes down..." At this point, he suddenly stopped and secretly

I thought: "Isn't the breath-taking ghost on Fei Mo dare to possess people and walk around in broad daylight? This ghost might be just the same as that one, and the whereabouts of Sister Xiaoyun will be here.

." He couldn't help but perked up when he thought of this, and no longer thought about it, he rushed to the front of the package, grabbed a large handful of paper charms and stuffed them into his trouser pocket, then inserted the mahogany sword into his belt. After hesitating for a moment, he put it in his trouser pocket.

The water gun was hung on his back, then he held the Bagua Mirror in his left hand, pinched a protective spell with his right hand, resisted the black cat, and rushed toward the stairs with long strides.

When he ran to the stairs, he suddenly remembered that it would not be good to leave Liu Yi behind like this, so he stopped and said, "Mr. Liu, let's go together."

Liu Yi was shocked when he heard this, and quickly waved his hands with a smile, "Ah? You're welcome, go ahead, I'll watch the door for you here, don't let the ghost escape." He said it, but he was muttering in his heart, "

Isn't there something wrong with this kid? When he hears about ghosts, he gets so excited that he feels like he's taken ecstasy."

"Okay." Yong Bowen was actually afraid that Liu Yi would go with him and ruin things again. When he saw his refusal, he stopped being polite and rushed up the stairs on the left, reaching the second floor in a few steps.

Opposite the stairs on the second floor is a small hall, with a sofa and coffee table on one side, and an ultra-thin large-screen TV hanging on the wall on one side. There are doors on the left and right sides of the sofa, all of which are hidden and swaying silently in the wind.

The TV was actually on, and it was playing a Hong Kong ghost movie from the 1990s. In it, a group of protagonists were being chased by ghosts, all crying and howling. But because the mute effect was on, there was no sound.

Yong Bowen stood at the entrance of the stairs and did not dare to enter rashly. He looked around and found nothing, and then cautiously came to the coffee table.

There were fresh fruits on the coffee table, as well as a tea cup, half filled with tea. There were a few fruit cores thrown in the small trash can beside it, which were still very fresh, as if they had just been eaten. He took a moment.

After pondering, he reached out and touched the cup of tea. The body of the cup was slightly warm to the touch.

Everything in the hall showed that there were people eating snacks and watching TV just now.

But where are people now?

He raised the Bagua mirror, drew a talisman on the mirror with his right hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Chasing evil spirits, ask for help from my magic mirror. It's like gold water. It's bright inside and dark outside. What ghosts can hide, what souls can hide? Urgent

Just like the law." After drinking, he held up the mirror and looked around the hall. At the same time, he looked into the mirror and saw a vague shadow flashing on the left door. He immediately walked to the left door without thinking and opened the door.

And enter.

Behind the door is a bedroom. There are iron bars on the window and light green curtains. The window is half open, and a slightly damp breeze blows in from time to time, causing the curtains to dance endlessly.

There is a black desk in front of the window, with scrolls piled on both sides. A piece of rice paper in the center is stretched out under the paperweight. On the paper is an ink painting of mountains and waterfalls. The ink is not dry, and the tip of the brush on the pen stand is still wet.

Facing the table is a single bed, with a decorative sword hanging on the wall. Under the bed, there is a piano box that looks like a small coffin. The long room only has that small window, plus this place

It was already under the shadow of a cliff, so the whole room was dark and gloomy, filled with a suffocating sense of depression.

There was no one in the room. Yong Bowen took a look in the mirror and found nothing. Just as he was puzzled, he heard the sad cry again, but it came from behind the wall! He used the Bagua mirror to look at it.

He took a photo of the wall, but there was no response. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Then he thought about not seeing another staircase after going upstairs, and then realized that the second floor was divided into two separate parts. It was obvious that he

Went to the wrong building.

"It's really troublesome." He cursed angrily and turned to go downstairs.

Seeing Yong Bowen's post, Liu Yi couldn't wait to ask: "Caught it?"

"We went to the wrong side." Yong Bowen had no time to answer him and hurried up the stairs on the other side.

The moment he climbed onto the second floor, he suddenly had the illusion that he had run back to the second floor on the left.

It’s the same second floor, the same small living room, and the same two double doors. If these are just normal because of the design’s emphasis on contrast, then the same coffee table, sofa, and TV in the living room, and even the same coffee table.

After eating a few fresh fruits and the half-empty cup of lukewarm tea, it was obvious that it could only be described as weird!
To be continued...