g fingers lingering with an examining touch.Those icy hands lingered repeatedly, the chilling pressure overwhelming me, causing shivers down my spine as I was reminded of the pain and terror from that...The young people were blocked by Xiao Yueluo, their faces flushed red, and they turned their heads away from us in a huff.

Yin Lu saw the wealthy woman reaching out to hit Tang Tang and hurriedly stopped her. Turning to Tang Tang, she said, "It's getting late now. Let's go to your house and take a look. Perhaps it's a feng shui issue. We know some experts here."

Yin Luo quietly mouthed to me.

Tāngtang was very reluctant to go home again. Hearing Yīnluò say this, she reluctantly agreed to take us to her house.

Her current home is in a villa complex developed by her wealthy aunt, a detached bungalow with a small slope leading to the underground garage.

Táng Táng parked the car nearby and then was unwilling to go any closer to the house.

As the sun set, this standalone villa was remarkably quiet. I took a look around and noticed two areas with unfavorable feng shui placements. While they weren't major issues, they likely exacerbated the negative energy of the house.

The rich woman took the young mage directly through the gate to have a look, and I asked Tangtang who was standing by the roadside: "How long has your family lived here"

"Just over a year, I think. This apartment complex's Phase One was only delivered a little over a year ago," she said, pointing to the high-rise buildings across from the artificial river.

"I think the neighborhood is still pretty lively. It's just your detached villa that seems to be having some issues." I tried to make it sound less frightening.

Feng shui is all about achieving harmony between humans and nature. It also incorporates people's aspirations for a comfortable, peaceful, healthy, and fulfilling life. There's nothing to be afraid of.

Scary things are all caused by one's own karma.

Tangtang was a bit confused, her eyes showing disbelief: "You're saying this villa has a bad location This is the best view in the entire community..."

"It's not just about the scenery being nice. Look at that high-rise apartment building across the river, isn't half of it facing your house... This kind of simple Feng Shui bad placement can be seen without even a compass."

Táng Táng nodded: "I see, that building only faces half of my house and there's no blockage..."

It's true that there is no shielding, but half of the tall building faces and the perpendicular sides directly collide with the houses. The vertical walls are like blades, significantly impacting the low-rise buildings.

At best, your health will suffer; at worst, you'll face a bloody disaster. The longer you stay, the more problems you'll encounter.

A villa, no matter how high, is still a low-rise building, so there are more considerations in terms of feng shui.

Tangtang was stunned, she must have never paid attention to feng shui before.

Many young people today know a lot about celebrity gossip, but they haven't heard of the wisdom of their ancestors.

"Then you said there were two evil spirits, what's the other one" Tangtang asked.

I pointed to the row of houses ahead. A family on the second floor had built a sunroom on their balcony.

Perhaps for the aesthetic of the European villa, there are two triangular attic windows on the sunroom.

"Such a smooth, sloping edge pointed at the side of your villa, like two blades..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Tangtang angrily spat, "Damn it! I'm going to tear this place down right now! It's facing my room!"

I stopped her with a laugh and said, “This is someone else’s property. You just want to tear it down What about that building across the street with the sharp knives on the walls Are you going to demolish that whole building too”

"What are we going to do" Tangtang tugged at her messy hair.

"Don't worry, there are ways to resolve these issues. Later, go to Mu's shop and buy some items to ward off evil spirits for your home. The problem with your house is most likely inside..."

Click.

A bone-chilling sound of a door latch broke my sentence.

The wealthy woman led the young mage into her house, and we didn't pay much attention to them. The iron gate of the yard that was originally open suddenly closed by itself slowly.

As dusk approached and the temperature began to drop, I thought of what Jiang Qiyun had said about the upcoming Zhongyuan Festival. I couldn't help but shiver my arms.

Zhongyuan Festival, also known as the Hungry Ghost Festival or July 15th, is a day when we honor and appease the spirits of the deceased. It originates from Taoist beliefs and is celebrated widely across various cultures.

Tangtang was terrified of the closed door lock. Her face turned pale, and she trembled as she backed away, wanting to get back in her car and drive away.

"Hey, don't go! We haven't even seen your place!" Yin Luo grabbed her. "What are you afraid of I told you there are experts here! My little wife isn't some useless mage, she's pretty amazing!"

Sweat... Don't flatter me, I'm just superficial and lacking in knowledge. As for cultivation and Taoist arts, I've only scratched the surface. I'm merely basking in Jiang Qiyun's reflected glory.

Táng Táng's voice trembled as she said, "Haven't you noticed My aunt and that mage went in for ages, and now there's no sound! And... and this iron gate closed by itself. It's dark outside, and the lights inside are still off. But... my house is inhabited!"

Yin Luo pulled Tang Tang aside and whispered, "Tell me the truth, did you feel something strange and scary at home before Did you take any drugs back then!"

Tangtang held up three fingers and said, "I swear on my life, if I've taken medicine, I won't be well — ow…"

Yin Luo slapped her on the shoulder with a loud "pa," obliterating the word "dead."

I smiled. Xiao Yinluo is also a person with a sharp tongue but a kind heart. Although she disapproved of Tangtang's personal behavior, she didn't want Tangtang to say that word carelessly.

》》》

Táng Táng finally still worried about her family, she gave us the code to our garage.

Pressing the code, the small door next to the garage opened. Yin Luo peeked in and was the first to step inside.

"Xiao Yin Luo, you're really bold! To be so daring, doesn't your Mu Wan Chen scold you" I looked at the gloomy garage and couldn't help but criticize Yin Luo.

Yin Luo was stunned: "...He has never scolded me. I'm so well-behaved, how could he bear to scold me"

Okay, I asked a self-feeding dog food question.

"Besides, what's there to be afraid of... I've seen plenty of scary things. If there are ghosts, with your mistress here, who'd you fear What if there are monsters—" Yin Luo raised his hand and waved it around.

She had a thick red thread in her hand, hanging two small jade bamboo cylinders. They must be protective items given to her by Mu Wanchen.

The garage was dark and gloomy, I always felt that what I saw before me was a bit blurry.

In the corner were some tools for repairing cars, emanating a gloomy and bloody aura.

Tangtang followed Yinluo closely. She felt that there were things in the house that she couldn't see with her eyes, and also nightmares that she couldn't shake off even when she closed her eyes.

"Hey, little wifey, what's this thing" Yinluo whispered to me.

She walked up to a luxury car and peered inside, pointing at the figurine on the dashboard.

It was a Buddha statue. I don't know much about Buddhism, so I didn't know which Buddha it was. But the small bronze statue was covered in scripture, and the characters were curvy and twisted.

"This is a bit like those yellow papers in your hand, isn't it" Yin Luo frowned and said, "Sugar, could it be that your family has believed in some strange religion"

Everything happens for a reason. Tangtang recently discovered something unusual at home, and I've been experiencing strange things around me for the past month.

This winding and twisting character, it seems, is the origin of everything.

I tried to recite the incantation, interlocking my fingers, three or four of them, with my thumbs pressed together, and my index fingers pointing towards the small Buddha statue inside the car.

This is a double-handed technique taught to me by Jiang Qiyun. It's a relatively niche fingering technique.

I held the small Buddha statue between my two fingers, murmuring a spell. As I slowly brought my fingers together, Jiang Qiyun's cold, low voice echoed in my mind—

"Heaven nets woven, earth nets cast, all ghosts within their grasp, the net contracts to reveal its form… Mu Xiaoqiao, how is it you manage such a dreadful grip"dn't care about the life of an unrelated mortal.I suddenly broke free from his embrace and reached for the kang, pulling Song Wei down!The dying, struggling short man kicked up his leg and hit the tab...