Seeing that I didn't speak, Cen Sixian suddenly smiled and said: It's a pity that fate has no ifs, okay, let's not say that Wang Xianyu adopted Wang Hu, right, I'll continue to tell the next story.

Before telling the story, Cen Sixian still habitually took a deep breath.

Wang Xianyu and Wang Hu did not return overnight. Wang Xianyu's son was not worried, he slept until nine o'clock the next day before getting up, and when he got up, he scolded his father directly when he saw that his father did not come back.

Watching his son scold, Liu Feng couldn't say a word beside him.

She has been very miserable by her son and daughter over the years, she has not bought herself a new dress for many years, and her son and daughter have not said a word of warmth to her, and they just open their mouths to ask for money at every turn, and there seems to be nothing else to do except ask for money.

On the contrary, it was the fool Wang Hu, who came back from working in the field every day, and knew to call her mom and ask if there was any help.

So over the years, Liu Feng has gradually been moved by her stupid son, and she sometimes thinks about it in her heart. If only her own daughter could have that stupid child who is half sensible.

And this night, Liu Feng was actually very worried about her husband and Wang Hu, but Liu Feng had a problem with her old cold legs, her family was poor, and she couldn't wear any good clothes, so it hurt even more in winter.

Although it is now spring, it can be deep in the mountains of the north. It's still very cold.

So Liu Feng couldn't walk a few steps, and sometimes Liu Feng herself thought that the reason why she fell into her leg may also be the retribution for being too domineering when she was young.

Thinking of this, Liu Feng still said to his son and asked him to go down to the ground to look for it, but Liu Feng's son said: What to find, 10,000 yuan is not enough, how can I work in the city? Having such a dad is the same as not having one! And that fool, who followed him for more than ten years, looking for them? Forget it when you're dead!

Hearing his son's words, Liu Feng was so angry that he couldn't speak, but he didn't get his breath in a hurry. 【. As soon as he was paralyzed on the ground, he passed.

I was surprised and asked: Liu Feng was angry to death?

Cen Sixian said: She had a heart problem, a heart attack, and her son watched from the side and didn't care, so she died after a few struggles.

Cen Sixian said this, Xu Ruohui couldn't listen to it anymore, and couldn't help but say: The grace of parents is greater than the sky. How can Liu Feng's son be so ruthless!

Cen Sixian said: The more ruthless is still to come.

Listen to Cen Sixian say this. I, Xu Ruohui and Lin Sen couldn't help but say: And?

Cen Sixian nodded and continued to tell the story.

Liu Feng's son saw that his mother was dead, so he called a neighbor and pretended to say that his mother was dead and begged everyone for help.

This village is not big, and red and white things are taken care of each other, so the people in the village are still willing to help this gang.

However, before the funeral, Wang Xianyu and Wang Hu must be found first, so Liu Feng's son reluctantly went up the mountain to find it, only to find that the pit was buried.

The villagers helped to dig out Wang Xianyu and Wang Hu, but when they were digging them, the villagers found that when these two people died, they were holding a large piece of transparent hexagonal crystal, about the size of half a leg.

And it's in perfect condition, so it can definitely be sold for a good price.

This is what Wang Xianyu and Wang Hu's corpses are holding, so naturally it has become Wang Xianyu's son.

But when the villagers asked when they would give their parents and Wang Hu a coffin, Wang Xianyu's son blurted out: If you don't have money, you can't make a coffin, just roll it with that mat, find a place to dig a pit and bury it!

Hearing the words of Wang Xianyu's son, the villagers stopped talking, and they did as he wanted.

However, the villagers privately began to laugh at this family, the best of the family, a lifetime of nests, and raised such an unfilial son.

The most important thing is their daughter, after learning of the death of her parents, she turned off her mobile phone, and she couldn't be contacted.

Wang Xianyu and his wife were buried with Wang Hu, without any crying, only the ridicule and sarcasm of the villagers.

Of course, there are a few who feel sorry for them and are not worth it.

On the day of Wang Xianyu's burial, a drizzle fell in the sky, and after several people carrying the mats carried the three bodies into the field, they dug a pit to bury them.

But when everyone threw the mat into the pit, a mat was opened, and Wang Hu's body was wrapped inside.

Wang Hu's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and everyone was frightened, but fortunately, there were many people, so they hurriedly threw a few shovels of soil to cover Wang Hu's eyes.

Just after they buried the people and made a small grave bag, everyone, even Wang Xianyu's son, ran back, and no one burned a piece of paper money for these people.

At this time, Lin Sen asked curiously: Why did those people run, was it because they saw Wang Hu open his eyes?

Cen Sixian said: There is such a reason, on the other hand, these people all feel that something around them is staring at them, everyone has this feeling, so as soon as they talk to each other, they are all afraid, and they start to run back-

The story continues, and the men ran a hundred and ten paces, and then they heard three screams behind them, three in total.

He boldly looked back, but there was no clue.

At this time, the light rain turned into heavy rain, and it is strange to say that there are few mudslides in the Taihang Mountains in the north, but on that day, there was a mudslide in Xialiuyu, blocking the roads out of the village and into the village.

If you want to leave here and take a car to the county seat, you have to walk more than 30 miles and detour to other places to take the car.

So Wang Xianyu's son didn't go that day, and could only stay in the dead man's house for one night.

That night was the beginning of the terrifying night in Xialiuyu.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no intention of stopping at night, so many people went to bed early.

And Wang Xianyu's son probably knew that he was guilty, he couldn't sleep that night, the light was on in the house, and he sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt and stared blankly at the door, as if he was afraid that something would come in from outside.

At more than ten o'clock, Wang Xianyu's son listened to the sound of people walking around in the courtyard and the sound of stepping on puddles.

Hearing this voice, he felt a little furious in his heart, and he didn't dare to make a sound, in order to give himself courage, he also prepared a kitchen knife early and put it on the head of the bed.

So as soon as there was a sound outside, he picked up the kitchen knife at the head of the bed, and at the same time his forehead was soaked with sweat.

Click!

At this time, there was a bright flash outside, and then the thunder rolled in, and then the electric light in his room was extinguished after a few sounds.

Apparently the thunder had broken the line near the village.

This thunder had already scared Wang Xianyu enough, and the light went out again, he was almost scared and fainted.

He sat on the bed with a quilt wrapped in a quilt and a kitchen knife in his hand.

The rain was pouring outside, and there was no more thunder, and after a while the sound of someone treading water came from the yard again.

And the voice was still slowly approaching Wang Xianyu's son's room, and after a while, a black shadow slowly rose from under the window of Wang Xianyu's room.

Wang Xianyu didn't dare to say anything, but he heard a voice outside say: Son, the crystal is enough for your money, isn't it?

This voice is Wang Xianyu's father, hearing that voice, Wang Xianyu shrank directly into the quilt in fright, holding the kitchen knife and trembling.

Wang Xianyu's voice sounded again: Son, the crystal is enough, is it enough for your money?

This time, Wang Xianyu's voice began to be a little impatient.

Hearing this tone, Wang Xianyu's son subconsciously replied: Enough, enough!

Hahahaha! Wang Xianyu's voice disappeared after a few laughs in the rain.

But the next day, after the rain stopped, when the villagers went out, they found Wang Xianyu's son holding a crystal dead at the door, his face full of horror.

When I heard the story, I suddenly had a question in my heart: Since Wang Xianyu's son is dead, why did you tell me so much about the events of that rainy night, wouldn't it all be played by yourself temporarily?

Cen Sixian shook her head and said: Naturally not, because later there were a few more lives in the village, and when our people went to investigate, they happened to encounter the ghost of Wang Xianyu's son, which he said personally, but the strange thing is that he couldn't remember how he died.

I wondered: Then there were people killed in that village? What's going on?

Cen Sixian said: The person who first discovered the body of Wang Xianyu's son took the crystal in his hand away, but the family died at home that night, so this matter also reached the eyes of our organization.

Our people checked it out and found a big problem! The three were buried in the same grave, and the day of burial coincided with the third day of the third month of the third month.

The third day of March is the number of extreme yang, which is not easy to be buried, and the number of burials is three people, and the number of three together is another number of extreme yang. Low blood in the array.

In addition, the place where they buried their bodies, Feng Shui happened to be the place of death for gathering yin, and the yin energy only gathered and did not disperse, but it was the burial of the extreme yang that shattered the tranquility of the Yin Qi Feng Shui Bureau.

I wondered: what would happen to this?

Cen Sixian took a deep breath and said: The top mourning, starting from Wang Xianyu's home, counting to the popular place, every nine steps one mourning, one mourning and one mourning, until the people nearby die.

Nine steps to the top of one mourning?

I couldn't help but be shocked when I heard this, this is the first time I have encountered this kind of strange event caused by feng shui.

I asked Cen Sixian: Was it the ghosts of Wang Xianyu, Wang Hu and Liu Feng?

Cen Sixian was stunned for a moment and said: I can't be sure yet, because our people haven't found the slightest sign that they have become ghosts, and they can't meet the situation that Wang Xianyu's son You Soul said.

In other words, we don't know what the main cause of our case is yet, and it doesn't sound like a simple case.

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