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Qi Lanxin hesitated for a moment, looked at me, and said goodbye to her grandfather?
I replied after a while, saying that I can't delay too long, and it's okay to see you, maybe I can ask some questions.
With my consent, Qi Lanxin led the way, and the servant of course walked in the front.
The top floor is on the fifth floor. When you get here, the passage is relatively narrow. There are only two doors facing each other, and there are only two rooms on the top floor.
We entered the one on the right.
The place is full of pungent smells, the curtains are closed, and the light is dull red.
The whole room is relatively large, and there are many things in the room.
An extraordinarily wide and long table with many bowls on it, almost every bowl contains a bowl of raw rice.
Next to it is a boiling pot.
Sitting beside the pot was an old man with a thin but straight body.
He is somewhat similar to Qi Lanxin.
It seems that his face is slightly pale, but this whiteness, I think it is a bit fake, and it still looks familiar.
The next moment, my pupils constricted, recalling where this familiar feeling came from.
Before I went to Chai's house to deal with Li Dexian, Feng Zhirong got a woman to put on makeup for me, which changed my face to a great extent.
This old man Qi has also put on similar makeup!
He is at home, what else is there to hide?
I fixedly looked at his face.
Mr. Qi also looked at me, and he smiled tiredly.
I found the problem again.
His brow bones are very long, the eyebrows are curved and drooping, the bridge of his nose is straight, and his eyes seem to be dull, but in fact they are quite the opposite.
Everyone in the Qi family looked like they were dying.
Only this old man, his fate is unbelievable! According to Qi Lanxin's words, and the Qi family I met, except for the servants, their lives are all in vain.
Mr. Qi is not a young man, but his fate is hard.
His appearance is exposed to others, but it is also weak
Immediately, I felt that there was something wrong with him.
However, I didn't reveal that I had discovered this detail, but said in a deep voice, "Mr. Qi, your body is so bad and weak, you should lie down and rest."
When I said this, I could clearly feel that Mr. Qi¡¯s expression became more accommodating and natural. He coughed and said, ¡°I¡¯m used to standing, I¡¯m not used to lying down, I¡¯m afraid I won¡¯t be able to wake up when I close my eyes. No more dozing off."
Then he asked again: "Have you met Lin Yuan? Is he okay? He is the worst in the family."
"I just met my father with Mr. Luo, and he is falling asleep now. I am going to take Mr. Luo to see the Feng Shui of the ancestral grave. So far, Mr. Luo has not seen any problems at home." Qi Lanxin replied softly.
The Lin Yuan that Mr. Qi is talking about should be Qi Lanxin's father. Should he be called Qi Linyuan?
?My heart sank a little, is Mr. Qi testing me?
Of course, I didn't answer Qi Lanxin's words, nor did I express anything else.
His eyes were only looking at the bowls on the table. These bowls were also a little strange, with the Chinese character "‡Ö" printed on them.
In this attic on the top floor, everything is weird.
Mr. Qi nodded, sighed and said: "Then please trouble Mr. Luo. Many Fengshui masters say that the Qi family is digging out dragon veins. Sooner or later something will happen. I think if the Qi family has an excellent ancestral grave, I must have heard about the three generations of Fuwang and the relocation of the Feng family's grave, the old man, I have heard it several times, and I am very envious."
While speaking, Mr. Qi took out an empty bowl, which was silver, and poured the boiling porridge from the pot into the bowl.
After finishing all this, he suddenly and carefully took out a palm-sized copper bowl from his pocket and handed it to me.
This confuses me a bit.
Mr. Qi said with a smile: "The ancestors of the Qi family said that if outsiders are allowed to enter the ancestral grave, they must take this copper bowl with them. After I trouble Mr. Luo to go to the ancestral grave, help me bring back a handful of soil. Please forgive me. "
"As for the location of the grave, Mr. Luo still needs to help the Qi family to choose. As long as the Qi family can have a good feng shui cemetery, the family can be protected from accidents, right?"
I nodded and said that is the case in theory, but we also need to see if the Qi family's problems are caused by the feng shui of the ancestral grave.
At the same time I took over the copper bowl, this bowl is ordinary,??No problem came out.
Although his request was strange, it was not easy to refuse. I nodded and said a word.
He didn't say anything else, but held the silver bowl and sipped the porridge.
Qi Lanxin gave me a wink and led me out.
I looked around at the other layouts in the house, only to find that the walls on all sides were covered with cloth, and I couldn't see what was hidden underneath, which always gave me a very mysterious feeling.
After walking out of this attic room, that feeling disappeared.
Qi Lanxin said softly: "My grandfather has a habit. He eats a certain amount of food every day, and only cooks a pot of porridge."
"A bowl of rice, a pot of porridge? Is it the rice in those bowls?" I replied.
"Yes." Qi Lanxin nodded.
My face remained unchanged, but I was always thinking in my heart. There must be something wrong with Mr. Qi.
He concealed his fate. Could it be that the sudden failure of the Qi family has something to do with him?
This is not my random speculation, although there is no evidence or clues.
However, in Feng Shui, it is emphasized that yin and yang are mutually generated and restrained, and things must be reversed when they are extreme.
So many people's lives are lost and missing, but there is one more person with extremely hard life, even an old man. That's a weird place in itself.
Soon we went downstairs, we walked out of the gate on the first floor, Feng Jun was waiting beside the car.
"Mr. Luo, do you want to go back?" Feng Jun asked respectfully.
I shook my head and looked at Qi Lanxin, and said, "Miss Qi, tell Feng Jun the address. Let's go to see your ancestral grave first, and bring a bowl of soil to Mr. Qi by the way." The two got into the car, and Qi Lanxin was talking with Feng Jun said the address.
Subconsciously, I took out the copper bowl and looked down at it for a while.
There is no pattern on the bowl, it is just an ordinary bowl, but the edge of the bowl seems to be a little sharp.
If I didn't pay attention, I found that my fingertip was broken a trace of blood flowed out.
Rub your fingers together, and the blood stains disappear.
I don't know if it's an illusion or what, I suddenly found that this bowl seems to be a bit heavier?
And at the bottom of the bowl, there was a crack? !
The sound of the engine sounded, the car also hit the accelerator, and Feng Jun drove out.
I stared fixedly at the crack, and vaguely felt that the copper bowl was a bit heavier.
"Mr. Luo, your complexion is not very good-looking, is it because you haven't had a good rest, and you are running around repeatedly, and you are not feeling well?"
Suddenly, Feng Jun's voice made me look up and look at my face in the rearview mirror.
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