CH 112.1

July 7, 2022Ai Hrist

The Zhu Family Village covers a large area, with fewer people and more land, so it looks very empty. The farmland and houses in the village were not completely separated. Along the way, there will be crops and houses, which looked very messy.

Lin Qingyin released her divine sense. The situation of the entire village was seen at a glance. The village was surrounded by mountains and river. It has a good view. But in Lin Qingyin’s eyes, the two mountains surrounding the village in half, were like an open mouth, sucking in all the filth and evil outside. The river that made a big circle around the village was like a carrier, bringing the bad luck sucked outside into every corner of the village.

Lin Qingyin has been in this world for so long, but this was the first time she has seen a village with such poor feng shui. No wonder there were only 40 or 50 families in such a big place.

Seeing Lin Qingyin staring at his father’s grave, Zhu Chengze asked anxiously: “Master Lin, is there something wrong with my father’s grave?”

Lin Qingyin touched the tortoiseshell in her palm, her voice sounded very flat as she spoke: “Who ordered the tomb of your father to be placed here?”

“My mother chose it.” Zhu Chengze looked at the flat tomb where no weeds could be seen, and his nose was a little sour: “If you ask someone to dig a hole for burial, you have to pay 500 yuan. If you dig in someone else’s field, you can’t go empty-handed, at least you have to prepare a gift of 2,000 yuan. So my mother simply buried my father in her land, saying that the feng shui of nowhere is not as good as that of her own.”

Lin Qingyin doesn’t know how to comment on this matter. The feng shui of this village is not good, and this piece of land is the worst piece of feng shui in the village.

She doesn’t know if it was a coincidence or intentional, but this piece of land happens to be in the middle of the village, where all the Yin energy gathers, and this grave happens to be the most central point. What’s even more frustrating was that Zhu Family Village has a custom of burial. Although the township and villages advocate cremation these days, many villages still buried their relatives in secret, and the government was not particularly strict with this aspect.

That’s why Zhu Chengze’s father was buried here.

Lin Qingyin’s divine consciousness slid over the lifelike corpse in the coffin, and turned to look at Zhu Chengze: “Let’s go, take me to your house.”

Zhu Chengze’s house was built 20 years ago. It only had three rooms and looked very old. It’s just that there was a strange thing about this house. There were only three rooms in total, but there are two doors. One of the doors was newly built. The wall next to the door can even see the bricks that have been smashed open. It looks very simple.

Zhu Chengze also seemed very helpless about this door: “Since my mother became a yin person, she blocked the door between her room and the main room. She built the door on her own, I have never seen her room again since then.”

Lin Qingyin touched the tortoise shell and gave a gentle command: “Go knock on the door, and say a guest is coming.”

For the past two years, Zhu Chengze had been wanting to enter his mother’s room and wanted to know what was inside that he shouldn’t see. But now that Lin Qingyin asked him to knock on the door, he was a little timid. He raised his hand and hesitated for a long time. In the end, his knuckles fell slowly, but only tapped twice lightly.

“Come in!” A hoarse woman’s voice came from the room. It sounded like a ghost’s voice. Zhu Chengze almost cried when he heard this voice. It was only half a month after National Day, but he felt that his mother’s voice seemed even more terrifying.

Although it was already October, the autumn season was still at its peak. It took only half an hour to get off the bus to the village, but Zhu Chengze was covered with sweat.