Chapter 22

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sure enough, after a while, the cell phone in Huo Wenhua's Black Handbag rang.

He took out his cell phone the size of a brick, connected it, and listened carefully. His face suddenly began to mourn, and his body trembled. He knelt down on the ground and kowtowed heavily to the east of Hong Kong. His eyes were full of tears.

Looking at his sorrowful appearance, Yang Zimei thought of his family's destruction and death in his last life. He was very sad and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Niuniu, why are you crying?"

Yang he saw the sudden tears and asked strangely.

Yang Zimei reached out to wipe his tears. "Seeing that Mr. Huo is sad because of his father's loss, I can't help but cry."

"Mr. Huo? How do you know he is Mr. Huo? Do you know him? " Yang he asked strangely.

His voice was so loud that both Hua Shaoguang and Huo Wenhua, who was in grief, heard him.

Huo Wenhua got up from the ground, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and looked at Yang Zimei suspiciously.

When he came here, he never revealed his identity, and no one knew that his father had just passed away.

How did the girl know?

He looked at Yang Zimei suspiciously, and found that the girl was very different. The black and white pupil eyes had the maturity and compassion that did not match her age. It seemed that she had seen the vicissitudes of the world, and the red cinnabar mole in the center of her eyebrow made her small face glitter, and her skin was as white as jade, even with a slight light.

In the past decades, he has seen many people, and he has never seen such a child.

"Little girl, come here!" He waved to Yang Zimei.

Yang Zimei walked over and looked up at Huo Wenhua, and said to him in a childish voice, "Hello, Mr. Huo. Can I help you?"

"Little girl, how do you know my surname is Huo?" Huo Wenhua was even more surprised to see that this little girl was different from other rural children and had no fear of life.

"I worked it out." Yang Zimei said with a faint smile.

Yang he helped him to say, "you don't see Niuniu is young. She's a disciple of the old fairy on the mountain. She's a good fortune teller."

"Oh? It's easy to learn at such a young age? It's rare. " Huo Wenhua turned his face and asked Hua Shaoguang, "master Hua, is it difficult to work out a person's surname?"

Hua Shaoguang took a look at Yang Zimei.

Yang Zimei also gave him a very strange feeling. However, he absolutely did not believe that a little girl could master the real metaphysics, and it was impossible for him to calculate the surname of a stranger, even he could not. So he said disapprovingly, "it is estimated that she has seen you on TV."

In 1992, Huo Wenhua's family property was not big enough, only 30 million yuan. He had little chance to be on TV. He could not be recognized by such a small girl.

However, out of respect for China's Shaoguang, he did not say much, but continued to ask, "can you work out other information about me?"

Yang Zimei nodded slightly, "Mr. Huo came from Hong Kong and is looking for a geomantic place to bury his dead father."

Hearing her words, Howard was completely shocked.

He brought Hua Shaoguang here, really want to find a geomantic treasure land in his hometown, and his father's wish to return home.

When I passed by Yang village, I found that there was a golden old nanmu, which was the best material for coffin. So I stopped and wanted to buy nanmu.

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