Wanwan and Huang Xikong walked to the female ghost, and the female ghost taught the wooden box to Huang Xikong.

She didn't dare to get close to Wanwan, mainly because the aura on Wanwan would make her unconsciously afraid. Even if Huang Xikong held her as a coolie, she still felt that he was far from dangerous than the cub in front of her.

After Huang Xikong bought the wooden box, he said in surprise: "Is this a box made of Yangyin Wood?"

Wanwan stared at the patterns on the black painted wooden box, her eyes were a little tired. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, but did not reach out to touch the box.

This box doesn't give her a good feeling.

Huang Xikong looked at Wanwan: "Do you open it?"

Wanwan looked at him and nodded solemnly.

The black painted wooden box was not locked, so Huang Xikong raised his hand and pushed the spring lock away and pushed open the lid.

Wanwan immediately took a half step back, looked at the things in the box, and slowly clenched her fists.

Huang Xikong wanted to reach out and take out the things in the box.

A layer of black velvet cloth was placed in the box, and a small tripod the size of a palm was placed inside.

"Don't touch it."

Seeing that he was about to touch, Wanwan immediately closed the lid.

Huang Xikong looked at her tense expression in surprise and asked, "Is there any problem with the tripod in this box?"

"That's the Ximu Qing Fangding."

Wanwan put the box back into the oil paper cloth and patted the soil on the oil paper cloth: "The Ximu Qing Square Cauldron is a yin nourishing object, but this cauldron has been damaged and cannot play its previous role."

"As you say, this thing should be harmless to us?"

Wanwan bit her lower lip and hugged the box in her arms: "This broken cauldron has become an evil thing. If you touch it, it will erode your mind."

"Aren't evil things? Not something that nourishes yin?"

Wanwan shook her head: "I don't know the specifics. The Master taught before that the Ximu Qing Fang Cauldron was originally a treasure trove of yin nourishing, and it was very effective in recuperation of ghosts. But I felt that the cauldron contained a bloody aura, which might have been sacrificed by a living person..."

Huang Xikong and the female ghost looked at the box in Wanwan's arms in shock: "But this box was dug out from your ancestral home..."

Wanwan looked at the location of the jujube tree. Her ancestral home was facing north and south, and the jujube tree was located southwest.

"This is... the Fengshui evil of Yangzhai." Wanwan said with a very serious expression.

When Huang Xikong looked at the jujube tree again, his eyebrows frowned deeply.

The female ghost floated behind Huang Xikong, trying to reduce her presence.

"Let's talk about this with your brother." Huang Xikong said.

Wanwan went to the kitchen with a heavy heart in her arms.

Xia Zhihuai was cutting vegetables when he saw Wanwan and Huang Xikong coming in, looked back, and then the knife in his hand fell on the cutting board.

"Who is behind you?" Xia Zhihuai pointed behind Huang Xikong.

Wanwan turned around and looked at the female ghost sister, looked up at Huang Xikong, waiting for him to explain himself.

Huang Xikong said calmly: "Working ghost."

The female ghost took the initiative to move aside for half a step, bowed deeply to the person in the room, and immediately hid behind Huang Xikong again.

Xia Xiuying glanced at the female ghost and was able to calmly withdraw her gaze and continued to pick up the spatula to cook.

Xia Zhihuai looked at Huang Xikong with a calm and gentle breeze, and angry: "This is my home and I. Don't bring other ghosts in casually!"

"She will be responsible for cleaning the weeds in the yard in the afternoon." Huang Xikong threw out the temptation.

Xia Zhihuai thought for three seconds and picked up the kitchen knife again: "Give her five candles tonight."

Huang Xikong raised his lips and looked back at the flattered female ghost: "Fuck it well!"

"Yes, it's an adult!"

The female ghost's voice trembled slightly. God knows how long she has been floating in the bamboo forest. She seems to have never eaten anything in her impression.

After becoming a ghost, her life was worse than a pig or a dog!

...

After Xia Zhihuai and Huang Xikong reached a consensus, they were about to continue cooking. When they found that Wanwan was still standing there, they couldn't help asking: "Wanwan, go out and have fun, the kitchen is full of smoke."

Huang Xikong lifted his eyelids: "She has something to look for you."

Xia Zhihuai looked at Wanwan in confusion: "What's the matter?"

Wanwan raised the box wrapped in oil paper cloth in her hand: "I dug this under the jujube tree."

Xia Zhihuai put down the kitchen knife, wiped his hands on the apron, and prepared to take over what Wanwan had in her hand.

But Wanwan took the box and avoided his movements. Xia Zhihuai was confused: "?"

Wanwan looked up at him and whispered: "Brother, someone has arranged a Fengshui evil in our house."

"Wait...what did you say?"

Xia Zhihuai stared at the box in her hand and looked at Wanwan in confusion.

What is Feng Shui?

Why did he touch his knowledge blind spot again?

Huang Xikong was also confused: "You don't even know about Feng Shui evil?"

Xia Zhihuai frowned: "I heard of it, but I always thought it was fictional in novels or TV. Who knew that Sha actually existed?"

"I always found it very strange." Huang Xikong looked up and down at Xia Zhihuai, "Remember carefully, when did your Tao family start and often have problems?"

Xia Xiuying turned off the gas, turned around and recalled, "This... has been several years."

"I remember before my father and I divorced Huaihuai, his grandfather accidentally broke his leg when he went downstairs and lay on the bed for several months before he recovered: then it was his grandmother who dug vegetables in a vegetable garden not far away. When he came back, he accidentally slipped and lived in the hospital for a few days and died."

Some things are terrifying to think about.

During that time, she and Xia Zhihuai's father also often quarreled. After more than ten years of marriage, they had been living a dull life. But that year seemed to have endless emotions and endless conflicts. Later, she couldn't stand such a life, so she lived apart for a while and decided to divorce Xia Zhihuai's father.

After the divorce, everything went smoothly.

But Xia Zhihuai's father... passed away in two years.

Xia Zhihuai's face was particularly calm. If Feng Shui really existed, then the deaths of his father, his grandparents, his uncle and aunt... were definitely not accidental.

Wanwan raised her head and asked, "Brother, so my parents' death is also likely related to Feng Shui evil, right?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Zhihuai squatted down and hugged her gently.

Wanwan's eyes were red, and she was about to cry with her little mouth flattened.

It turns out that she can have a mother and mother.

When she saw her eldest aunt and her brother, she actually envied her brother.

Xia Zhihuai rubbed her fluffy hair with big hands and rubbed her eyes with her fingertips.

As a result, Wanwan's tears flowed even harder.

Xia Zhihuai was a little helpless, looked back at his mother, silently saying: "How to coax?"

Xia Yingxiu sighed, picked Wanwan up from the ground, and coaxed her, "Wanwan won't cry. Don't Wanwan have any brother and aunt? Wanwan is the eldest aunt's baby daughter. We Wanwan is the bravest and most beautiful baby. After crying for a long time, we will not be beautiful."

Wanwan sobbed, rubbed the ends of her eyes with the back of her hands, tears as big as beans fell, and she said with great grievance: "Auntie, my eyes are so spicy..."

Xia Yingxiu: “…”

Xia Zhihuai: "???"
Chapter completed!