"What? Sister Chen, you still don't believe me until now." Lu Chen said to Tang Zichen with a bad smile on his face: "How about we make another bet."
"Whoever loses this time will wash the other person's feet for half a month."
"And we also need to learn the kneeling posture of Yang Kingdom to serve."
"How about it, Sister Chen, do you dare to take a gamble?"
Although Lu Chen almost didn't miss it, Tang Zichen still found it incredible.
Seeing the evil smile on Lu Chen's face, he became so angry that he bit his silver teeth and said, "Just bet, half a month is half a month. Who is afraid of whom?"
At this time, the excavators started digging with their machinery.
As soon as the forklift shoveled a shovel, a shrill scream of an animal was heard.
Everyone was so frightened that their scalps were numb, and the forklift workers were so frightened that they did not dare to make any more moves.
"Wait a minute." Chase Lu took out three rice grains, lit them on the candle, and then threw them into the black dog's blood.
Finally, half a bowl of ink was mixed into the black dog's blood.
After mixing all these, Lu Chen picked up the bowl and directly poured the bowl of dog blood ink mixture on the grave.
Then he waved to the forklift worker and said, "It's OK now."
The forklift worker is still worried, but he doesn't dare to disobey."
He drove the forklift cautiously and continued digging.
Sure enough, no sound was heard this time, and the excavation went very smoothly.
When the entire tomb was excavated, everyone couldn't help but scream in surprise.
It turned out that there was a square white coffin lying inside the tomb.
It seemed extremely weird.
Everyone couldn't help but feel cold. Most coffins were black, but I had never seen anyone use a white coffin.
Tang Zichuan's face turned pale. He clearly remembered that the wood used for his father was the finest golden nanmu, and the outside was painted with the best black paint. How could it turn white?
Lu Chen didn't waste any time, jumped directly into the pit, slapped the white coffin hard, and the coffin broke into pieces.
When everyone looked inside, there was an even louder exclamation, and some of the brave ones fainted immediately.
It turned out that the person lying in the white coffin was not a human at all, not even a human skeleton.
Instead, it was a plucked civet cat that was all white.
Civet cat, civet cat for prince?
At this time, the whole body of the civet cat had begun to rot, but the cat's face was still intact, with a pair of big eyes staring closely at everyone present.
As soon as he saw the cat's face, Tang Zichuan's feet softened and he almost sat on the ground.
This cat's face is exactly the same as the one on his back.
And this cat face had appeared in his dreams more than once.
Everyone present turned pale, and Tang Zichuan was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.
Only Lu Chen looked normal. He whistled softly and said proudly: "Sister Chen, you lose again this time. Remember to wash my feet for half a month."
As soon as Tang Zichen saw the civet cat, he screamed in fright, hugged Lu Chen's arm tightly, and pressed his body against him.
No matter what Lu Chen said, she nodded desperately: "Okay, okay, don't say it ten times, just a hundred times."
Although Tang Zichen is a martial arts master, he is still a girl after all, and he is still afraid of such weird things.
"Hey, hey, sister Chen, so many people are watching, can you please don't get so close? Be careful of the impact." Lu Chen twitched his arm outwards hard, but he couldn't move at all.
"Be careful of the influence on your sister." Tang Zichen couldn't help complaining in his heart, and his arms around Lu Chen became tighter.
Since you can't get rid of it, you might as well join it.
Lu Chen was not polite and hugged Tang Zichen's small waist, and couldn't help but fumble a few times.
"This..." Tang Zichuan, as the current host of the Tang family, couldn't help but said: "Mr. Lu, where is my father's body?"
"Why did this become a tanuki?"
"Don't be anxious." Lu Chen took advantage of Tang Zichen again and waved his hand to direct the forklift workers: "Carry out this white coffin and continue digging three feet deep."
Sure enough, as the excavation progressed downwards, a black golden nanmu coffin was revealed below.
It is Tang Zichuan's father's coffin.
"In terms of Feng Shui, this is called the Civet Cat Coffin Pressing Bureau." Lu Chen hugged Tang Zichen and walked forward, pointing to the coffin in the pit, and explained loudly to everyone, "It means that the civet cat is on top, and the original position of the tomb is
The master is below."
"In this way, all the luck of this family is suppressed by this civet cat."
"As the civet cat's body rots, your Tang family's luck will decline little by little."
"In the end, not only will the family decline, but the family will also be destroyed and lives will be endangered, just like Mr. Tang."
Hearing Lu Chen's words, Tang Zichuan couldn't help but feel chilled all over.
He quickly approached Lu Chen and felt a little warmer: "Master Lu, I still don't understand, so why am I the only one in the whole family who is unlucky?"
"To put it bluntly, Mr. Tang, you are the weakest and the least good, both in terms of luck and personal physical condition." Lu Chen pointed to the corpse of the civet cat in the coffin and said: "Of course, the main reason is that the time has not come yet.
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"The tanuki has just started to rot, so you bear the brunt of it, and then the bad luck follows."
"If another month or two passes, I'm afraid that Mr. Tang and Mr. Tang will also be unlucky."
"At that time, even gods coming will not be able to save you."
Tang Zichuan no longer dared to have any doubts about Lu Chen's words.
After all, Lu Chen has completely proved his strength with his actions.
Thinking of this, Tang Zichuan couldn't help feeling scared, and quickly said to Lu Chen with a smile: "Thank you, Master Lu, thank you, Master Lu."
Lu Chen smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously.
The main reason why he was willing to help the Tang family was because of Tang Zichen.
If he doesn't help the Tang family get rid of the disaster, I'm afraid Tang Zichen will also suffer from it, and it may endanger his life.
Lu Chen had people dig out the civet cats, then pour gasoline on them and burn them directly.
But the civet cat is also very strange. No matter how hard I light it, it can never light it.
Seeing this situation, Lu Chen frowned slightly, took out a piece of yellow paper, mixed cinnabar with chicken blood, drew a charm and pasted it on the civet cat's face.
When the workers went to light it again, the civet cat was instantly reduced to ashes, and a plume of black smoke shot straight into the sky.
In a Taoist temple somewhere, an old Taoist priest wearing an orange robe was drinking wine leisurely.
Suddenly, he felt a tight pain in his chest, and he spit out the wine in one gulp, followed by a mouthful of black blood.