Mao Sandao didn't speak. Of course, he didn't know how to comfort him. 1
"Niuniu, how will your father and your mother live in the future..." The uncle cried louder and louder, and simply sat on the ground.
"Uncle, please forgive me. I believe Han Yu also hopes that you two can live well." Mao Sandao slowly walked to the uncle and comforted him softly.
The uncle nodded lightly and stood up from the ground with difficulty: "Young man, what is your name?"
Mao Sandao quickly helped the uncle and hesitated: "My name is Jiao Yong." 1
"Jiao Yong, thank you." The uncle held Mao Sandao's hand tightly, with a trace of love in his eyes, as if he was seeing his own son, "Thank you for visiting us for Niu Niu." 4
Mao Sandao smiled and said: "You're welcome. After all, he is also a friend. These are what I should do." 1
With that said, Mao Sandao picked up the money and put it on the cabinet: "I have something to do here, so I will go back first. By the way, uncle, this money is Han Yu's hard-earned money. You must hide it well."
"Don't worry, can you have a meal before leaving?" The uncle's eyes suddenly showed a trace of reluctance.
After Niu Niu passed away, when the uncle saw Mao Sandao, he felt more cordial for no reason.
"No." Mao Sandao pulled away his hand, "This meal... I can't eat it."
The uncle wanted to hold Mao Sandao again, but Mao Sandao had already reached the door. 1
Helpless, I could only sigh.
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There is a residential area three kilometers west of the center of Nanpu. In a house, Wu Yi's father and mother sat silently in the room, sighing. 2
"Hey, hey, you don't understand what's going on? It's like you've lost your soul." After a long time, the ignorant father touched the ignorant mother beside him with his foot.
The mother also had a sad look on her face: “Before, I would get angry suddenly or cry loudly. Sometimes I would break things at home and hit people for no apparent reason. 1
If I hadn't been keeping watch like this at home every day, Bao Buqi would have done something unimaginable. I don’t know. Could it be that he touched something unclean? "
"Mom, what are you talking about? These are all superstitions!" The ignorant brother walked in from outside the house and retorted immediately after hearing the conversation between his parents.
For him, who had read books about sages for several years, his mother's statement was undoubtedly unacceptable to him.
After all, it is written in the books that all unusual phenomena are superstitious and cannot be trusted.
The father glared and said, "You know nothing. After a few years of studying, you think you know everything, right? Then tell me, what's going on with your brother?"
"But... maybe..." Facing his father's majesty, the eldest son obviously felt guilty, and he hesitated for a long time without saying anything. 1
"I've been grinding for a long time and haven't come up with anything yet. It's not as good as the second child." As he said that, his father looked around the room and said impatiently, "Where is the second child? Where did the second child die?"
My mother really couldn't bear to see her man get angry easily, so she replied impatiently: "Oh, stop shouting, he went to his classmate's house to play!"
"I have raised a lot of useless things, and no one can count on me at the critical moment!" The father looked at his eldest son with disgust, silently lit a low-quality cigarette and took a few puffs.
"Ahem!"
The puffing was so violent that it choked my lungs, and I couldn't help but cough a few times.
The eldest son was so angry that he dared not speak out after being scolded by his father, so he could only stand aside silently and stopped talking.
The mother secretly winked at her eldest son and waved her hand gently, signaling him to leave quickly.
"Mom and Dad, I'm going to work first." The eldest son understood and quickly slipped out.
Looking at the back of his eldest son as he went out, the father once again cursed in disgust: "Useless thing!" 1
The mother patted the angry father on the back and said comfortingly: "Okay, okay, no matter how useless he is, he is still our son." Then, she glanced at the Japanese in the room and continued, "Yes. Now, what should I do if you don’t understand?”
The father thought for a moment and took another puff of cigarette: "Liu Laoer recently invited a person. I heard he is a powerful character. I will go look for him later and ask him to come over and help."
"Is it reliable?" Mother was a little worried.
The father threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out: "Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!"
Mother nodded and sighed: "That's all we can do."
The father stood up, and before leaving, he glanced at Nidu and frowned: "And where did he get the clothes he was wearing? They don't look cheap, and I didn't tell him if I asked him. If they were stolen, I Definitely break his legs." 1
"It's now time. Don't worry about your clothes. Go and invite that person over."
The mother urged the father. She could no longer care about anything else regarding her son's condition.
"Keep an eye on him, I'll go now." Father warned, and then walked out the door.
Nearly half an hour later, my father returned, followed by a man in his forties.
The man had a short head, small rice-sized eyes lowered, a shoehorn face, a high hooked nose, and his chin seemed to have been sharpened with a knife and seemed to be poking out of the sky.
In short, from top to bottom, from the inside out, he behaves like a master, but... he doesn't look like a good person either. 1
The mother didn't understand and quickly stood up: "Master, please take a look at my son. He has been acting strangely recently."
"Yes." The man responded lightly, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked into the Japanese room.
He didn't shy away from taking a look at Wabu Wansheng, then went back outside to check Yuanjiu before and after, and said quietly:
"The feng shui of your house is not good. The door faces southwest, which attracts unclean things and draws away your son's soul." 1
"Bad Feng Shui?" As for the seduction of souls, Wa's father didn't refute it. Just looking at his son's appearance, it did look like a sign of losing his soul or being possessed by an evil spirit.
But when the man said that Feng Shui was not good, he was a little confused because this kind of orientation style can be found everywhere here. 1
Seeing that his father and mother didn't believe it, the man explained slowly: "The dividing line between the northwest and the southeast is called the Yin-Yang dividing line. 1
Due west and east are the dividing lines between sunrise and sunset, and southwest and northeast are the dividing lines between ghost paths.
If the door faces the southwest, according to the theory of eight fortunes, it belongs to the five yellow positions, and the evil spirit is very strong and the yang energy is lost.
The southwest is also Kun, which is the old Yin. It is the negative pole and is prone to attracting unclean things. "
"This..." The mother who didn't understand frowned, "But most of our people here are facing the southwest, how come they are okay?"
"Yes, yes." The father also nodded, obviously not understanding the man's remarks.
Seeing that he was being questioned, the man's face became serious and his tone became a little harsh:
"Look at your son. He is weak and as thin as a rubber band. His physique shows that his fire energy is weak and his soul is unstable. Unclean things are specifically looking for a body like his to take advantage of it.
If others are fine, it means they are in good health. Can this be the same? "
After hearing the man's explanation, Wu Yi's father and mother looked at Wu Bai at the same time, looked at each other again, and nodded, as if they felt that what the man said was reasonable.
"Then what should we do now? Master, is there any way?" The father, who didn't understand, asked quickly.
The man rolled his eyes and scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment: "There is a way, but this matter is more difficult..."
If you don't understand your father, why don't you know what the man means?
I saw him taking out a few bills from his pocket and counting them carefully.
This money is still the salary he paid when he helped a large family yesterday. It is not much, but it is enough to support the family's monthly food expenses.
Finally, he took out two and handed them to the man: "This is the reward."
Looking at the two thin bills handed over by his uncomprehending father, the man's face darkened with a hint of disgust, his hands were clasped behind his back again, and he said as if this matter was difficult to handle:
"Hiss... Oh, as for your son, I guess it won't be so easy to cure. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."
"Is my son's life more important or money?"
The mother didn't understand and knew that the man was too young. She snatched all the banknotes from the father's hand and gave them all to the man: "Master, please help me. I believe you can do it."
The man glanced at the thickness of the banknote with gleaming eyes, quickly put it into his pocket, and said slowly:
"Actually, I think some things can be fully resolved if we work hard."
However, he didn't understand that his father's eyes were always fixed on the man's bulging pockets, with a look of distress on his face. 1
Damn it, this is my hard-earned money! 2
