Qi Lanxin hesitated for a moment, looked at me and said, "How about seeing her grandfather again?"
I pondered for a moment and then replied, saying that I couldn’t wait too long and that it would be okay to meet him and maybe I could ask some questions.
After getting my permission, Qi Lanxin led the way, and of course the servant walked at the front.
The top floor is on the fifth floor. Once here, the passage is relatively narrow, with only two doors opening opposite each other, and there are only two rooms on the top floor.
We entered the one on the right.
This place is full of pungent fragrance, the curtains are closed, and the light shines with a dull red color.
The whole room is relatively large, and there are many things in it.
There was an extremely wide long table with many bowls placed on it, and almost every bowl contained a bowl of uncooked rice.
Next to it is a boiling pot.
Sitting beside the pot was an old man who was thin but upright.
He is somewhat similar to Qi Lanxin.
It seems that his face is slightly pale, but this whiteness feels a bit fake to me, and it also feels a bit familiar.
The next moment, my pupils tightened, and I recalled where this familiar feeling came from.
Before I went to Chai's house to deal with Li Dexian, Feng Zhirong found a woman to do makeup on me, which changed my face to a great extent.
This old man Qi also wore similar makeup!
What else does he have to hide at home?
I looked at his face steadily.
Mr. Qi also looked at me and smiled tiredly.
I found the problem again.
His eyebrows are very long, his eyebrows are curved and drooping, the bridge of his nose is straight, and his eyes seem lifeless, but in fact they are the complete opposite.
Everyone in the Qi family looked like they were about to die.
Only this old man is so cruel! According to Qi Lanxin's words and the Qi family members I saw, except for the servants, all their lives were lost.
Mr. Qi is a very old man, but he has a tough life.
His appearance is revealed to others, but it is also weak...
Instantly, I knew there was something wrong with him.
However, I did not reveal that I had discovered this detail. Instead, I spoke in a deep voice and asked, "Mr. Qi, your health is so bad and weak. You should lie down and rest."
As soon as I said these words, I could clearly feel that Mr. Qi's demeanor became more relaxed and natural. He coughed and said, "I'm used to standing but not used to lying down. I'm afraid that I won't be able to wake up when I close my eyes. No more sleepiness."
Then he asked: "Have you met Lin Yuan? Is he okay? He is in the worst health among the clan."
"I just met my father with Mr. Luo. He is asleep now. I am about to take Mr. Luo to see the feng shui of the ancestral graves. Mr. Luo has not seen any problems at home yet." Qi Lanxin answered softly.
The Lin Yuan Mr. Qi mentioned should be Qi Lanxin's father. Should he be called Qi Linyuan?
My heart sank a little. Is Mr. Qi testing me?
Of course, I didn't answer Qi Lanxin's words, nor did I express anything else.
His eyes were just looking at the bowls on the table. These bowls were a little strange, with the word "囍" printed on them.
There is something weird everywhere in this attic on the top floor.
Mr. Qi nodded, sighed and said: "Then please trouble Mr. Luo. Many Feng Shui masters say that the Qi family is digging for dragon veins. Sooner or later something will happen. I think if the Qi family has an excellent ancestral grave, The old man will definitely be prosperous for three generations. I have heard about the Feng family’s grave relocation several times, and I am very envious.”
While talking, Mr. Qi held out an empty bowl. This bowl was silver. He poured the boiling porridge in the pot into the bowl.
After doing this, he suddenly carefully took out a palm-sized copper bowl from his pocket and handed it to me.
This makes me a little confused.
Mr. Qi said with a smile: "It is the ancestral motto of the Qi family that if outsiders are allowed to enter the ancestral grave, they must bring this copper bowl. After troublesome Mr. Luo, please help me bring a handful of earth back to the ancestral grave. Please forgive Mr. Luo." "
"As for the location of the relocation of the grave, Mr. Luo still needs to help the Qi family choose it. As long as the Qi family can have a cemetery with good feng shui, it can protect the family from trouble, right?"
I nodded and said that was the theory, but we had to see if the Qi family's problems were caused by the feng shui of the ancestral tombs.
At the same time, I took over the copper bowl. This bowl was ordinary and there was nothing wrong with it.
Although his request was strange, it was not easy to refuse, so I nodded and said something.
He didn't say anything else, but held the silver bowl and drank the porridge in small sips.
Qi Lanxin winked at me and led me out.
I took a closer look at the other decorations in the house, only to find that there were cloths hanging on the walls, and I couldn't see what was hidden underneath. It always gave me a very mysterious feeling.
After walking out of the attic room, that feeling disappeared.
Qi Lanxin spoke softly: "My grandfather has a habit. He eats a certain amount every day and only cooks one pot of porridge."
"A bowl of rice, a pot of porridge? Is that the rice in those bowls?" I replied.
"Yes." Qi Lanxin nodded.
My expression remained unchanged, but I kept thinking in my heart that there must be something wrong with Mr. Qi.
He hides his stubbornness. Could it be that the sudden death of the Qi family has something to do with him?
This is not my random imagination, although there is no evidence or clues.
However, in Feng Shui, it is important to note that yin and yang are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other.
So many people's lives were wasted and missing, but there was one person with an extremely hard life, even an old man. This is a very strange place in itself.
Soon we went downstairs and walked out of the gate on the first floor. Feng Jun was waiting next to the car.
"Mr. Luo, do you want to go back?" Feng Jun asked respectfully.
I shook my head and looked at Qi Lanxin and said, "Miss Qi, please tell Feng Jun the address. Let's go visit your ancestral grave first and bring a bowl of soil to Mr. Qi." The two of them got in the car, while Qi Lanxin was talking to Feng Jun. Feng Jun said the address.
I subconsciously took out the copper bowl and looked down at it for a while.
There was no pattern at all on the bowl, it was just an ordinary bowl, but the edges of the bowl seemed a bit sharp.
Without paying attention, I found that my fingertip was broken... and a trace of blood flowed out.
As soon as he rubbed it with his finger, the blood stain disappeared.
I don't know if it was an illusion or something, but I suddenly realized that this bowl seemed a little heavier?
And there was a crack at the bottom of the bowl? !
The sound of the engine sounded, the car hit the accelerator, and Feng Jun drove out.
I stared at the cracks intently, and vaguely felt that the copper bowl was heavier.
"Mr. Luo, you don't look good. Are you feeling unwell because you haven't had a good rest? You've been running around a lot."
Suddenly, Feng Jun's voice made me raise my head and look at my face in the rearview mirror.
