Liang Yuanque exchanged glances with Zhuang Youjie. Zhuang Youjie obediently came to his side and heard him ask in a low voice,
"It should also be litmus solution, right?"
"Yes." Zhuang Youjie also whispered, trying not to let Mr. Song and others hear, although they might not understand what it was.
"But it should be specially prepared, and the concentration is different from the common ones."
"At least it's good to know that it's not a ghost looking for trouble." Liang Yuanque said, stood up and showed his palms to Master Song and the others.
Litmus solution turns red when exposed to acid.
Human sweat is acidic, so when you touch the specially processed litmus solution, the sweat on your palms will turn red.
In fact, it wasn't blood at all, just the sweat on their palms.
There is no sweat on Liang Yuanque's fingertips, so naturally there will be less color on them.
Later, he rubbed his hands, and there was blood on his palms. It was just because his hands were sweaty.
But Mr. Song and the others didn't understand this principle. Seeing him like this, Mr. Song subconsciously took a step back and stayed away from him.
"You, you were also tricked?"
Liang Yuanque didn't intend to explain the truth to them. No matter what the purpose of this friend behind the scenes was, for now, it could help them.
So he shook his head, put his hands away,
"This is not considered a trick. The evil spirits behind the scenes have not really taken action yet, they are just issuing a warning."
"Warning?" Mr. Song was obviously confused.
"Yes, if you don't come to me, I have to come and tell you," Liang Yuanque added, "In the Song family, it's not just this plaque that is bleeding. The Guanyin in your wife's room is also bleeding. The amount of bleeding is more than This is too much."
Master Song's expression became horrified, as if he had recalled some terrible memory.
Liang Yuanque naturally caught the change in his expression, and immediately seized the opportunity to bring Master Song's fear to the surface.
"Does this Guanyin Guanyin have any special purpose?"
"No, no, what's the purpose? It's just to ask for a child."
Mr. Song said these words after a period of obvious stunned expression, and even a fool could see that his expression was unnatural.
Liang Yuanque pursed his lips and clapped his hands.
In this tense atmosphere, the sudden sharp sound can torture people's mentality.
Liang Yuanque didn't dare to talk too much about other aspects, but when it came to manipulating people's mentality, he dared to say that he was so skilled that few people in the world could match him.
The talent he showed in this area was somewhat beyond his master's imagination. Back then, his senior brother had suggested that he join the army. With this skill, he should be able to prosper in a certain department.
Liang Yuanque's clapping sounds were particularly harsh to Master Song's ears, as if they were threats.
He clapped his hands and said,
"Mr. Song, I advise you to reveal all the bad things that you and your eighteen generations of ancestors have done, so that I can judge how to settle this matter for you."
As he spoke, he put on an impatient expression again,
"It's so strange that there are still people who are guarding Mr. Feng Shui. You know the Lin family in the next town, right? Do you want your whole family to die like them?"
With that said, he glanced at Zhuang Youjie and asked him to cooperate with him and say a few words.
Zhuang Youjie thought for a while and said in a very mean and flirtatious tone,
"Oh, that's not necessarily true. The Lin family has a large number of people, so it has been able to support it until now. The Song family will definitely not last as long as the Lin family."
Liang Yuan Quexin said, how can you, Mr. Zhuang, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, still make such a mean voice? Is this your nature?
Master Song's face was indeed livid with anger at his words. If Liang Yuanque hadn't been there, Zhuang Youjie's face would have been swollen.
However, although Zhuang Youjie's words were cheap, they really hurt Mr. Song.
The Song family is already sparsely populated, and if they don't solve this problem that is about to get angry, they may really become extinct.
So he temporarily suppressed his anger and chose to bow his head to Liang Yuanque.
"Sir, you may not know that our family has had a rule for generations. No matter what difficulties we encounter, or even whether we have descendants, we are not allowed to take concubines or divorce our wives."
Liang Yuan Quexin said, gossip like this has wings and spreads faster than a bird can fly. I have heard about it a long time ago.
However, he only heard from Lao Wang that the Song family had a rule against taking concubines. He really didn't know that they also had a rule that they couldn't divorce their wives.
No wonder they would rather try their best to kill their wives than abandon or reconcile with them.
Thinking about it this way, these so-called rules are indeed the root of evil.
Liang Yuanque did not express an opinion and wanted to continue to listen to what Mr. Song had to say.
"It is said that counting from me, four generations ago, an old man in our family died and a concubine died in a strange way."
"At that time, a master also came to our house to settle matters. After that, he set a rule that the Song family could not divorce their wives or take concubines."
"What exactly happened?" Liang Yuanque narrowed his eyes.
Mr. Song looked ugly and took a deep breath.
"To be honest, I actually don't know. My old man died young. My family only told me this rule, but no one told me why."
Liang Yuanque carefully observed his expression and found that he was indeed not lying.
Damn it, what’s the difference if you said it or not?
Liang Yuanque's original intention was to get him to talk about some of the bad things he had done, but he didn't expect him to turn the topic to his ancestors.
So when Liang Yuanque was about to bring the topic back and let him talk about himself, a middle-aged woman with a cold face walked out of the crowd.
Master Song frowned when he saw the woman, "What's the matter with my aunt?"
"The old lady asked me to go to her place with Mr. Feng Shui."
The middle-aged woman still had a cold face and bowed respectfully to Master Song.
Following her movements, her entire face showed no reaction at all, and Liang Yuanque suspected that she had facial paralysis.
Mr. Song struggled for a while and said to Liang Yuanque,
"Sir, come with me."
I had never heard before that there was an aunt in the Song family.
Mr. Song already looks quite young. How old must his aunt be?
Liang Yuanque looked back at Zhuang Youjie and motioned for him to follow him.
The cold-faced middle-aged woman saw that Zhuang Youjie was also following her. She was about to stop her when she was blocked by Liang Yuanque.
"He is my partner. The two of us are two in one. Neither one of us can survive."
He said so, and the middle-aged woman had no choice but to agree to the two of them to go together.
On the way, Mr. Song asked the woman, "How did my aunt know that a Feng Shui master came to the house?"
"There's such a big commotion at home, it's impossible for the old lady not to hear it." The woman replied expressionlessly.
