Li Cang opened it and looked at it, calling it "good guy". Sure enough, capitalists have to hang up street lights.
It wasn't much half a year ago, but as the company expanded later, the amount became huge, and luck became worse and worse.
To be able to cast a spell for such a long time, it must be attached to something. It can only be used in the air like a charm, and it can only last for two or three days.
Even if the body hair is obtained and the hair is lowered, it will gradually lose its effectiveness within a month at most. The hair that can last for life after life is similar to the poison Qianrihong, which is integrated into the blood and continues to be inherited.
It's been at least half a year now. Most of the long-term spells are real estate, which relies on the relationship between the place of residence and the curse. However, the four real estates and company buildings in the city have been inspected by strangers and people everywhere.
He tapped his fingers on the table, remembering the time when his family worshiped their ancestors, and his hometown was the only place left with any connection.
Li Cang opened the file and found that there was an ancestral house in the village that was not under his name. However, there was a recent project to renovate the ancestral hall, and Boss Zhang was responsible for the negotiation.
He called Boss Zhang. After a while, he found out the whole story, hung up, and sighed.
After delaying the payment for a year, we only paid 70%. We also deducted wages and found reasons to impose fines. Who will die if you don't die? Most of those who can build ancestral temples are people with means.
Moreover, when others came looking for him, Boss Zhang saw that they were easy to talk to, so he promised to pay next month, and then pretended to be missing. Seeing that they did not come to cause trouble, he gradually forgot about it.
"Let's go over there and take a look."
Obtaining the address from Boss Zhang, Li Cang got in the car and went to the rural countryside with the driver, arriving at the ancestral hall of his ancestral home.
Grandeur, this was his first impression when he saw it. It was grand and majestic. The engineering team was very skilled, but this was all a deduction from wages. It really should be a street light.
Li Cang walked around the ancestral hall several times. Many things were placed in a very regular manner, which were all ways to enhance Feng Shui. If they were not disturbed, it would not cause disaster.
Perhaps he had guessed wrong. He opened his Qimen Bureau and looked up at the roof. He noticed a dirty aura and raised his eyebrows.
Li Cang jumped up and landed on the wide beam. He took out his flashlight and shined it towards the place where he felt the breath.
I saw a centipede. It was not alive, but carved on the beam. It looked lifelike. It was probably the source of one of the five poisons.
As the saying goes, if you shine a light on the roof beams on the second day of February, scorpions and centipedes will have nowhere to hide. It seems that Boss Zhang does not have this habit.
This is a kind of win-losing technique. It is said that if a carpenter carves centipedes on the beams, he can invite fairies to punish the owner of the house. If he is really at fault, he will be punished.
Boss Zhang's punishment was not unjust. It is estimated that the main reason for the curse was the lack of payment. The more he delayed, the more he delayed, causing his fortune to plummet.
The only ones who could carve centipedes here were the original engineering team. Li Cang took a photo, jumped down from the beam, and asked Nadutong to find the contact information over there.
But it turned out that I couldn't get through and the number was empty. I guess I knew I had done something wrong and changed my phone.
However, in today's society, escape is impossible. You can retrieve the contract you signed and follow the clues to find an address.
"Momen..."
The address pointed to a sect that was registered anywhere. Li Cang touched his chin. This was not a small sect.
The sect that was once famous for its mechanism skills declined after the Thirty-Six Thieves Incident, but the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse. There are still some branches in various places, and the village here is one of them.
It's too late now. Let Nadutong contact that place first, and then pay a visit. The sects based on Mohist thought should be more sensible and not so innocent, so it shouldn't be a big problem.
Li Cang sent a message to Nadutong, while he stayed in the ancestral hall, looking up at the centipede on the beam, and remembered the saying.
On February 2nd, it was also the time when the dragon raised its head. A dragon-shaped shadow appeared behind him, and on the top, a centipede shadow also appeared, entrenching the beams.
"Debt...pay back..."
A vague voice came into his ears. This fairy was not an animal like Chumaxian who became a spirit without consciousness and was programmed by obsession.
It can be destroyed, but it is not necessary. Li Cang smiled. He thought it was very reasonable and a matter of course, unless Boss Zhang increased the money.
Wang Daozhang spent at least eight figures on Zhang Chulan's request. He just wanted a simple half-a-small goal. He would be obsessed with it, so he had to pay for the damage, but it wasn't too much.
After deciding to visit tomorrow, Li Cang walked out of the ancestral hall, went back to the headquarters, cooked a meal, and started today's practice.
By the next day, Li Cang had already contacted Momen, so he got in the car and drove there, saying that he was in contact nearby and someone would be there to greet him.
The distance was far, and it used to take about two hours. He looked at Momen's information in the car, and then squinted for a while. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the driver was sweating profusely and stopped on a road.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't turn in. It seems to be spinning around here."
Li Cang tilted his head. He opened the Qimen Bureau and raised his eyebrows. This was entering the formation. The Momen used the buildings here to create a pattern.
Wu + Ren, the dragon enters the heavenly prison, all yin and yang are unlucky. Those who come must act according to the rules, otherwise they will be tied up and can't do anything.
No wonder he said he wanted to make contact nearby, but he didn't pay attention at that moment. The driver didn't know the situation and drove directly into the station.
"Let's go this way."
Li Cang got out of the car, sat in the passenger seat, and pointed to the road. People who understand this pattern will naturally find a way to get in. If they don't understand, they can only let people inside bring them in.
After a while, the car entered the village smoothly, and people gradually became visible. The villagers inside paid attention, and few outsiders came.
The car found a place to stop, and Li Cang got off the car. When he was about to call, a young man in gray robe walked over.
"Are you someone who knows everything?"
"Well, could you please lead me out of the way?"
Li Cang got out of the car and communicated with the man. This man was responsible for greeting them and had been waiting early in the morning. Unexpectedly, they rushed in directly.
"Sir, you are very good. You can escape from the formation."
"Know some strange knowledge."
While chatting, the two walked to an ancestral hall. The architectural style was very different from what they had seen before from the Zhang family. In comparison, it was more primitive and had a historical charm.
They walked in. A middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic suit and round-rimmed eyes was sitting on the right side of the ancestral hall, holding a tea cup and taking a sip of tea.
"Uncle Lin, someone who knows everything is here."
He raised his head and Li Cang looked at him. Compared to Boss Zhang, this one looked kind and approachable.
