The fortune teller who set up a stall became the first strategist of the Republic of China

"Did Director Yang ask you to borrow money last year, but you refused?" Gao Qingqiu said calmly.

The wife raised an eyebrow, "You...know all this?"

"To tell you the truth, he hates you because you didn't lend him money. He asked a very evil person to cast a spell on these two stone lions." Gao Qingqiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the two stone lions.

"Then what should we do?"

Gao Qingqiu gestured with his hands towards a large mirror and said, "Just put the large mirror in front of your door."

At this time, the wife's husband came out of the house, "Who is making so much noise here?"

My wife’s husband is Chen Gexin.

Chen Gexin looked at Gao Qingqiu, walked over and pushed him, "Who are you? Get out!"

The wife said sternly, "This is the Feng Shui master I invited. Please don't be disrespectful!"

"Feng Shui master? Humph, you're just a greenhorn, and you dare to show off your skills in front of my house!" Chen Gexin said sarcastically.

Gao Qingqiu shook his head and walked to the right.

The wife caught up and said, "Hey, don't leave, come to my house and take a look."

Gao Qingqiu didn't even turn his head. "This person is hopeless. You're on your own."

"Oh!"

A Chevrolet on the road rushed to the wife's door and knocked Chen Gexin down.

Blood flowed all over the floor.

The wife covered her ears and screamed.

……

Everything happened as Gao Qingqiu expected. Chen Gexing survived, but he was disabled and unable to move.

He needs a nurse to take care of his eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

My wife is exhausted.

"This is a haunted house. I want to sell it." The wife's tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Director Yang's house is a haunted house. Your family is very lucky, so don't sell your house within 3 to 3 years. After 3 years, you can sell it." Gao Qingqiu calculated with his fingers.

The wife wants to give Gao Qingqiu some money.

Gao Qingqiu declined, "Your master has suffered a great disaster. I don't want this money."

After saying that, he walked out of the hospital.

He came to Hanpin Road and ate a bowl of eel noodles.

He overheard two people sitting next to him talking about the bridge they were building: "They couldn't drive the piles in, and when they did, they saw blood all over the place, which was terrifying. They even asked the abbot of Shanmu Temple to perform rituals, but it was of no use."

Let's take a look and see what kind of ghost is causing trouble.

Gao Qingqiu asked along the way and arrived at the construction site near the bridge.

There were a lot of unburned yellow papers scattered by the river.

There was only one bridge pier built in the water by the river.

"Who's here?"

Gao Qingqiu looked back and saw a short and fat man.

"Who are you?" Gao Qingqiu asked.

The short fat man squinted his eyes and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I've also heard some of what happened here. But I have a solution." Gao Qingqiu said seriously.

"Hahahaha, you little brat, you're so arrogant. Tell me, what can you do?"

Gao Qingqiu pointed at the stream and said, "The place where you're driving the piles is exactly where the white dragon is lurking. You've injured its claws. You must move to another location."

"Hahahaha, do you know how much money we have spent? You said to change places, so we change places? You will compensate for the loss?" The short and fat man was very cold.

"Okay, you don't want to listen, right? I'm leaving. I'm meddling in other people's business!" Gao Qingqiu's face turned red with anger.

"Go wherever it's cool. You want to pretend to be a Feng Shui master and cheat me of my money? Humph!" The short and fat man had a lot of white in his eyes.

Gao Qingqiu had not taken ten steps when he heard a deafening noise coming from behind him.