First Chapter 33 Downstairs
The next day, Qin Yiheng pulled me out of bed early as usual. We had a simple meal and headed straight to the house. I was quite hesitant before knocking on the door, because it was difficult to talk about such things. I couldn't tell people that the upstairs was haunted and half of the ghosts were in your house. The family would be scared to death.
After a brief thought, I decided that it would be best to use our real identities. As long as we concealed our identities, the family would at least not chase us out. We knocked on the door and a middle-aged woman opened the door. She was quite kind. We briefly explained the reason for our visit, saying that we had taken a liking to the house in this building, but the owner was not at home and we were in a hurry to leave. We hoped to see a house with the same layout so that we would have a better idea. My lie was so perfect that the middle-aged woman was a little suspicious, but perhaps because she saw that we both looked friendly, she hesitated for a moment and still opened the door. After entering the house, we pretended to check the layout and walked around the house, but we were actually mainly looking at the room connected to the bedroom upstairs.
The layout was exactly the same as the one upstairs, so we could easily determine where the bed was placed. But we did find something strange: the family had nailed a board higher up on the wall of this room, and placed a medium-sized jar on it. The board was also pierced, and a hemp rope was hung from the bottom, with a small padlock tied to the end of the rope.
Qin Yiheng pinched me gently and whispered, " We found the problem." I also lowered my voice and asked him what was going on. He pointed to the urn and said, "This family is really weird. They actually put the urn at home, and put it in such a position." I was also shocked when I heard it. Although some people do put urns at home in real life, on the one hand, they often worship; on the other hand, because the deceased are close relatives, the family is not afraid. But even so, the urn or urn should be placed on the shrine. It is indeed a bit weird for this family to put it like this.
We both discussed it quietly and decided that if we wanted to find out the truth, we had to tell the truth. So Qin Yiheng called the middle-aged woman and asked who asked her to put the jar there. The middle-aged woman was a little wary at first and didn't seem to want to speak. But Qin Yiheng told her that although he couldn't take the jar down to look at it now, he could guess that the hemp rope that tied the jar was wrapped around the jar three times, and according to the eight characters, the deceased lacked gold in his life.
The middle-aged woman's face changed immediately when she heard this. She was obviously shocked and asked Qin Yiheng how he knew it.
Qin Yiheng said that this is not difficult. Usually, the so-called eight characters and five elements, the calculated numerological attributes, deficiencies, and strengths are generally supplemented by names. Although the effect is relatively slow, and it takes time to slowly neutralize the deficiencies, it is also the safest and most secure way. And in their family, the dead person must be a direct relative of the owner. If we analyze it from the situation upstairs, it must be a person who died suddenly. And this lock not only makes up for his lack of five elements, but also happens to be a soul-falling object, so that he has been trapped here and cannot be reincarnated. The purpose is to make money.
After that, Qin Yiheng continued to ask the middle-aged woman if there was a jar under her bed filled with compacted clay. The middle-aged woman was completely confused and could only nod quickly.
I was listening carefully at the side, but what Qin Yiheng said was so profound that I only half understood it. But the general idea was that this family used the soul of this wronged person who died suddenly to adjust the yin and yang and five elements of feng shui in their home, which would bring them wealth.
Qin Yiheng saw the middle-aged woman nod and said, "That's right. The purpose of the jar of soil is to neutralize the resentment brought by the wronged soul and try to channel it out from the perspective of the five elements. Although this situation is really useful, your family's business will definitely be smooth sailing in the short term, but in the long run, this wronged soul may break free one day, and then your family will be in trouble."
Qin Yiheng looked around the room and told the middle-aged woman that this was too mean. Besides, the dead were her family members. Why bother doing this? The jar was lifted high and out of touch with the ground. Your house was not on the first floor. If you do this, the wronged soul will never rest in peace.
The middle-aged woman nodded repeatedly after hearing this, saying that the dead man was her husband's brother. However, although she believed what we said was true, she had no choice but to wait for her husband to come back and tell him. However, her husband probably wouldn't listen, after all, business matters were far more important to men than these things.
Qin Yiheng shook his head after hearing this, saying that this was the only way, and took me out. As soon as we left the house, I asked him, now that we know the situation, is there any solution to this house? He said there is a solution, but the solution is actually similar to the one downstairs, which is nothing more than using magic to push the wronged soul downstairs again. But this thing is already very pitiful, and if we do this, it will be even more miserable.
After hearing what he said, I felt a little soft-hearted, but if we don't do this, even if we don't buy this house, it will not only be uninhabitable, but no one will dare to take it over. I wanted to continue discussing countermeasures with Qin Yiheng, but he said that we should ignore it and take the clothes back first.
We didn't go upstairs directly, but prepared some things first. Qin Yiheng bought seven large bowls, all of which were huge and were used to eat noodles with soybean paste. Then he took a taxi to the market in the surrounding towns and bought a few chicks. Then the two of us went back to the house and used transparent tape to stick red lines to connect the seven bowls. We put a living chick under each bowl and finally arranged the bowls. Qin Yiheng carefully moved to the side of the clothes, then picked up the clothes and told me that he did this to connect the yang energy of the seven chicks together. It could be half a person, but it was not a long-term solution. The situation would be solved when the chicks died.
After saying that, Qin Yiheng sighed and said that this matter depends entirely on whether the people downstairs cooperate or not. However, at the moment, it seems that the people downstairs will most likely not care. So we have no way to buy this house and can only continue to wait and see. As for the family still hiding in the hotel, we can do nothing to help them.
Although I was a little unwilling to accept it, after all, I had suffered a lot, but there was nothing I could do about it. Not all houses I took over would be successful. So we had to talk to the owner of the house again, said we would think about it, returned the key, and went back to the hotel.
After returning to the hotel and taking a shower, I suddenly realized that there was an obvious purple palm print on the ankle that was pinched before. Although it didn't hurt to touch, it still made me uncomfortable. Qin Yiheng also seemed to be exhausted. I threw him a cigarette. He smoked half of it and suddenly asked me why Yuan Zhen didn't show up these two days? I suddenly realized that I hadn't seen Yuan Zhen since we broke up downstairs in the house that day. Because Qin Yiheng said before that he had something on him, I specially opened two rooms for him to stay in one room when I came to the hotel this time. I was busy with the affairs of this house these two days and actually ignored him.
I got up and left immediately. I had booked his room, so I knew the room number. I knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered. I asked the front desk, but they said he hadn't checked out yet. I guessed he was bored and went to the bar. When I went back and told Qin Yiheng that Yuan Zhen wasn't in the room, he took a breath and said, "This is bad! He must have gone there early!"
