I stood under the crooked tree, squinted my eyes and looked at the Feng Shui pattern of this family. With just one glance, I could see how bad the place was.

I really didn't expect that people could live in such a place. The most important thing is that they moved their house away and he came back.

This is a typical five ghosts carrying coffin!

Fatty Wu came over and asked me: "Mr. Li, what's the matter?"

I pointed to the surrounding terrain and explained to him: "Look, how about the mountain behind this family?"

Fatty Wu shook his head and said, "It's uneven, and there are even sharp corners to press the head, all of which are evil."

"Yes, this is called the evil-shaped gathering top, which presses on their heads. In this situation, you can't struggle anyway and are always suppressed. Looking at the surrounding terrain, there is a small road in each direction of southeast, west and north. In addition, there are exactly five roads in front of their door. Do you need to take a closer look at whether these five roads look like five sticks?"

Fatty Wu yelled: "Yes, it's true!"

"This creates a pattern of "Five Ghosts Carrying the Coffin". Can living people live in the coffin with the Five Ghosts Carrying the Coffin?"

Fatty Wu shook his head: "This is definitely not possible! I'm going, why do they want to live here? They also build a tin house."

I shouted, "This is fate. Some people should do this, and he will do this. Even if someone pulls him, he will not change."

"People living in such places will have many diseases and disasters at the least, and their families will be destroyed. It is extremely difficult to want descendants. At least five children will die to get one survive, and the surviving one is extremely poor."

"Did you see the dry ditch next to the crooked neck tree?" I asked Fatty Wu.

Fatty Wu nodded and said, "I saw it, I know that the ditch shows a rebellious bow to his family, which is very unfavorable to their family. It will lead to poor health in the family and in severe cases it will induce epilepsy."

I nodded and said, "Yes, that's what causes him epilepsy."

Fatty Wu sighed and said, "I didn't expect that Feng Shui is so extensive. Let's stand here and figure out the situation in his family."

I nodded: "Yes, everything is destined. If a person's life becomes like this, he will inevitably experience these things. One life, two fortunes, and three Feng Shui seems to be irrelevant, but in fact they are closely related."

For example, some people have disasters when they are fifty, and they show their horoscopes, and they really induce heart disease when they are fifty. That year may be the year of fire, and before that, he may have just lived in a house in the middle of a toilet.

If the toilet is in the middle, it will have a direct impact on the male owner's heart. Therefore, it is difficult for you to say that the eight characters have nothing to do with Feng Shui.

Of course, if this person believes in Feng Shui, find someone to take a look before living in a house to avoid the problem of toilet centering.

Then this person's disaster may be just a porridge moss growing on his chest, which effectively avoids bigger problems.

This is why Feng Shui is ranked third, because Feng Shui is the only one that can be adjusted and can also minimize disasters.

At this moment, the door of the iron room opened with a "creak".

A man with a hunched back walked out with a wooden stick. As soon as he walked out, he froze when he saw me.

He looked at us vigilantly, his eyes kept looking at me, his eyes a little strange, as if he was afraid of us.

He was about the early forties, but his head was gray and white, his left leg was obviously inflexible, and he limped when walking. The most eye-catching thing was his right hand, his five fingers curled like chicken feet, and could not fully stretch. This is what Zhao Yunyun said about the "sow mad" patient.

"What are you... doing?" The man's voice was hoarse and his eyes were filled with defense.

Just as I was about to speak, a woman with a big belly walked out of the room. She looked a little sloppy and her eyes were as scared as she saw us. When she saw us, she immediately nervously grabbed the corner of the man's clothes and made a "ah ah" sound from her mouth. She was the man's mute wife.

Fatty Wu was about to speak, but the man suddenly became excited: "Is he here to demolish the house again? Let me tell you, even if I die, I will die here! There is no dilapidated house in the town, what did we eat when we move in?"

"Get out, you leave my house, leave my house." As he said that, he picked up a wooden stick and was about to hit us.

His wife also made a big fuss with her babbling, and it can be seen that they have been "bullied" a lot.

I quickly waved my hand and explained, "Brother, you misunderstood. We are not here to demolish the house, we are here to help the poor. After hearing about your family's affairs, I came here to find out."

I try to calm myself as much as possible and speak with infectiousness.

The man frowned and looked at me, skeptical, but the mute wife suddenly pointed at my cloth bag and called out twice.

The man's face was slightly slower: "A Xiu said that you don't look like cadres, who are you?"

Only then did I notice that the mute's eyes were extremely clear. Although they could not speak, their eyes were very lively and seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

I smiled and said, "We are indeed not cadres, we are here to understand the situation. Brother, what's your name?"

I try to calm their emotions first!

"Chen, Chen Dazhu." The man's tone was a little softer, but he was still on guard: "You really aren't here to demolish our house?"

“Yes, no!”

Fatty Wu reacted quickly, took out his wallet and took out a few hundred-dollar bills and handed them to Chen Dazhu, saying, "Brother Chen, this is our intention. Look, if it is really a demolition, can you give you money?"

Seeing the money, the man's alertness was obviously relaxed. He hesitated for a moment and finally turned sideways and made way open the door: "Then... Then come in and sit down. The family's conditions are poor, don't dislike it."

When I walked into the iron room, the scene inside was worse than that outside. The space less than twenty square meters was separated by a rag curtain. The front half was filled with a simple stove and a lame table, and the second half should be a place to sleep.

There were a few sacks piled up in the corner of the wall, which seemed to be food. There were a few water stains from the roof from the leaking rain, and the walls were covered with old newspapers to block the wind.

The woman brought us two small stools and gestured to pour water. I quickly waved my hand and said no.

The man sat on the edge of the bed and sighed: "You can see it too. My family is just like this, it's poor. I've been sick since I was born and got mad at the age of ten. Over the years, I've been tortured by madness by sows."

After saying that, he lifted his trouser legs and on his calves, I saw a striking scar.

He was burned by fire. He should have been cooking when he was sick and burned.

"There's still here!" He put his hand in front of us, which was also a serious burn, causing his five fingers to turn into chicken feet.

"These are burns when the disease occurs!"
Chapter completed!