When Xie Zhipeng spoke to this point, both I and Wen Shu were stunned. This is too absurd. If a building has seven casualties every year, it would be considered the most murderous building in Harbin.

  But then Xie Zhipeng paused for a moment and continued with a painful expression.

  Since his girlfriend died, he has been depressed for more than a month. However, he still needs to continue living. Just the night before last, when he was working overtime again, something terrifying happened. At that time, he was listlessly rushing through a report in front of the computer in the office. Suddenly, at 3 o'clock in the morning, the lights in the office went out. He immediately broke into a cold sweat, remembering his girlfriend's strange death and feeling very scared. He hastily rummaged through the drawer to find a flashlight.

  But just then, he suddenly heard a "ding ding ding" sound, as if someone was knocking on the window. Good heavens! This is the tenth floor! He immediately felt a chill run down his spine, and he trembled as he turned his head to look towards the window.

  All that was seen was a woman's enormous face outside the window. It was as big as half a window. With disheveled hair and a pale complexion like white paper, it appeared so eerie in the dark night, with a pair of eyes as large as tennis balls staring straight at him. Smiling eerily, the most terrifying thing was that it had no chin, from the upper lip down was a blurry hole of flesh and blood, a tongue as long as a scarf twisted out from inside, knocking against the window again and again.

  At that time, Xie Zhipeng almost fainted, this was really too scary!!! He shouted loudly and was scared to sit on the ground, his whole body trembling non-stop.

  He thought to himself, is this a dream? Or an illusion? If it's a dream, then wake up quickly! This is too torturous!! But, this isn't a dream, this is reality. The person outside the window saw his appearance and smiled slyly, then used their disgusting tongue to write a "five" character on the window in a twisted motion. After finishing, they glanced at him once, then disappeared.

  As the head outside the window disappeared, the lights also came on. Everything returned to normal, and the entire office could hear Xie Zhipeng's heavy breathing. Was this an illusion?

  No, because the sticky-like characters on the window didn't disappear. Xie Zhipeng stared at the strange 'five' character on the window, his hands covering his head as he sat on the ground shivering with fear.

  It wasn't easy to make it through the second night, and as soon as dawn broke, he returned home, feeling completely exhausted. He collapsed onto his bed and fell into a deep sleep. Strangely enough, in his dream, he saw his deceased girlfriend for the first time. She told him that although they didn't have any special feelings when she was alive, she couldn't bear to see him suffer misfortune. In the dream, she instructed him to find some capable masters as soon as he woke up, perhaps they could help him.

  Then he woke up, repeatedly thinking about what happened last night and what his girlfriend said to him in the dream. Although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he felt scared, so he hastily opened his computer and asked in the company's QQ group if anyone knew those so-called 'Mister'. Coincidentally, a colleague had once received guidance from Mr. Wen. So he told Xie Zhipeng the address of Fuzetang. So he found this place early this morning.

  Then there's no need to say more about what happened next.

  After hearing what happened to him, both I and Uncle Wen were shocked. Especially that huge woman's head he encountered - who knows what kind of evil spirit it was? Just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine.

  Xie Zhipeng finished telling his story and asked Wen Shu in a frightened and flustered tone: "Master Wen, do you think I'm really on the verge of going crazy? Can you save me? I'll give you as much money as you want, just please save my life!"

  Wen Shu seemed to think that this matter was indeed too fishy, and if things went wrong, it would definitely ruin his reputation. But as soon as he heard the words "any amount of money is fine", his small eyes lit up instantly. He put on a profound and mysterious expression, sighed, and said in a loud voice: "Alas, originally this matter of fate is not something that people like us who cultivate the Tao should interfere with, but since you and I have a predestined relationship, I'll make an exception just this once, take me to calculate it."

  After finishing speaking, the old man started rubbing his fingers again. Xie Zhipeng saw that Wen Shu's expression was solemn and dignified, with an air of elegance and refinement. But in my opinion, this old fellow seemed to be making up a script on the spot. The way he rubbed his fingers looked just like he was counting money.

  Before long, Wen Shu opened his eyes and said to Xie Zhi Peng: "As the saying goes, dreams are omens of good or bad fortune. The female ghost you encountered is a mouse spirit that has become a malevolent entity. It was bitten on the chin by its own kind while fighting, and because of the evil aura of the building, it was summoned here. Now that it has found you, you can't escape. You will surely die nine times and live once."

  I was both angry and amused in my heart, thinking that this old swindler always says the same nonsense when cheating people, really lacking creativity. But how could Xie Zhipeng know what kind of medicine Wen Shu's old gourd sells? I saw him listening to Wen Shu finish speaking, even having the heart to kneel down for Wen Shu, and he hastily begged Wen Shu to save his life.

  Then Wen Shu sighed and said to him, "Alright, since we have a predestined relationship, I'll fight that demon for you! Now I'm giving you this yellow talisman, remember to wear it with you at all times. Remember, don't spread the word about this now, or its power will be lost. If that demon can still harm you later on, then that's just fate."

  At this time, Xie Zhipeng was at a loss for what to do. Seeing that there was a 'lifeline' in front of him, how could he not grab onto it? So he hastily thanked Wen Shu again and again, bowing deeply to him.

  The fake token was sold by Wen Shu for 888 again.

  When I went to the warehouse to get the token, I started thinking about this matter in my heart. It was indeed very dangerous, but the shock in my heart still came from those people who worked in that building. Don't they fear death?

  I'm puzzled, is money really that important in today's society? Why do so many people know there's danger but still don't withdraw early? Can money buy life? If someone dies, where can they spend the money? In hell? It seems like RMB isn't circulating in hell. They use Tian Di Bank's underworld currency, 5 yuan can buy several billion.

  I really can't understand them, don't they know that money is just enough to get by? Even if it means risking their lives, they still want to keep chasing after wealth. Perhaps only when death arrives will they finally realize that everything in life is just an accessory.

  But when it really comes to that time, it's too late. This is exactly the product of a deformed society. It has to be said that it's a tragedy.

  As for that "Diao Ke Zhong Jin", I haven't heard of it, but it looks quite eerie. If it's about writing a horror story, then it's easy to say, my and Lao Yi's current cultivation can basically eliminate ordinary evil things, but if it's really a place with bad feng shui that causes evil spirits, then it would be troublesome.

  The so-called fierce and evil places are due to the natural or man-made lack of five elements, which I mentioned earlier. All things in this world are composed of water, earth, fire, wood, and gold. Originally, the land on this earth was not discussed as auspicious or inauspicious, but due to the ghostly craftsmanship of nature, it is said that three hundred years ago, the mountains and rivers changed, and the surrounding environment changed, sometimes forming a certain momentum, creating good fortune and evil places. Later generations also began to study these geographical changes to bring themselves some benefits, and over time, a subject was formed, which is "Feng Shui".

  The so-called Feng Shui originated from the "Book of Burial": "When Qi rides the wind, it disperses; when it encounters water, it stops. The ancients gathered it to prevent dispersion and guided it to make it stop, hence the name Feng Shui."

  The land is blessed with wind and water, the five elements are complete, and the five kinds of gas are very sufficient, resulting in various names of auspicious places. Building a yang house here will bring prosperity to humans and animals, wealth will flow in, and longevity will increase. Building a yin house can bless future generations, people will be settled and prosperous.

  The land of murder and calamity is mostly a place where the wind does not blow and the water does not flow, lacking one or two of the five elements. If it lacks three or more, it belongs to the land of great calamity. If this place is used to build a yang house, then it will be lightly unfavorable for wealth and business decline, and severely, it will not end well. If it is used to build a yin house, it will be even worse, mostly forming a place where corpses are kept, the corpse does not decay, forming what is called "zombie", and the calamity of the land affects future generations, often leaving few descendants.

  It seems that the building of the Yuan Group is built on a site with a history of violent deaths, which will attract and accumulate vengeful spirits from the surrounding area. The so-called "guests bringing gold" are actually these filthy things. Thinking about it, seven lives are lost every year, and the resentful spirits of the dead will continue to accumulate. Over time, this place will become more and more ominous. If left unchecked, a major disaster is bound to occur sooner or later.

  To be honest, I'm clueless about Feng Shui. All I know is some superficial knowledge. Thinking back to the past, many of those Taoist priests were well-versed in this art and knew how to "ward off evil spirits with water". However, now that Taoism has declined, the technique of "warding off evil spirits with water" has almost become extinct.

  If that place is indeed extremely inauspicious, even if you get rid of the filthy things in front of your eyes, it's still treating the symptoms but not the root cause. The inauspicious land has the characteristic of absorbing souls, and if you don't thoroughly break the Feng Shui of this piece of land, it will continue to harm people. After all, moving the headquarters of the Yuan family is unrealistic.

  But anyway, I have to try, because if I can get some clues from the vengeful spirit, maybe there will be a lead on the escaped female ghost, although the chances are slim. But I couldn't just stand by and watch Xie Zhipeng die like that, he's completely innocent, and his girlfriend was also killed in this mess.

  I'm all too familiar with the feeling of losing someone you love, and my experience was just a simple heartbreak. But Xie Zhipeng's situation is truly a matter of life and death. The taste must be unbearable.

  Although I always found excuses for myself at that time, it wasn't until later when I had a drink with Lao Yi that he told me something: You're always making excuses for yourself, but to be honest, your heart is just too soft.

  At that time, however, I didn't notice this point until later when many unexpected things happened to me and I gradually realized it. But these are all afterwords, which will not be mentioned here for the time being.

  After I made up my mind, I took the token and went back to the house. Xie Zhipeng took the token and stood up to bid farewell. I pretended to send him off, then quietly followed him outside and said: "Actually, my master is softhearted, he doesn't want to see you in danger, so he wants me to protect you, when are you going to work overtime again?"

  Xie Zhipeng saw me and said, "Thank you so much, Uncle Wen is really a good person! I was originally going to work overtime tonight, but because of fear, I wanted to ask for leave."

  I whispered to him: "Don't ask for leave, you still work overtime tonight as usual. I'll make preparations and you give me your phone number. We'll meet up tonight, how about that?"

  Xie Zhipeng seemed to not want to continue torturing himself like this, and instead of hiding for a day and counting the days, he might as well understand early on. When he saw that I was Master Wen's disciple, he thought that all of this was arranged by Master Wen for me to do, so he gratefully told me his phone number. Then he took a taxi and left.

  After watching him leave, I took out my phone and sent a text message to Yi Xinxing.

  Lao Yi, something has come up, get ready, come find me after work tonight.

  After sending the message, I turned around and went back to the house. Who would have thought that at the end of the year, such a thing would still happen? Alright, let me make a summary for this unlucky year tonight!

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