The middle-aged man's soul body made a heart-wrenching scream.

"Oh, so that's the case." Huang Xiaolong suddenly realized.

The so-called cemetery house is the place where the coffin of our ancestors is buried, and the place where our ancestors can rest forever.

When a yang house, you should look at Feng Shui, and when a yin house, you should also pay attention to Feng Shui.

It can even be said that the Feng Shui of a tomb is more important than the Feng Shui of a home.

If ancestors are buried in an excellent Feng Shui place, they will surely bring good luck to their descendants. On the contrary, if Feng Shui is not good, future generations will be in a bad mood, and if the worst is bad, the family will be broken.

Originally, the mountains behind this urban village were Feng Shui treasure land, where the tombs of the residents’ ancestors were buried here. Not to mention the success, but at least they were safe and happy.

Now, the tomb of the so-called richest man in the urban village, the ancestors of the Hu family, moved to the back mountain, and arranged a Yin evil formation, which swallowed all the luck of the Yin house within a radius of ten kilometers.

This leads to the fact that all the residents of the urban villages are full of bad luck, one is more unlucky than the other. They either lose their wallets or are robbed, or they are divorced due to dissatisfaction, want children but cannot get pregnant, lose money in business, and run into ghosts at night...

On the contrary, the Hu family is now awesome. Today, Huang Xiaolong has also met the young master of the Hu family. He has a red face, and his horse's hooves are thrilling in spring breeze, and his fortune and sex are both rich and beautiful...

One life, two fortunes, and three Feng Shui. The influence of Feng Shui on people is three, and the yin house accounts for 30% of the influence.

In other words, the Hu family arranged a formation in the cemetery of the Houshan Mountain to completely plunder the fortune of the yin house buried there. Then they built houses in the urban village and arranged a "spirit trapping array" to deprive all the fortune of the yang house.

He is not leaving a way out for people! This is to make everyone in the village in the city die of bad luck and death!

"Then what, I'll show you the appearance." Huang Xiaolong not only knows how to look at people, but also looks at ghosts. He looked at the face of the soul and body of middle-aged people and said slowly. "The person is deep and long, and the children are standing in the hall. A line among people is difficult to meet. A person is flat and not a relative child. A person is a nest, and not many children are too many. A person is as big as a bean, at most two children. A daughter is auspicious, and a boy will not die. A person is a horizontal line among people, and a son is lonely. A person is a bag, but a daughter is not a boy... Your ghost appearance is deep and long, with a wide chin, and a good fortune. Your children should live a carefree life and will never die prematurely. Your son suffers from the late stage of liver cancer. When he dies, he is less than 30 years old... Well, this is because your family's cemetery has luck, and his descendants are killed in vain..."

"Hehe, it seems that this man surnamed Hu is much more perverted and profound than the Zhou Ji... he is in a corner, but he is doing something like a turmoil and resentful... Haha! I met him today, I have to have fun with him..." Huang Xiaolong's face was full of excitement. "The family is prosperous, and the families are declining... Hehe, he is a cruel person... Now... I... I really... look forward to it..."

In fact, to destroy the prosperity of a family and the suffering of thousands of descendants, you only need to break the Yin evil formation arranged by the Hu family in the cemetery behind the mountain.

This is simply a trivial matter for Huang Xiaolong!

"Okay, okay, don't wander in the world." Huang Xiaolong turned his head to look at the middle-aged man's soul body with a resentful look on his face. "You, you will soon become a ghost. At that time, you will harm others everywhere and cause harm to the other side. I will beat you to death. So... send you to the underworld to reincarnate. Don't worry, I will avenge your son's revenge for you. The Hu family, the richest man in this urban village, has a huge crime. I will knock their whole family into a stone mill hell, grind it into meat sauce, and then reshape your soul body and then grind it... Grind it and make them feel good."

After saying that, Huang Xiaolong didn't care whether the middle-aged man's soul body was willing or not, so he took out the ghost tube, lifted the lid, and put it away.

Suddenly, the temperature in the yard became hotter and the evening breeze blew, and the anger swayed.

At this time, Song Yuru was already carrying a few plates of steaming dishes and walked out of the kitchen. After some busyness, her red face was as beautiful as a flower, and a trace of fragrant sweat came out. She was like a flower with dewdrops, dancing in the wind, fragrant and beautiful.

"Big wife, thank you for your hard work." Huang Xiaolong grinned.

"You, you know how to eat it ready." Song Yuru threw a charming look at Huang Xiaolong. "Well, I made sweet and sour pork ribs. Remember to eat more."

"Wow, my wife is so virtuous and can cook! I will have a good taste in the future!" Huang Xiaolong said deliberately exaggeratedly.

Dinner was eaten on the stone table in the yard.

A very hearty supper, including chicken, duck, fish, shrimp, crab and seasonal vegetables, and the taste was also good.

Huang Xiaolong's eating was still so cruel, and he was voracious, which made Song Yuru cough repeatedly, making him pay attention to his image. Song's mother and Song's father were cheering on the side, picking up food for Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong ate five bowls of white rice in a row, and it was a bucket of rice.

"Xiaolong... are you... are you very hungry?" Song Yuru was speechless.

"Not that." Huang Xiaolong said while squeezing the rice. "I still have some things to do later, so I have to eat more and have the strength to eat when I'm full."

That’s right, Huang Xiaolong has to dig the Hu family’s ancestral grave later. How can he not eat enough?

"Uh... Xiaolong, it's almost 9 o'clock after dinner. What else do you have to do?" Song's mother asked curiously.

"Ah, that's it..." Huang Xiaolong naturally could not reveal the truth and said vaguely, "Little things, uncles and aunts, are all trivial things... Don't ask...hehehehe."

Although Huang Xiaolong's eating habits were a bit ugly, the atmosphere of the meal was very good, and the food was warm and family-friendly.

At this moment, just after the meal was finished and before washing the dishes, I saw a large group of people rushing directly to Song Yuru's door.

This group of people, including men and women, old and young, was led by an old man in his sixties and seventies.

"Huh? Village Chief, are you here?" Seeing the old man, Song's father and Song's mother immediately put down their bowls and chopsticks and stood up with a respectful expression on their faces.

The old man in his sixties and seventies was the village chief of this urban village. He was a cadre of all sizes. He has always been fair and fair in his work, and has a high prestige in urban villages.

"Oh~ Yuru's daughter is also home?" The village chief looked at Song Yuru, then glanced at Huang Xiaolong for a few seconds, with a hint of curiosity and expectation in his eyes. "Xiao Song, I heard you say in the afternoon that you were driving in the city, and something happened, and you were beaten to a cerebral hemorrhage and fell into a coma... Is it okay now? I'll come and see you."
Chapter completed!