The City Started Its Counterattack From Villain

Three hundred and forty-seventh chapters: For the dead ghost?

Hearing the words in the dialect, Xing Chuan couldn't help but asked with some doubts:

"Why? Didn't I just say it, can children and grandchildren live a hundred years?"

The dialect shrugged his shoulders and said:

"When the Feng Shui bureau is arranged, the air luck reaches a certain level, and it must be properly closed, because the method of the Feng Shui bureau to constrain the air luck is always to compete with the world. Why do we choose the dragon vein? Choose a place with a good terrain? We need to use these Spiritual Qi! Attach to our body, this is called fortune!"

Xing Chuan nodded thoughtfully. Dialect is worthy of being a master's disciple. This is the first time he has heard such a detailed explanation!

The dialect continued to say in a deep voice:

"But surveying Feng Shui is just one of the methods. We call it Kanyu. The place where these mountains and rivers and dragons converge will increase people's luck. This is for help, not for personal use! But the person I saw back then His method is plunder! Forcibly collecting Spiritual Qi from surrounding mountains and rivers, such an act will be condemned by God!"

Condemned by God?

Xing Chuan thought for a while. This is indeed the case. This method sounds very scary. There may be Spiritual Qi that affects the weather. Although there may be exaggerated elements in it, Feng Shui is mysterious and mysterious. Who can say Quasi?

The dialect sighed slightly and continued:

"The consequences of this Feng Shui bureau are also very serious. Although Wu You can sit back and relax within the five generations, after the five generations, it is basically a severance of incense!"

Xing Chuan was stunned for a moment, and said in disbelief:

"The incense is cut off? Is that what I think?"

The dialect nodded, and said in a deep voice:

"Yes, that's it. All Feng Shui will change and will be destroyed! This Master Feng Shui actually knew before this game was arranged, but he still insisted on doing this, everyone has their own ambitions. My Master has nothing to do, just let him go!"

Xing Chuan couldn't help but slap his tongue. It seems that this Feng Shui master's behavior is almost like a fisherman!

Originally, Xing Chuan was still a little excited about this Feng Shui game, but after learning about the end of the Feng Shui division, he immediately put away his thoughts.

Seeing Xing Chuan’s face, the dialect couldn’t help but smiled and said:

"Xing Dage, don't worry, I won't arrange this kind of Feng Shui game. My Master has made some changes to this kind of Feng Shui game. Now this game does not need to absorb the Spiritual Qi from the table, but just borrow it! The disadvantage is that the duration is very short, and it has to be re-arranged every three years!"

Xing Chuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said with a smile:

"Brother Fang, since you say that, then I have to beg you for one thing!"

Where can I not understand the meaning of Xing Chuan in dialects? This is to ask him to help the Xing family arrange such a Feng Shui bureau!

The dialect suddenly smiled and said:

"I will solve the problem of Feng Shui Bureau, but I need to use some manpower and material resources. We have to climb the highest peak of Tan Yingshan first. From there, I can find a suitable entry point before I can move on to the next step. Take this stone wall apart!"

Xing Chuan nodded, and said with a serious face:

"No problem! Just a word from Brother Fang! The Xing family is ready to wait for dispatch!"

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the door, Xing Chuan frowned, stood up and looked outside, and found that it was own assistant.

"whats the matter?"

The assistant said in a deep voice:

"Patriarch, there was a little problem. The murderer who shot at the genius doctor Fang committed suicide!"

Hearing this sentence, the dialect suddenly narrowed his eyes!

Committed suicide?

This thing is getting more and more weird!

Why did this person commit suicide? It stands to reason that sin does not lead to death, right? Is there any other hidden facts in it?

Xing Chuan's face was not very good-looking, and after cursing in his heart, he turned his head and said to the dialect:

"Brother Fang, this matter is left to me, but you also know that people are gone after all, and the things we can find are very limited! So you have to be mentally prepared!"

The dialect nodded solemnly, and said in a deep voice:

"It's okay, then this matter will trouble you!"

Xing Chuan understood, stood up and left the room.

...

Shangri-La Hotel, Penthouse Suite.

Lin Moyuan looked at the news in front of him with no expression on his face, but his fingers were constantly rubbing the mobile phone in his hand.

At this moment, a clear reminder sounded from the mobile phone, and Lin Moyuan opened it and took a look, then smiled.

The message was sent by Lu Xiyao, and there were only two letters on it, but in the code that Lin Moyuan and Lu Xiyao got better, these two letters represented the success of the plan.

However, Lin Moyuan's remarks on Lu Xiyao's mobile phone are the No. 1 Bank of Gangdong City!

This is why Xing Chuan could not find any suspicious information from Lu Xiyao's mobile phone.

In fact, Lu Xiyao was very lucky. The whole Xing family regarded this girl as an ordinary girl, just a female college student who had some luck.

No one knows that Lu Xiyao is still a spy!

For the next thing, Lin Moyuan didn't act too hastily, just let Lu Xiyao continue to stay at Xing's house, but he left the hotel and rushed to Wang's house.

Lu Xiyao told Lin Moyuan about the dialect's exploration of Tan Yingshan Feng Shui. Lin Moyuan was very curious about the behavior of the dialect. Tan Yingshan's stone wall seemed not to be a good place, right?

Why both Xing Chuan and Dialect kept their eyes on this stone wall?

Lin Moyuan was not a local, so he didn't know as many locals, so naturally, Lin Moyuan hit Wang Yan's idea.

When Lin Moyuan found Wang Yan, Wang Yan had just finished a family meeting and announced that at the business summit, the Wang family would receive three seats. The whole Wang family was full of joy.

"I said, why is there no movement from the Xing family? The business summit is such an important occasion, don't they plan to participate?"

Upon hearing Lin Moyuan's question, Wang Yan said helplessly:

"What is your quota? It's not just you. You have a lot of places. On the other hand, look at other companies. All the places are not 300 or 200. The Xing family also has an own relationship. A few places shouldn't be difficult!"

Lin Moyuan suddenly realized it, and then felt a bit awkward. After all, he didn't care much about this business summit. As the organizer, he didn't know as much as Wang Yan!

"How is Mohe's situation?"

Upon hearing Lin Moyuan's words, Wang Yan said with a smile:

"Worry about Madam Young? Don't worry, Shao Lin, Madam Young is doing much better now than you! My Wang family is almost confessing to the emperor!"

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