I am a Feng Shui master, and my master said there are three taboos in this profession: don't look at the outside world, don't look at life and death, and don't look at the tombs of ancestors.
One night this winter, my childhood friend Shunzi came to me and asked me to help him take a look at the Feng Shui of his old house.
After arriving at the destination, a funeral was being held.
There was a corpse parked in the center of the main room. According to local customs, the body was covered with a yellow mattress and a red quilt with white paper on top.
The wind blew in, and the white paper rolled up, revealing a pale face.
I accidentally glanced at it, and my hair stood up instantly.
The person lying inside is actually me!
