Everyone in Zhenbeicheng knew that Zhong He, the widow of Hezhuang, was dead.
I lost my footing and fell into the river at noon. When I fished it out, my body was completely cold.
The fisherman shook his head, and passers-by sighed, saying that her life was miserable——
Her husband died in the war, and she was kicked out of the house by her husband's family. She took a son and a daughter with her, and finally sent her son to study, but she fell to death in the river.
No one knew that in the next second, a soul was replaced in the cold body.
As soon as I opened my eyes, my mouth was full of water, and two lifetimes of memories were blasted into my mind.
The modern Feng Shui mastermind opened his eyes and transformed into a miserable widow who had just drowned.
What's even more frightening is that as soon as I opened my eyes, the entire town's dragon veins, evil spirits, and evil places in the underworld were all clearly laid out in front of me.
The old locust trees are entangled with evil spirits, and the river bank is gathering shade. The place under your feet is not a "slip" at all, but someone who is killing you alive.
I stood up with my soaked body and spoke softly to the villagers in a yard who were retreating in shock:
"I didn't slip and fall into the water."
"Someone is taking advantage of Feng Shui to kill me."
