I only abide by one rule of Feng Shui passed down from my ancestors: I will not touch the haunted houses or murder cases.
But that low-priced river-view room was fundamentally a dead end.
Midnight shuffles, ghosts in mirrors, grave soil on pillows, broken thresholds...
Each one of them steps on the death line of folk taboos.
I use the hexagram to determine the evil, the compass determines the evil, and I can see through it at a glance:
This is not a ghost, it is a feng shui trap set by man!
The developer is an evil master, the building is the center of the formation, and the whole city is at the end of the dragon's veins.
The police talk about evidence, I talk about divination.
The forensic doctor looks at the body, but I look at the shape.
One hexagram determines life and death, one game determines the world.
It doesn't matter whether you have five ghosts to bring you wealth or go against the will of heaven and change your destiny.
If you dare to touch the dragon veins of Jiangcheng, first ask me if I agree with the copper coin in my hand!
