Chapter 253: Ghost blowing southeast fire

"The surface of this room is a strong sword, but it actually contains many other kinds of qi. After just a round of testing, there are seven other invisible qi in this room."
After the test, Fang Ming spoke, and he finally understood why Che Wenjun was in such a short period of time.
Ordinary people encounter one kind of suffocation is terrifying enough, and Che Wenjun encountered eight kinds at once. To be honest, Che Wenjun is still alive now.
"Mr. Fang, what should I do now, is there any way to resolve it?"
Knowing that he was entangled with eight kinds of qi, even if he didn't know exactly what qi means, but Che Wenjun also knew the seriousness of the matter from Luo Jincheng's expression.
Fang Ming didn't speak. If it was just to dispel the evil spirits, it wouldn't be difficult. Anyway, Che Wenjun had already moved away from here. As long as he got a magic weapon like Huasha to wear on his body, it would naturally dissipate after a long time. .
But I don't know why, when I saw this house, Fang Ming felt a vague feeling that some details were missing.
It seems that he has forgotten something very important.
While Fang Ming was thinking about this, a sharp scolding came from the door of the room.
"Che Wenjun, you still have a face to come to my house, you compensate the old lady for the loss."
Appearing at the door is Zhang Sufen, the landlord of this house. Zhang Sufen saw Che Wenjun and immediately turned his teeth into a shrew. "I rented the house to you, earning you thousands of dollars a month, but now the house is dead, How do you ask me to rent it in the future?"
"The girl in your family, she wanted to die. Why not go to your own house to die, but die to me."
Zhang Sufen was angry. When Che Wenjun's wife came here to look for Zhao Qian, she was ready to commit suicide. The bag was filled with pesticides, so after pushing Zhao Qian down the stairs, directly He committed suicide by taking pesticides in this room.
"Sister Cai, my wife is dead. Can your mouth be clean?"
Che Wenjun's face was also sinking, but Cai Sufang didn't care anymore, "Clean, you can ask me to speak clean, you can buy me this house, I promise not to say a word, I can also spend money to ask the Taoist Come here to do a magic for your wife to overdo her, lest she be a ghost to come to you."
"When I was looking for Xiaosan, I didn't see you thinking about your wife. Now I know how to protect your wife. In short, don't want to leave without giving money today."
Hearing Zhang Sufen's words, Che Wenjun showed a bitter look on his face, because he could not refute Zhang Sufen's words for a while.
Fang Ming on the side ignored Zhang Sufen's ridicule and ridicule of Che Wenjun, his eyes brightened, because he finally knew what details he had ignored.
Che Wenjun's wife committed suicide by taking pesticides here.
"Huh, weren't you the young man who wanted to rent a house last time?"
Zhang Sufen also saw Fang Ming at this time, and suddenly recognized, "Why are you coming to my house?"
"If you still want to rent this house in the future, then shut your mouth."
Fang Ming, a woman like Zhang Sufen, has no good feelings. A typical woman who sees money as her life, even if Che Wenjun is wrong, but Che Wenjun's wife is innocent, and is dead, there is no eloquence for a dead person. People can imagine their qualities.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Sufen stopped, "I tell you, I just rented this house."
However, when he said this, Zhang Sufen's eyes were a little flustered.
"Are you sure? The strange sound that sounded every night really makes those tenants dare to live here?" Fang Ming sneered at Zhang Sufen.
"You... what are you talking about!"
When Zhang Sufen said this, he did not dare to stare at Fang Ming. This allowed Fang Ming to confirm his judgment, and he was also tentative when he just said this.
"What do I say? You have a heart in mind." Fang Ming sneered again and again, "Che Wenjun's wife died here, her soul can't leave. If you scold her in this house, are you afraid that she will find you at night?"
"All right, Brother Luo, let's go, let this house be haunted, and then see what she does."
After talking, Fang Ming walked towards the door step by step. Although Luo Jincheng was a little puzzled, he still left with his co-operation. He sighed while walking, "Such heavy grief, people die here, ghosts. The grievances are concentrated, and within a month will inevitably become a ghost."
Zhang Sufen saw that Fang Ming and Luo Jincheng were going away, and her eyes rolled a few times, especially Luo Jincheng's words made her tremble, and quickly blocked the door with an obese body.
"You are not allowed to go!"
"This is your house, you can not let us stay here, but it seems that you have no right to let us not leave." Fang Ming looked at Zhang Sufen without expression.
"You...you have to go there and take away the ghost of his wife before you can go."
Hearing Zhang Sufen's words, Fang Ming smiled and laughed loudly, and asked only after half a sound: "Why?"
"In short...you are not allowed to go anyway."
"Unreasonable trouble."
Fang Ming didn't pay any attention to Zhang Sufen and walked directly towards the door. As for Zhang Sufen wanting to stop, a flashed body easily escaped.
After walking out of the door, Fang Ming turned back and said: "If you don't believe it, you can now light a candle or something in the southeast corner to see if the flames will go out. After all, ghosts like to blow the fire in the southeast corner."
When Fang Ming left, Luo Jincheng naturally followed, and with Luo Jincheng's face full of beards, Zhang Sufen wilted as soon as he glared. Although Che Wenjun was puzzled, these two left him and he was useless. Zhang Sufen followed.
Entering the elevator, Che Wenjun couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Fang, do we really leave like this?"
"Wait, someone will cry and beg us to go back."
Fang Ming's face showed a determined smile, but before they walked out of the door of the community, behind them, Zhang Sufen's anxious shouts came.
"Stop, stop now!"
Che Wenjun turned his head and saw Zhang Sufen rushed over gaspingly. His face was no longer the spicy color before, and some were only panic and fear.
"Flame, the flame is really... really extinguished."
Zhang Sufen's voice was horrified, because just after holding a try mentality, she took a piece of paper and ignited it with kitchen gas and placed it in the southeast corner of the hall. As a result, the good paper that was originally burnt out instantly And at that moment Zhang Sufen also felt a cold air strike, as if someone had blown out the fire behind her.
Thinking of what Fang Ming said earlier, and recently, some neighbors upstairs and downstairs reacted, and a strange voice came out in the house at night, and Zhang Sufen’s cold sweat suddenly appeared, regardless of anything, just directly Rushed towards the stairs.
That’s right, she didn’t dare to take the elevator, because she chose to take the elevator to wait for the elevator to arrive on the floor, but she didn’t dare to stop for a moment, for fear that there would be a terrible presence after a short while, so she chose to run from the stairs .
Fang Ming looked at Zhang Sufen with a smile, "Why, believe me this time?"
"I believe it, I believe it."
Zhang Sufen nodded hurriedly, could you believe it, then the exuberant fire was extinguished, and it would be strange to say there was no ghost.
"Believe it, that's good."
Fang Ming nodded, but at the next moment he walked towards the door of the community again, leaving Zhang Sufen who had not responded yet.
"Don't go, please don't go first."
"Strange, why don't I leave, there are ghosts in your house and it has nothing to do with me?"
"Can you help me to catch the ghost and then go, I can give you money, give you money." Zhang Sufen said almost crying, do not know whether it is because of fear or because of the need to spend money.
"Money, how much can you give me?"
"One thousand, one thousand is not enough, not enough, I will add two thousand." Zhang Sufen saw Fang Ming lift his foot and left, quickly raising the price.
"How much is your house worth?" Fang Ming asked with a smile.
"Four... more than four million." Zhang Sufen replied somewhat stiflingly, but she didn't understand why Fang Ming asked so.
"More than four million, let's do that, with a tenth of the money, I will help you solve the ghost thing."
"Forty thousand, why don't you grab it!"
Zhang Sufen's voice suddenly increased, and she felt a bit high for three thousand bids, 400,000, which was more uncomfortable than killing her.
Fang Ming didn't speak anymore, and stepped away directly. This time Zhang Sufen didn't stop, because she wanted to come. Anyway, there are many people who can catch ghosts in this world. Isn't the priest monk specializing in this? She went to spend thousands of dollars please A few monks and monks came over to do it.
Thinking of this, she was more attentive, looking at Fang Ming's back, scolding: "I want to blackmail the old lady, there is no door."
At the door of the community, Che Wenjun had a melancholy look on his face, but he finally asked: "Mr. Fang, is the ghost of my wife really in that house?"
"Not here."
Fang Ming shook his head directly. His previous words were only to frighten Zhang Sufen. As for why the paper fire would be extinguished, the reason is very simple. The southeast corner is one of the places in the room where the evil spirits condense. The flame simply cannot keep burning.
Of course, when Che Wenjun leaves, there will be peace again.
"Actually, it's true that the ghost of your wife is in that house, it's just another form of ghost."
Seeing Che Wenjun's still puzzled expression, Fang Ming didn't explain too much, but just said, "Relax, she will come back to find you, then you can contact me again."
"Boss Fang, you are so determined? If you know that this person is not there, the house is just like a normal house, and there is no sorrow in the feng shui." Luo Jincheng said a little puzzled.
"It turned out to be the case, but from now on, the feng shui in this house will be different." Fang Ming answered meaningfully.