Section 01, Ye Yi Zhong

In the following period of time, I tried my best to shape myself into the image of a magic stick, and the effect was also quite good, and I gradually became famous in the local area. And I really met my friend Ye Yi, and the first time I really walked into that world was because of that incident.

The specific thing is that a family of four brothers brutally killed six people from the neighbor's family overnight. He was caught by the police at the railway station while trying to escape. For us ordinary people, this kind of thing is a pastime to talk about money after tea.

But I didn't expect that I would get involved in this matter, and it also made a big sharp turn for my fate!

That afternoon, I lay in the office and dozed off. A knock on the door woke me up and looked up. She was a middle-aged woman about 40 years old, with wide sunglasses on her face and an arrogant temperament on her face. At first glance, she was a rich man. She came in and asked me, "Are you the grave salesman here?"

"Oh, it's me."

"Find me a good place for feng shui." She shouted at me arrogantly.

On weekdays, I respect and stay away from such people, but I can't refuse too much, because these are the God of Wealth. Although it's not my God of Wealth. But today is the first time for such a rich man to take the initiative to find a small clerk like me. I quickly smiled and said that I could take her to have a look.

On the way, I asked who was going to be buried.

The woman said it was her four sons. At that time, I felt a little strange and thought to myself, a good guy buried his four sons in one breath? Damn, it's so bold.

I took her to the so-called commercial burial area, which is also a good place chosen by the so-called feng shui master. The people buried here and their descendants can't be rich, but Ping An Kangtai is still very easy. I didn't seem to be short of money, so I took her to the most expensive high-end burial area.

The middle-aged woman circled around the empty tomb a few times and asked me, "Can you keep it a secret here?"

I asked curiously, "How can I keep it a secret?"

The middle-aged woman looked at me and said, "I just don't let others know who bought it."

I said, "Yes"

The procedures were handled quickly after signing a confidentiality agreement. The speed at which middle-aged women pay is also unprecedentedly fast, and hundreds of thousands of orders have been made at once. I will also have some small dividends, and naturally I am very satisfied with it.

After buying the cemetery that day, the deceased was buried, which surprised me very much about the time concept and efficiency of the other party's family. The four buried in the cemetery that the middle-aged woman did not lie were really her sons. And it's very 'famous'. Of course, these had nothing to do with me. I didn't expect that the middle-aged woman would come again the next evening and walked into the office angrily.

She opened the 'swearing' when she entered the door, which was a audible kind. I suppressed my anger and asked the truth. Only then did I realize that her son's grave was splashed with feces. No wonder she was so angry. It was unbearable for anyone to put it on anyone, but I felt that it was not my responsibility at all. She pointed out that she went to the relevant departments to appeal, but she didn't expect the old lady to grab me and said, how could anyone know that her four sons were buried here after signing the confidentiality agreement?

For a while, I was also a big head, and I didn't know how to distinguish it.

As I said earlier, in order to buy and sell graves, I have prepared a lot of homework and learned some knowledge about cemeteries. At the strong request of a middle-aged woman, I could only accompany her to run to her sons' tombstones at sunset to see the situation on the ground.

When you get to the cemetery, the actual situation is much more complicated than you think. The dung was splashed all over the ground. On the tombstones and graves, I faintly saw that some painted and sprayed colors wrote a lot of dirty words on the tombstones and marble graves. However, these are not the main thing. The main thing is that I saw that the tombstone of the four brothers had been moved! Before the burial, it was originally a first-class and neat tombstone, but it was twisted and looked very strange. Doing this kind of thing is extremely resentful of the family! Not only is it disrespectful to the deceased, but the tomb also has a great impact on future generations. To put it a little hard, this kind of practice not only makes the occupants feel bad, but also makes the descendants of the graves unlucky for eight lifetimes and may not be able to wash away the bad luck.

Even I find it difficult for me to solve this situation. I frowned and tried to find a way to minimize the influence of this matter. Otherwise, who would dare to come here to the cemetery to buy a cemetery in the future? Our family is not the only one doing the cemetery business in the whole D city. Competition is also very stressful.

Just as the sunset was about to fall, a slender figure slowly came from the other side of the cemetery: "If you don't want to die here at night, leave quickly."

"Who are you?" I asked like this.

He is a young man with a beautiful appearance and a compass in his hand. The pointer on it was spinning around, and his smooth eyebrows frowned tightly.

The middle-aged woman seemed to think of something and shouted to him, "Is that old man who let you come here? Get out of here!"

The boy frowned and said in a gloomy voice, "I didn't let anyone come. I don't want this place to become a mass grave."

Under such conditions, against the sun, around the grave, with such language, such a low and hoarse voice to say such a frightening sentence, which makes me shiver unconsciously.

"Who are you?" I asked again.

The man looked at me and said, "I know you are Yang Guang, and you have been very famous recently. I'm Ye Yi."

I was stunned. The name Ye Yi is too familiar. There are no people who mix in City D and deal with graves all day long who don't know Ye Yi. This man is very mysterious and has always been a legendary character. I didn't expect it to be like this.

I asked, "What are you doing here?"

Ye Yi replied, "For them. After saying that, he pointed his hand at the big tomb.

I comforted the middle-aged woman around me who was about to go crazy and said to her, "Ye Yi is the most famous feng shui master in D city. Ordinary people can't invite him" (mainly because I can't find him). On the one hand, I am a stable middle-aged woman, letting him know the identity and occupation of the other party. On the other hand, I also want to know what the so-called Ye Yi is. At this time, I have to suspect that this matter may be directly related to him. Or is it a means of competition from other cemetery companies? Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?

I'm ready to take out my mobile phone and call the police.

Just as I stretched out my hand into my pocket, Ye Yi suddenly spoke. He said, "Don't want to call. If I were you, don't come back to me now."

When I was wondering why the other party said this, I felt a deep gasp behind me, and what made me more creepy was the sound of breathing in my ear. The middle-aged woman around her didn't cry much, and she shudled with her eyes closed.

Ye Yi roared at me, "The sun hasn't dissipated yet, and it won't come yet!"

I grabbed the old woman beside me and ran to Ye Yi's side. Go to his materialism!