Metaphysical Talisman Wife Fortune-telling Spirit: Orion eats chaff and I eat meat

Chapter 92 The Drooping Grapefruit Tree
Putting aside the horoscope thing for now, Mrs. Hu changed the subject: "Mrs. Xiao, I used to live well in this house, but in the past year, I always feel that it is not going well. Could you please tell me, what's going on? Something went wrong.”

Xiao Luoyi nodded and pointed to the east without even leaving the door: "Is there a lake over there?"

Madam Hu nodded.

"There is death energy in the lake, and resentment has formed. This is also the reason why the female family members in the mansion are getting worse and worse."

"What do you mean?" The face of the woman beside Mrs. Hu changed.

Xiao Luoyi had no choice but to put it more bluntly: "There is a dead person in the lake. He has been dead for at least half a year, and until now, he has not been fished out and buried."

Mrs. Hu: "!!!"

The woman: "!!!"

After the two people were stunned for a moment, the woman suddenly retorted: "No! You said that the people in the lake have been dead for half a year without being fished out, but it has been almost a year since this situation happened in the house!"

Yes, the female family members of the Peng Mansion, headed by Mrs. Hu, have frequently been feeling unwell in the past year, feeling dizzy, sleepy, unable to eat much, and often confused.

I invited doctors to see me, but they all said nonsense like lack of energy and blood and poor sleep.

I prescribed medicine, but it was good or bad.

Xiao Luoyi sighed and pointed in the direction of the northwest corner: "There is also death over there, and the resentment is even worse."

northwest corner?
The northwest corner is usually only occupied by servants and women, and...

The woman felt that she must have gone astray: "You mean there are also dead people over there? And they haven't been laid to rest?"

Xiao Luoyi smiled: "Even if the souls of those who died unjustly are buried in the soil, why don't they just rest in the soil?"

Northwest corner... Mrs. Hu didn't know what she thought of, and the hairs on her back stood up.

"Ms. Xiao, I just want to ask: if we find all the dead people in these two places, save them, and let them rest in their graves, will the feng shui in the house be better?"

Mrs. Hu's attitude was truly humble.

Fear made her unable to be proud anymore.

"Then the problems in these two places have been solved. If there are no other problems in the house, it will naturally get better." Xiao Luoyi answered cautiously.

Mrs. Hu immediately asked people to make arrangements: she led people to seal off the lake in the backyard and prepared to fish people out. She only told the unsuspecting servants that they had lost something and went into the water to fish for it.

Xiao Luoyi and Taoist Wenxing stood quietly by the lake, waiting for everything to come to light.

Soon, the servant who knew how to swim came up with a white face: "There is a withered bone down there."

Mrs. Hu's palms were all sweaty: "Pull it up, fish it up quickly..."

The skeleton that was fished out still had clothes on it. Judging from the style, he was a male servant.

A steward stepped forward and carefully identified the purse on his clothes, and exclaimed: "Isn't this A Niu? Didn't he say he went back to his hometown?" How could he die here? "

Mrs. Hu's forehead was now sweaty.

Someone in the family died, but he was told that he had returned to his hometown.

He was obviously killed.

To report to the official or not to report to the official?
If you report to the government, your master will be the magistrate, the largest official in Yongzhou Prefecture.

What should I do if I feel embarrassed?
What do people think of the Peng family?

Before Mrs. Hu could make a decision, Xiao Luoyi said softly: "There is another one in the northwest."

Whether you report to the official position or not, what does it have to do with me?
Anyway, it's not me who's unlucky.

Mrs. Hu, as if she had been granted amnesty, quickly took over the conversation: "Okay, okay, go to the northwest! Northwest..."

Several servants followed the housekeeper to settle down the skeleton first, and the other servants hurriedly followed Xiao Luoyi and Taoist Wenxing to the northwest.

The small courtyard in the northwest is obviously much simpler, and the people who come and go are all low-level servants, wearing simple clothes.

In front of a locked small courtyard, Xiao Luoyi pointed to the courtyard and said: "It's right here." Mrs. Hu's face was pale, but she had to shout: "Hurry up and open the door."

The butler's face didn't look good either, so he stepped forward and opened the door.

With the creak of the door, a small green brick courtyard covered with dead branches and yellow leaves was revealed.

Xiao Luoyi entered the yard and walked straight to a drooping grapefruit tree: "The dead body is under this tree."

Everyone looked at the huge grapefruits hanging on the grapefruit tree, and a chill began to rise up their spines.

The housekeeper murmured: "This grapefruit didn't bear fruit in previous years, why this year..." It's full of flowers?Are they all huge?

Xiao Luoyi sneered coldly: "What a waste of fertilizer!"

If you use a whole person as fertilizer, the grapefruit will still bear fruit? !
Mrs. Hu was shaking, so she supported the old woman next to her and hissed: "Still not digging?!"

As the stench spread, a corpse was dug out. The clothes were corroded and tattered, but the golden hairpin was still tangled in the hair...

Xiao Luoyi turned around and walked out: her mission was completed.

"Ugh..." A woman couldn't hold it back and started to vomit.

Perhaps to explain that she was not afraid, the woman explained: "I'm not afraid of the smell. I just ate grapefruit this morning."

You can't say this, and as soon as you say it, you will say "vomit" twice!
One of them was Mrs. Hu: She also ate grapefruit this morning.

Everyone's scalp was numb, and they secretly decided to never eat grapefruit again in this life.

Mrs. Hu looked pale and was helped out by her mother-in-law, and the group went to the flower hall in the backyard.

By the time Mrs. Hu went to change clothes again, Xiao Luoyi had already drank two cups of tea and eaten a plate of snacks.

Mrs. Hu came to the Flower Hall with the prefect Peng Shouliang.

At this time, Mrs. Hu's face was still pale, but her expression had become much calmer, but there was suppressed anger in Peng Shouliang's eyes.

"Ms. Xiao, can you help me figure out who killed the woman in the northwest corner?"

Obviously, the female corpse in the northwest corner was the source of his anger.

Xiao Luoyi shook his head and refused: "I am not a head catcher, and I am not responsible for solving cases. I think there are many people under Magistrate Peng who can do such things."

I remember Xie Gou'er once said that from time to time in the back house of the prefect's house, people would be carried out and thrown into mass graves.

There are too many private affairs in the house that are always unclean, and the less you know about them, the better.

How could Peng Shouliang not know that he had many people who were good at detecting crimes?

But the inner house is a private matter, and he doesn't want to go to court!I don’t even want outsiders to know.

"Ms. Xiao!" Magistrate Peng's tone unconsciously became coercive.

Xiao Luoyi seemed unaware and looked at Taoist Wenxing: "Wenxing, how about you come?"

Taoist Master Wen Xing was stunned when he heard this: "Shall I come?"

Magistrate Peng was also stunned for a moment: Yes, Taoist Master Wenxing is here too!
This person is a disciple of Taoist Master Guangyan, and his Taoism is so profound that such a trivial matter is not a big deal.

"Okay!" Taoist Master Wenxing eagerly began to make divination calculations.

After some operations, Taoist Master Wenxing looked at Magistrate Peng and Madam Hu: "Master Peng, madam, is there a 34-year-old woman in your house who is a tiger?"

Magistrate Peng looked at Mrs. Hu.

Mrs. Hu thought about it for a moment, her expression changed, but she still said to her mother-in-law: "Call all the 34-year-old women in the backyard who were born in the Year of the Tiger, including the master and his servants."

When four 34-year-old women who were born in the Year of the Tiger came over, before Master Wenxing could say anything, one of them, a woman in bright clothes and a silver hairpin, looked wrong.

(End of this chapter)