The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

What you fear most is what happens.

Tang Zhishan stepped forward, blocking the two children, and said in a friendly tone, "Mr. Xu is so thoughtful. We are too embarrassed to trouble Mr. Xu to make these arrangements personally. I can take them to my hotel."

"Mr. Xu has already made the arrangements, no trouble at all."

Xu's special assistant spoke with impeccable discretion.

Insisting on refusing will only alert the enemy.

The three exchanged a glance and agreed.

The Bentley followed the Maybach from the outskirts of Muscovy to the city center, eventually stopping in a residential area next to the city's commercial district.

As the vehicle drove in, passing through the bustling commercial street, the comings and goings of people and shops dispelled some of the gloom in Mu City.

Turn left at the corner, and you'll find another commercial street, but with far fewer people.

Turn right again.

The lush greenery lining both sides of the road, which should have been a positive and uplifting energy field, suddenly plummeted.

"Drive slowly."

As Song Qingge drove through the green belt, she noticed that the further in she went, the more withered the plants became.

She looked straight ahead.

The Maybach had stopped in front of a small villa.

It was a luxuriously decorated three-story building.

On the surface, it does indeed conform to what Xu's special assistant said about it being the best house.

However, in such a bustling commercial and residential area where land is extremely valuable, this street is unusually quiet, with only this one residential building.

Tang Zhishan shivered inexplicably: "Something feels off."

The surrounding area is either vacant land or shops waiting to be leased.

Either green plants.

There was only one house, a small villa.

Song Qingge's eyes were serious.

A solitary building.

Of course it's strange.

Green plants have the effect of absorbing and purifying evil spirits, and ordinary evil things will not cause them to wither.

It is even more impossible to achieve large-scale withering.

Unless the place is extremely yin and cannot be purified.

This is just a positive guess; the more dangerous situation is that there is a soul-gathering array in this area.

The wronged souls gathered.

No grass grows.

The area's fortune is affected, making it unsustainable for anyone to live or do business there.

"Before leaving Mu City, carry a talisman with you at all times, especially while in this house. You must not leave it more than a meter away from your body while sleeping or bathing."

The sudden instruction sent chills down the spines of the three men in the carriage, including the driver.

For Master Song to be so serious, this must not be a good place.

Tang Zhishan reached into his pocket and felt the intact amulet before he felt a little relieved.

After turning off the car, Song Qingge handed the driver a talisman: "Give me a dollar, and carry this with you at all times."

She never overcharged her workers.

The driver gratefully accepted the money with trembling hands and transferred one yuan to the young mistress.

Xu's special assistant respectfully opened the door of the villa and welcomed them inside: "Welcome to our residence."

As you walk inside, unlike the greenery on the streets outside, the plants inside the house are lush and verdant.

Song Qingge smiled faintly.

They went to great lengths to get them to stay.

They walked through the pebbly path in the front yard and entered the living room on the first floor.

The kitchen door, directly opposite the main entrance, is the first thing you see. The stove is located in the center of the kitchen door, and the cabinets are simple in black and white.

At first glance, it looks like a tombstone.

The living room has six windows on three walls, with two large windows on each wall.

From the largest window on the left, you can clearly see the corner of the commercial building opposite.

The overall furniture features a minimalist black and white style, interspersed with luxurious decorations.

The two contrasting styles of decoration, as well as their varying degrees of newness, clearly indicate that they were not renovated at the same time.

This house has been renovated at least twice.

As for why it was renovated... Song Qingge looked around and the heavy yin energy explained it.

She said sarcastically, "Mr. Xu really went to great lengths to find this house." A house where so many people have died is indeed hard to find.

The assistant didn't understand; the boss told him to bring people over, so he just brought them over.

It was strange, though, that he felt inexplicably cold from the moment he came in.

It's actually quite warm today.

I should have worn an extra layer.

He thought Song Qingge was praising him: "Thank you, Miss Song, for understanding Mr. Xu's good intentions. No one has lived in this house since it was renovated last year. You are the first guests. It's really fate."

Would you like to have such a connection with me?

Song Qingge twitched the corner of her mouth.

Instinctively, Tang Zhishan didn't like this house: "Are there any other houses?"

The assistant shook his head: "This is the best one."

The boss instructed that the guests must stay in the best rooms.

He enthusiastically persuaded, "This is the quietest house in the neighborhood, very close to the business center, making life very convenient, and the location is excellent!"

If I don't complete the task, I'll lose my job.

Tang Zhishan frowned, about to say something, but was interrupted.

"We really like it here, so let's stay here. Please thank President Xu for us." Song Qingge smiled faintly and saw her assistant off.

Since the other party has made such a meticulous preparation, there's no reason to waste it.

Even if they don't move in, Xu Mingchang and the people behind him will still create other troubles for them.

It's better to just go along with them.

"Master Song, is this layout...?" Although Tang Zhishan didn't understand metaphysics, he had bought many houses and knew a little about feng shui.

Upon entering, besides the immediate sense of gloom, one could clearly see obvious feng shui problems.

There's a problem.

Tang Zhishan was puzzled: "If there's a problem, why stay here? If you're worried about Xu Mingchang causing trouble, I'm here for you."

With him around, Xu Mingchang would at least give him some face.

Moreover, Mu Cheng has many families lining up to cooperate with him, including some that have grievances against the Xu family.

Mu City was completely suppressed by the Xu family, and quite a few families were preparing to rebel.

If they really oppose him, he'll be the person they want to win over.

"Him? He's nothing to fear." Song Qingge said calmly, "Only by moving in can we launch a silent counterattack."

This soul-gathering array must have been specially set up by Xu Mingchang beforehand.

Setting up such a powerful formation requires a great deal of effort from the sorcerer.

If successful, it can quickly absorb the yang energy of those who enter the formation, replenishing the energy it has lost.

If it fails, or the formation is destroyed, the inability to absorb yang energy is the least severe consequence; in serious cases, it will damage the source of spiritual power.

Moreover, the gathered yin energy, with its grievances and debts, will find the person who brought them together.

At that time, she won't need to do anything; the people behind it, as well as Xu Mingchang and his son, will not have an easy time.

Listening to the girl's meaning, Jiang Zhou understood: "You already have a solution."

"Okay. You all rest assured, leave the rest to me."

Song Qingge's eyes were resolute, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

The second floor of the small villa has two rooms.

Across the street.

Jiang Zhou pursed his lips: "The designer of this house should be awarded a ghost prize." How could he design such a terrifying layout?

The design of every corner was unexpected.

The three looked towards the third floor. Song Qingge asked calmly, "The layout is the same upstairs. Who's going to live there?"

Tang Zhishan nervously swallowed.

As an elder, he should take care of the younger generation, but he was genuinely scared.

What if Xie Yun pesters him again, and the unclean things in this house enter his dreams... that would be terrifying!

Song Qingge smiled faintly, picked up the tattered bag, and said, "I'll go. You guys stay here. Call me if you need anything."

"Hey, wait!" Tang Zhishan rushed to Song Qingge's side in a few steps: "Uncle Tang is worried about you sleeping on the top floor all by yourself, you're a girl."

Jiang Zhou joked, "Then Uncle Tang, you can sleep on the second floor, and my wife and I will go to the third floor."

"Hey, no!" Tang Zhishan's face turned pale.

He licked his dry, chapped lips, shoved Jiang Zhou and Song Qingge into the room, and slammed the door shut.

"You two share a room, and I'll live across the hall, wouldn't that solve the problem?!"