Shocking! A master of metaphysics has been mind-reading!

Before Mingzhu could say anything more, Fang Qingzi came downstairs, clasped her hands slightly together, and called out "Uncle-Master".

Wow.

Xia Wange was stunned when she saw Fang Qingzi. She felt that Fang Qingzi had looked much more haggard in just a few days.

"What happened?" Xia Wange stepped forward and took Fang Qingzi's pulse. "Were you frightened?"

Fang Qingzi nodded. "It must be because of the dream, but I can't remember what was in the dream. I only remember that it was all bad dreams, which made me feel very tired even when I was sleeping."

"Let's go check on your room," Xia Wange said.

So the group went to Fang Qingzi's room. Mingzhu's family had a cleaning service, but Fang Qingzi was used to tidying up herself. The whole room was very clean and had a faint scent of incense. There was nothing wrong with the orientation of the room or the furnishings. Xia Wange looked at a knife placed on the top. The handle was wrapped with red thread, and she could feel the thick blood aura on it even without opening her third eye.

"A butcher's knife?"

"I've slaughtered pigs, cows, sheep, and chickens," Fang Qingzi said.

The stench of blood on this is definitely strong enough.

Xia Wange glanced under the pillow again, where a peach branch tied with a red thread was also pressed down.

A Taoist talisman was placed on the left side of the pillow, and a small Buddhist amulet on the right. A Bible was also placed on one side of the bed, with a cross on it. Xia Wange glanced at Fang Qingzi, who looked embarrassed, but said nothing.

It seems that Fang Qingzi is indeed tormented by nightmares, but she is putting on a brave face for the sake of saving face. Otherwise, she wouldn't be blindly following both Buddhism and Taoism, or combining Chinese and Western medicine.

Xia Wange straightened the crucifix and made a cross-praying gesture to fit the occasion. "Was it like this from the beginning? Or has it just gotten worse?"

"It's getting worse," Fang Qingzi said. "I've talked to some outsiders who are temporarily staying here, and they also have nightmares at night, as if they haven't been sleeping well, but they feel better after they leave. However, I've noticed that the problem is spreading. On the first day, I asked a few people who were staying on the outskirts of the village, and they didn't have any problems with sleeping well. But these past two days, when I saw them coming to the village to collect things, they all said that they were having nightmares even while staying on the outskirts of the village."

"This thing is getting stronger and stronger." Xia Wange said, turning to look at Mingzhu.

She explained the double formations she had observed at the ancestral graves yesterday, as well as the function of the more obvious formation. "Mr. Ming, Fang Qingzi probably told you that your villa and your family's ancestral graves have been set up with wealth-destroying formations. Although the power isn't strong, the intention is bad. Also, should we deal with the formation below that will affect the entire village? The price of protecting your family is different from the price of protecting the entire village."

Lu Qiu, who was already used to Xia Wange's way of doing things, understood that she was asking Mingzhu's opinion. Mingzhu's opinion would determine how much effort Xia Wange would put into protecting his family. She liked to help the good, and the good would become even better with her help. As for the rest, she would only let the other party return to their original state, but this was already very good for others.

Xia Wange was indeed testing Mingzhu. She liked to observe others' thoughts before making plans based on them. In theory, if they helped Mingzhu break the formation and prevented him from being affected by remote attacks, their mission would be complete.

No matter what Mingzhu chooses, she will not have any negative feelings towards that person. Putting herself in his shoes, she believes that he has his own reasons for choosing, and she will not say more about that.

But in reality, no matter what Mingzhu chooses, she will break this evil formation with its huge impact. In fact, no orthodox feng shui master would ignore such a thing, especially the people of Qingya Peak. Qingya Peak's reputation is built on its repeated acts of standing up for justice.

When Mingzhu heard that his own ancestral graves had also been set up with a formation that would bring him financial loss, a look of expected surprise flashed across his face. But when he heard that the ancestral graves of the entire village had been set up with formations, his face was filled with worry. Torn between these two conflicting emotions, his expression gradually became complicated.

"My wife always feels that I donate too much to the villagers but never get anything in return, so she hasn't come back with me for several years." Mingzhu squatted down, holding his head, looking pained. "I've donated quite a bit to the village over the years. Whenever I earn money, I set aside a portion to donate to the village."

"Don't feel guilty. I'll protect you no matter what you choose," Xia Wange said calmly.

"Master Xia, as you may have noticed, I had a tough childhood. My parents passed away early, and I was raised by my grandfather. But he couldn't take good care of me, so I practically grew up on the charity of many families. Every time I got a little older, some aunt would give me clothes to wear and take care of my feelings. They would always say they bought them for their own children but they were too small. When I went to high school, the whole village donated money to me..."

"So no matter how they treat me, I can't hold much resentment towards them. To put it bluntly, I wouldn't be where I am today without them."

"But I can't accept them treating me like this. It's one thing if it's just me, but it will also affect my family and my children!" Mingzhu wiped away his tears and choked up. "Master Xia, no matter how much it costs, I will sell everything I own to pay! But please, after this is over, can you help me move my family's ancestral graves? They protected me during my childhood, and I will help them resolve this major issue. That way, we'll be even."

"Okay." Xia Wange rummaged through her bag and pulled out a few sheets of yellow paper. Fang Qingzi saw this and quickly went to Xia Wange's side to watch her draw talismans.

"Uncle-Master, the color of this cinnabar is very strange."

"My hair powder and blood are mixed in." After Xia Wange finished speaking, she quickly drew a few talismans and handed one to Fang Qingzi.

Fang Qingzi glanced at the contents of the talisman and quickly said, "Are you going to transfer all my nightmares to you? No, Uncle-Master, I can't..."

"I need to see what it is first; I don't have time to wait for it to ferment on me." Xia Wange said, then handed another talisman to Zhang Song.

Turning around again, Xia Wange met Lu Qiu's gaze. The two stared at each other for a moment, and Lu Qiu reached out his hand. Xia Wange slapped his palm. "You still want more? The fact that I didn't pass on all our nightmares to you shows how determined I am to get things done."

Lu Qiu withdrew his hand, gently rubbing his palm with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "It's not impossible for you to transfer it to me."

Xia Wange ignored him and instead pushed his wheelchair to ask Mingzhu, "Do you have any suites with one bed in the inner room and one bed in the outer room? I want to stay in a suite with the boss."

"I'll protect them, boss, you have to protect me."

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Mingzhu immediately replied, "That's how it is on the second floor of my house. My wife and I always sleep in separate beds when we argue."

Xia Wange: "..."

Lu Qiu: "..."