Feng Shui Dragon Son-in-law

After Yang Bailiu left, I also carried Chen Yurou upstairs.

But do you want to sleep in the wedding room, or Chen Yurou's room?This really bothered me for a while.

Finally, after thinking about it, I carried her to the wedding room.

The main reason is that Chen Yurou is still in a coma. In this case, I don't feel at ease leaving her alone in the room.

After I settled Chen Yurou, I took out the yellow paper, pen and ink, drew a talisman, and put it in Chen Yurou's close-fitting pocket.

I have practiced these spells before, and there is no problem in drawing them, but I don't know whether they work or not?

After all, most of the things my father taught me were oral, and I never really practiced them.

But talk is better than nothing.

Otherwise, Chen Yurou would be possessed one after another like this, and would be charged with Yin Qi, causing her own Yang Qi to weaken. After that, going out to run into ghosts would probably become commonplace.

Hitting a ghost is sometimes the same as cheating, there is only a difference between zero and countless times.

After doing all this, I also fell asleep next to Chen Yurou.

It was another night of nightmares, and when I woke up the next morning, it was already morning, and I had no strength at all, and the pain was so severe, it felt like someone had beaten me.

Chen Yurou has long since disappeared, and I have no idea when she woke up.

After washing up, I hurried downstairs.

At this time, many people came to the Chen family, but these people obviously did not come to mourn Chen Wuye, because they directly carried Chen Wuye's coffin out.

And for some reason, the top of the coffin turned red?

I thought there was going to be a funeral today, but when I asked Yang Bailiu, I found out that it was going to be taken to a crematorium to be cremated.

"Shouldn't Chen Wuye be buried? At least choose a better cemetery?"

I looked at Yang Bailiu in disbelief.

"The brothers of the Chen family are afraid that the old man will cheat on the corpse again, so they insist on cremation, and they can't wait."

Yang Boliu sneered as he spoke.

"This funeral... Didn't you be invited to preside over it?"

I frowned and asked.

It stands to reason that Yang Bailiu is the Feng Shui master who presided over the funeral. He should decide the time of the funeral and the burial method in the cemetery. Why did the Chen brothers just drag the old man's body to the cremation?

"Didn't you see that the coffin was smeared with black dog blood?"

Yang Boliu said as he gestured to the coffin that was being carried out, "They have hired another Feng Shui master. If they do this, something will definitely happen. It seems that the decline of the Chen family is a foregone conclusion, and it is destined that they will Choose the wrong path."

Hearing what he said, I realized that the red color on the coffin was actually black dog blood smeared.

Isn't this nonsense?

Didn't the old man turn into a zombie and directly paint the coffin with black dog blood? That's the rhythm of keeping the old man's soul in the coffin.

And it's cremation.

In this way, I'm afraid the old man will end up in a dire situation, right?

"Don't they know the consequences of doing this?"

Thinking of this, I hurriedly asked Yang Bailiu.

"Why don't you know? They just think that people die like a lamp goes out, and it's over once and for all."

Yang Boliu sneered again as he spoke.

Hearing this, I was simply shocked.

This Chen family brother is really a ruthless person, in order not to let the old man stand in their way, he did not hesitate to burn him to death.

This is more than unfilial?It can be described as vicious.

"Then what should we do now? Could it be that they burned Chen Wuye's body like this?"

Frowning tightly, I asked Yang Bailiu again.

"This kind of matter is of course up to the Chen family brothers. After all, we are outsiders, and the decision-making power is not in our hands."

Yang Bailiu was also quite helpless about this.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I stole your business."

While speaking, a middle-aged man in a robe suddenly came up and greeted Yang Bailiu with an apologetic face.

"This may not be a good thing for you."

Yang Boliu crossed his arms and said in a deep voice.

"The Chen family gives money, you know, I'm different from you, I just use money to do things."

The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Then let me remind you, it can be cremated, but it's best not to paint the coffin with black dog blood."

Yang Boliu solemnly reminded.

"Okay, let me think about it."

The middle-aged man nodded, then turned around and got on the hearse.

The funeral procession quickly left, and naturally everyone in the Chen family followed.

But Chen Baili did not escort the hearse, but walked up to me, handed me a kraft paper bag and said: "There is 5 yuan in it, you can take it, as for your marriage with Rou'er, don't even think about it." , My daughter of Chen Baili will never marry a poor boy from the countryside, she can only be the young mistress of the Yuan Group."

"Mr. Chen, can you really be open-minded when you do this kind of thing? Even if the Chen family really climbed to the top and made a fortune, wouldn't you feel guilty?"

I frowned and looked at Chen Baili in disbelief.

In fact, I also know that since they intend to burn the old man's body, they must have made a decision.

But I really can't understand how to treat my own father in such a cruel way.

It is said that the poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring. As a biological son, how can he not kill his father?

Although Chen Wuye was indeed dead, they smeared the coffin with black dog blood to calm his soul, and then cremated him, making it clear that they wanted Chen Wuye to die.

Such a vicious method, not to mention his own son, even someone who has nothing to do with him, probably can't do it, right?

"It's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks about my Chen family's affairs. In any case, get out as soon as you get the money. If you keep pestering my daughter, I will make you feel miserable."

At this time, Chen Baili had completely torn his face. It seemed that he was determined to let Chen Yurou marry Yuan Wenkai.

"It doesn't matter what you say about this matter. If you really want to dissolve the engagement, ask Yurou to tell me in person. As long as she regrets the marriage, I will turn around and leave without saying a word."

As I spoke, I threw the kraft paper bag back to Chen Baili.

He deliberately drove me away when Chen Yurou was not around, obviously without Chen Yurou's consent.

I can leave the Chen family, but this marriage contract depends on Chen Yurou's will, it cannot be what he says.

"You don't cry when you see the coffin, do you? Believe it or not, I let you disappear in Jiangcheng?"

Chen Baili's face darkened on the spot.

"Boss Chen, I advise you to be cautious. Your second child has just come out of it. You don't want to follow in, do you?"

Yang Bailiu frowned, and looked at Chen Baili with an unfriendly expression.

"Let's see."

Chen Baili snorted coldly, then turned around and got into the car, and drove all the way to the crematorium.

"Let's go. The Chen family is going to perish. It's a foregone conclusion. Neither you nor I can change this matter."

Yang Boliu said and patted my shoulder.

"What about Chen Yurou?"

I asked with a frown.

"If she really chooses to be with you, of course she will come to you. The decision on this matter is also out of your hands."

Yang Boliu shrugged his shoulders as he spoke.

"That's true."

I nodded, and then left the Chen family villa with Yang Bailiu.

It just so happens that today is my dad's first seven days, so I should go back and pay my respects.