Living alone in a small house, there were strange sounds in the middle of the night.

The footsteps and impacts were intertwined, and bursts of banging sounds seemed to strike the little thing's heart, causing him to break out in cold sweat.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was talking a lot, expressing their nervousness.

There are also people who want to try to use scientific methods to explain everything that happens.

Along with the bursts of voices, Tang Sanmu asked: "Friend Qi, I just accidentally saw that on the wall directly opposite the entrance door of your house, is there a picture of an immortal ascending to heaven?"

The little thing was nervous, holding his cell phone and looking around tremblingly. When he heard Tang Sanmu suddenly say this, he was stunned for a moment and then switched the camera to the rear.

This picture looks slightly yellow, and on it is a staircase appearing in front of a Taoist with an immortal spirit.

Straight to God.

The Taoist stepped forward, high-spirited, and headed straight upward to realize the transformation between mortals and immortals.

"It's a picture of immortals ascending to the sky. It only cost 40 yuan to buy at a street stall, and it's of little value. Master, are you interested in it?"

Tang Sanmu nodded and thought slightly: "If I guessed correctly, are there other paintings hanging in other rooms of Qiyou's house?

With a picture of a gate?”

The little thing thought for a moment and quickly ran to the room dedicated to playing games: "It's true. There is a welcoming picture here."

In the pattern, it seems that someone is celebrating a birthday or planning some happy event, and the door is open.

A group of guests were lingering at the door, seemingly waiting to enter.

"Master Tang, these two paintings are not works of a certain age, they are just decorations.

What else is there to say about decorations?”

Tang Sanmu nodded: "Friend Qi, the water here is very deep, you can't control it.

Hanging paintings, especially Chinese-style hanging paintings, are very particular about their placement, the people and objects in the paintings, their appearance and demeanor.

The most common thing is to hang a picture of a mountain behind the sofa. The mountain needs to be majestic and majestic, which means the backing.

A picture of a waterfall is hung on the north wall, which represents a prosperous official career and wealth generated by flowing water.

And take the picture of ascending to the sky, it looks like the Taoist has a dignified appearance and seems to be about to ascend in the daytime.

But there was a dark ink stain on the steps.

I don't know whether it is intentional or not, it is just like the shape of a knife.

Take a closer look, does it look like a long knife, directly cutting off the steps?

Not only that, the location where you hang the painting is directly opposite the door, and there are stairs outside the door.

There is a saying in Feng Shui that the door opposite the stairs is said to be the evil spirit of breaking the Qi, and hanging a painting here means that the two evil spirits are in conflict with each other.

It completely blocks the way for immortals to go to heaven."

The little guy listened to what Tang Sanmu said, nodded seriously, and patted the hanging picture heavily.

Boom, boom, boom!

At this time, the dull sound became deeper and deeper, and along with it, a subtle whine could be heard.

The whine sounded like crying and the sound of wind, and it was hard to tell them apart for a while.

Dark Angel: I don’t want to know where this sound came from, I just want to know how it disappeared.

I am Big Pineapple: Haha, indeed, my scalp exploded when I heard this news.

Purple Flower: Friends, calm down, after listening to Master Tang, it should be solved soon.

The little thing also wiped the sweat on his forehead: "Master Tang, please continue, where is the welcoming picture?"

"There is something wrong with the way the picture is drawn. The welcoming door is wide open and the furnishings inside the door can be seen.

But there was only someone outside the door, and no one inside.

Don’t you guys think the layout is a bit strange?”

"That's true. When I bought it, I just thought the house was too monotonous and I didn't pay attention to it."

Then Tang Sanmu continued: "Besides, the expressions and movements of the guests outside do not feel festive, but rather a little impatient.

There is a window on the left side of the painting, and the moonlight falls just in the direction of the door where the painting is hung, as if a ray of light is blocking the door.

Friends, do you know what this is called in conjunction with the paintings outside?"

The little thing shook his head blankly, and Tang Sanmu patted the table lightly: "The road to heaven is cut off, and the door of the house is wide open and it is difficult to welcome people.

It’s just that there is no way to heaven and no way to the earth!

Friend Qi, you are just a little over-the-top. The right time and place are just like the lack of people, so this Feng Shui tactic will not work!"

The so-called heavenly hour, the moonlight covers the door.

The so-called favorable location means that the stairs are closed.

The so-called human harmony, even if it is a small thing, it will not be like this if the painting is moved to another place.

After hearing these horoscopes, the little thing broke into a cold sweat and asked cautiously: "Master Tang, do you mean that someone wants to come to me?

But I accidentally trapped something in my house, making it impossible for him to get out, right?"

Tang Sanmu nodded: "Binggou, my friend is a man of great wisdom."

The little thing hurriedly started to take off all the hanging paintings.

Tang Sanmu said quickly: "Don't panic yet, my friend.

Have you seen that there are cracks in the east mirror?"

Tang Sanmu's eyes were very sharp, and the little thing might not even realize it. After hearing what he said, he hurried over to check.

There is a small mirror hanging there. The mirror is square and there is indeed a crack in the upper right corner.

"Maybe I touched it accidentally? What does this mean?" the little thing asked.

“Everything in this world is inevitable and may indicate that something will happen.

The east belongs to life and is full of vitality.

The mirror connects yin and yang and contains all kinds of qi. The sudden cracks in the mirror here indicate that the qi is damaged.

My friend, the things in the house have generated resentment, and it has been contaminated by you.

If you let him out of trouble rashly, you will suffer disaster.

Although there is no big danger, it is very possible to lose money and get sick."

"Damn it, what should I do then... I really didn't expect that just two paintings could lead to so many tricks."

"It's not a matter of two paintings. The two paintings must have been hanging for a long time, right?

But there has never been any trouble before, because there is no way to go from heaven to earth, but it has no impact on a person like you who has a strong character." Tang Sanmu said.

The little thing was stunned: "How do you know my horoscope, Master Tang? I don't think I told you, right?"

Seeing such questions, friends of the equipment joked one after another:

"The classic question appears again!"

"Master Tang: Do I have to tell you my horoscope after I see it?"

"Friend Qi, you'll know when you get used to it. If you don't cover your face with Master Tang, you basically have no privacy."

The little thing scratched his head with an embarrassed smile on his face.

Tang Sanmu asked: "So you should recall, did you bring anything back recently?"

"I picked up a piece of wood.

The shape looks pretty good, I wanted to hold it as an ornament or something."

The little thing moved the camera again and fixed it on a dead wood in the bedroom.

The height is about the same as the calf, and the shape is indeed very unique.

Fans couldn’t help but complain:

"Good guy, there are so many weird and weird things in your house."

"Haha, you are indeed a boy. Boys always like weird things, right?"

"Just picking up a piece of wood, will it really cause these strange commotions in the house?"

Tang Sanmu frowned slightly as he looked at the wood: "Does your friend have cinnabar at home?"

"No, why would there be such a thing?"

"Then I can only force you to cut your finger open and let the blood from your fingertip drip on the wood to see if there are any changes."

Although the little thing was stunned for a moment, seeing the serious look on Tang Sanmu's face, he still followed the instructions.

Drops of blood fell on the wood, and the little thing grimaced in pain.

Soon, the grinning expression froze, and he stared blankly at the wood in front of him.
To be continued...