Because after the wood was stained with blood, black smoke actually rose, and at the same time many small objects around it made clanking sounds.

The surrounding gusts of wind also became sharper, closer to the sound of crying.

After the little thing's expression froze for a moment, he took a few steps back, breaking into a cold sweat.

Tang Sanmu frowned and muttered: "The nature of locust tree is yin, it can lock away injustice and trap the netherworld.

The word Sophora japonica itself means one tree and one ghost. It is said that there are always spirits living in the Sophora japonica trees.

The dead locust tree is more negative. If it is stained with the blood of a person who died in vain, the soul of that person may wander around the tree.

I think what you brought back, friend Qi, should be a piece of wood like this."

The little thing patted his forehead: "Master Tang, if you say that, then I really deserve it?

First there is the Feng Shui bureau, and then there is the dead locust tree.

Is it possible that this man and I are destined to be destined to each other?

Then how on earth can I send this man away?!"

Tang Sanmu smiled: "Maybe it's really destined?"

There was something strange in this smile, as if he had seen through everything.

Then he said: "Since his grievances have implicated you, you naturally have to help him redress his grievances in order to be freed.

Of course, you can also choose to throw the locust wood out, then use grapefruit leaves to stain the cinnabar, and pat the house and body.

Dispel resentment and maintain peace.

It depends on how you choose."

The little thing quickly grabbed the locust tree and said, "It turns out it's that simple, okay!

It has nothing to do with me, so of course I will throw it out directly!"

Such actions are human nature, and there were no discordant sounds in the live broadcast room.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Tang Sanmu had turned off the function of sending messages.

He didn't want everyone's interference to affect the little thing, and hoped that he could make his own decision.

After getting excited, the little thing suddenly fell silent and muttered hesitantly: "Master Tang, do you think I should do this?"

"There is no right or wrong, you decide for yourself."

The little thing clicked his tongue again: "Isn't it quite easy for the soul in the locust tree to find an enemy like me?"

"The chance of picking up wood is not high, and it is very rare to have such a feng shui situation with the right time, place and people. It can be said to be quite difficult." Tang Sanmu answered truthfully.

"Then if I throw this thing out now, will my soul wander around the wood forever?" the little thing asked.

Tang Sanmu still nodded.

The little thing placed the locust tree heavily on the ground again and took a deep breath: "Damn it, I'm so unlucky, who made me catch up with my hands!"
Chapter completed!