"But before going to the tomb, my grandfather was known as the number one master in Southeast Asia and a big man at the level of the God of War."

"It's just a corpse gas that makes him feel like he's a different person!"

"I have brought him to Harbor City over the years to search for doctors around the world."

"But in the end I found that neither Chinese medicine nor Western medicine could save him."

"Someone told me that this is not a disease, but his luck is affected."

"If you want to save him, the best way is to pull out the corpse energy from your body."

"But, I searched for the Feng Shui masters in Hong Kong City, but none of them had the ability."

"Even Su Shaolin, who is known as the No. 1 Feng Shui master in Hong Kong City, changed his face after seeing my grandfather's situation, and said he could not help."

"He recommended five Taoist temples to me, saying that if the master or the saint takes action, there is a certain probability that I can save my grandfather."

"But the question is, where are the only Nanyang Gang qualified to let Wumei Taoist Temple take action?"

"So, when I met Mr. Ye tonight, I remembered the information I just got. Even Su Shaolin suffered a great loss in front of you, and our little ghost in Nanyang was easily solved by you."

"So I want to treat dead horses as living horses, and see your good methods, Mr. Ye."

Yang Youxuan briefly told Ye Hao about the situation.

However, when she said this, her pretty face was less charming and charming, and more worried and anxious.

Obviously, this Yang Gangmaster, who is highly famous on the two cities of Hong Kong, also has a little woman's side.

Ye Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a moment, realizing that her concern for her grandfather was completely sincere. At the moment, the hostility decreased a little, and said softly: "Don't worry, although I am not a Feng Shui master, I know a little bit of the murderous arts in the world."

"Since I promised you, I will do my best."

While talking, the two had already walked through the Nanyang courtyard and walked to a house covering an area of ​​about 100 square meters.

This house is very uniquely built, and it is made of warm materials.

Moreover, except for a palm-sized breathable window and locked door, all other places were blocked.

If you don't look carefully, you will think this is a large tomb rather than a house.

Ye Hao frowned slightly, and when he saw Yang Youxuan carefully opening the door, he followed him in.

When he entered the room, Hao Ye suddenly felt a wave of heat coming to his face.

In the whole room, except for the air conditioning and floor heating, there are fireplaces burning on three walls of the room.

There is also a stove in the middle of the room with hot tea on it.

But what's strange is that although there is a heat wave coming to this place, Ye Hao still senses a biting chill.

Moreover, this chill is like substance, with a smell like the Nine Netherworlds.

It seems that no matter what, the heat waves around cannot conceal this chill.

Ye Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes locked at the source of the chill.

There was a stone bed deep inside the room, and charcoal fire was burning under the stone bed, but it still couldn't suppress the strong chill above.

The source of the chill is an old man who looks dry and white.

"This is my grandfather, Yang Diming."

Looking at the old man in front of him, Yang Youxuan looked sad: "Since he came back, he has been extremely cold in his body every day and he can't leave this room at all."

"Once he leaves, he may freeze to death."


Chapter completed!