However, once the various monsters on it are linked together, it is easy for the people to explain it with gods and ghosts, and they can only explain it with gods and ghosts - Western evil deeds require blood. The telegram line is to convey blood.

If you don’t understand, you will be afraid, and if you fear, you will be hatred.

Especially in the Qing Dynasty civilization, every time they beheaded, they watched enthusiastically, and a group of people went to rob prisoners of blood and used medicine to attract medicine.

Li Shusheng just suspected that Huangpi Old had cheated money, but at this moment, Huangpi Old said that the wires had broken Feng Shui, so he did not doubt that Huangpi Old had lost any doubt.

Yes, although a tomb has not been buried, it has already belonged to him. Now it is under the Western evil formation. Doesn’t it affect his family who will affect?

But as a poor hunter, he has no money to change to another tomb. Feng Shui is never cheap, because: First, this is Confucian filial piety, so that parents can enter a good tomb! Second, this is the most important benefit. If Feng Shui is good, parents' corpses can benefit themselves!

At this moment, Hyo-ri is inseparable from the family.

After Huang Pi Lao left, Li Shusheng swung his axe and cut the telephone pole. Anyway, it was in the wilderness and no one saw it.

What happened afterwards strengthened his view and Huang Pi Lao's correctness - these poles must have magic!

After he cut off, a group of people soon came and stood up again - how did they know so quickly? This is in the wilderness!

He cut again, and soon came up and stood up again.

Cut again...

Li Shusheng did it with hatred and fear. The last time, he stole a neighbor's black dog and killed it under the telephone pole. He threw the black dog blood on a telephone pole before chopping it down. He was afraid of being cursed by this evil thing.

"Take the voice of Li Shusheng! He destroys official things!" Weng Jianguang yelled murderously at the village chief of the Farmers' Association in Kouwai Village. He pressed the pistol at the waist, followed by more than 20 breasts exposed, and he was full of tattooed hooligans. Everyone was holding swords and guns. This time the Telegram Hall was really angry.

"Hmph, you just want to hand over it? Why?" But the new village chief was not afraid at all. The village chief of the Song Dynasty was different from the village chief with a white beard in Qing Dynasty. Most of them were young people, and they often had sex. When the rebels came, they dared to pick up swords and guns to cut off the gentry who was originally "respected" and were essentially part of the rebels. Many of them had fought wars and were all guys who had seen big scenes.

"What did I say? Didn't you hear it? He cut down the telephone poles continuously. He was sick!" Weng Jianguang looked at the arrogant village chief, but did not punch him in the face, because there were more than a hundred villagers standing behind the village chief, squeezing at them at the entrance of the village, and he also had weapons in his hands, many of which were brown besie.

"He is just sick." The village chief glanced at Weng Jianguang and said, "You are not from the court, not the sheriff, not the army. You are unfounded and have no evidence. Take someone? A joke!"

"Evidence? We found the Feng Shui master. He said that the tomb was in the gap! He also said that the wire affected the Feng Shui of Li Shusheng's tomb!" Weng Jianguang was so angry that he shivered.

"Evidence? Who of you saw that it was cut down by the sound of plum trees in our village?" The village chief sneered, then waved his hand: "Get out!"

"Let me talk with Li Shusheng." Weng Jianguang couldn't help but began to soften.

"Not here." The village chief smiled.

"**! Believe it or not, I will shoot you to death?" Weng Jianguang could no longer bear this bastard and took out his gun and faced the village chief. "Damn it!" Immediately, Fang Bingsheng rushed up with a gun, and the other party howled and pushed the musket with a big knife.

The village chief glared at Weng Jianguang and his gun, and said with a sneer: "I just became the village chief. I was injured in Ganzhou. Everyone chose me as the village chief. The order from the imperial court to the village chief was: collect rent and taxes, maintain public order, eliminate bandits and unite the villagers. Otherwise, you will find an official and I will not cooperate with the telegram foreign company to get the orders of our villagers!"

After saying that, he stretched out his head and looked behind Weng Jianguang and said, "Don't use a few guns to scare the village outside the village. In the past, our village fought countless times when there were no foreign guns. Now we have guns, and we have thirty-two muskets. One volley shot will knock you, a group of Western evil gangsters, into sieves; there is still twelve-pound field guns in the village, so I don't bother with you, so I didn't pull it out. Do you want to try it?"

"Brother, we are asking for money, and we have no intention of scaring you." Weng Jianguang saw that he couldn't get it. He bullied the soft and feared the tough and said soft words again: "That place is indeed a wasteland, and it did not infringe on you and Li Shusheng. Call him out, my secretary is a juren, and I know a lot, and I will talk to this brother carefully. Everyone in the world is friends."

"That boy is afraid of running away, and he doesn't know when he will come back." The village chief said, and then glanced at Weng Jianguang: "Are you afraid of having your son and grandson with blood transfusions?"

"I'm a man!" Weng Jianguang hugged his head. Then he ran to the back and took a bundle of wires from the car. He shouted to the village chief: "This wire is solid, not even a single eye. How can he be a blood transfusion?"

The village chief looked at the broken wire, was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and sneered, "You can pass the message without eyes, but you can pass it? How can you pass it? The demonic magic does not need to have eyes."

At night at the gap, a group of hooligans sat around a fire in the telephone pole, and everyone was very depressed.

"Brother, do you think we are really a magic trick?" Shan Ji was confused with a small piece of wire. The village chief's questioning was really loud and loud-----You are honest, how can you pass the message if you are not a magic trick?

"What kind of magic is wrong or not! We can make money!" Deputy Lao Zhang seemed to be very knowledgeable about this question and immediately replied, then asked Weng Jianguang: "Boss, do you want to give me some money? I bought this land. It's almost 20 taels, but it's wasteland anyway."

Weng Jianguang bit a grass stem and said, "No! This is not our fault! And if we look at this head, aren't people looking for trouble everywhere for those hundreds of miles long telegram lines? Cut the pole and ask us for money. If the money is small, I will be done. This matter goes straight to God!"

Fang Bingsheng asked in a low voice: "Can you bypass the gap?"

"How can you go around! If you don't walk here, you will go around the west or the east, how much time will it take? Do you want to spend money?" Deputy Old Zhang snorted disdainfully.

Everyone sighed, what should I do if I can't solve this problem? You can't live here to prevent Li Shusheng from becoming stupid? Fang Bingsheng looked up and said, "Master, should you just use a cauldron to remove the firewood!"

"How to draw?" Weng Jianguang said casually indifferently.

"Didn't he just think this is a Feng Shui treasure land? We can ruin it for him! Is there any way?" Fang Bingsheng said.

When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first, and then shouted at the same time: "Gao!"

At that time, everyone in China knew some Feng Shui, so they immediately made suggestions: Someone wanted to find a few trucks of manure to splash on Li Shusheng's tomb, and some wanted to sprinkle them with black dog blood.

Weng Jianguang patted Fang Bingsheng's shoulder at this moment and applauded repeatedly: "I am a scholar, and I have a good understanding of it! I have a clear idea of ​​how to destroy it!"

Li Shusheng stayed at his relative's house for 7 days. When he came back, it was already evening and he did not return to the village. He ran to the gap directly. He was thinking about his Feng Shui treasure land and the continuous protection had already made him recognize his land. It was like loving his son and loving that place. The place he felt was given to him by God. What if he did so many things.

But as soon as he got there, he was stunned.

He looked at the gap in dumbfoundedly, then slowly knelt on the road, bursting into tears.

The west mountain has become a swamp.

The east is high in the gap, and the south is low in the gap. The Telegraph Hall directly blows up the mountains and blocks the river. The river water floods out and flows into the west of the gap, turning the foot of the mountain into a large mud pond, and the treasure cave is below.

"God!" Li Shu roared. He rushed into the mud in the west from the road, poured mud and water with his hands, wanting to see his own landmark. But he didn't see the sign, but saw a strange tree branch stuck in the ground.

He waded ten feet away, screamed and fell in the mud. It was not a branch, but the lower half of a person. He was buried under the ground with only two legs standing in the air.

Li Shusheng dug out the corpse. The man's upper body was covered in mud, and he was soaked in mud and smelly all over. It seemed that because there were few people passing by this place, so I didn't know how many days it took.

Looking at the thin body and a small braid on the back of his neck, Li Shu sounded familiar, and then he saw something hanging on the braid on the body - a red silk and three copper coins.

Feng Shui Master Huangpi's quilt was inserted into his own treasure hole.

Li Shusheng, who was soaked all over, returned to the village in a daze, but found that the blind mother died on the bed - her son caused a huge disaster, causing the officials to kill the village and escaped. Although she was driven away by the villagers, she was frightened and scared. She was already old and died silently.

Li Shusheng looked at the corpse, as if it was struck by lightning, and he was stunned. Now the tomb was found early and was destroyed. I happened to die. Where can the body be buried to give him good luck?

Hyo-ri and Virtue are both lost!!

"Mom!" A wailing sound came from the village outside the mouth.

In the following month, many people saw a filial son with white cloth wrapped around his head walking south along the telegram line, regardless of day or night, no matter whether it was wind or rain.

Finally one day, he stopped and saw the telegram line on his head split into a building.

He slowly walked over and stared at the door, as if the house would stand up and run away at any time. His hand slowly pulled out of his arms, holding a kitchen knife tightly.

On the third day, major newspapers in Haijing made explosive headlines: "The Longchuan Telegraph Bureau of Huizhou Prefecture was attacked, the telegrapher was killed in three or five times, and the killer was shot dead on the spot."

After receiving the report, Zhao Kuo was furious: "This must have been done by Zeng Guofan! A terrorist attack!!"

However, if Zeng Guofan heard this guy roar, he would have curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Do not care about my bird's affairs, I didn't even beat the soy sauce."

A year later, Fang Bingsheng got off the large Western shock-proof carriage. He wore a round top hat, a neat suit and bow tie, shiny ground shoes under his feet, and a square briefcase in his hand. When he walked into the Western Society building, all the waiters nodded to him - a senior manager of the Haisong Telegraph Hall, Weng Jianguang's confidant.

Telegram Hall is also a new money-making machine because they issue stocks. Telegram's profit is very stable. One stock invested in 100 taels, but the annual dividend is about 10 taels. Many people want to squeeze in, so they can only buy stocks that others have invested in. Therefore, the stock is not traded at book value. Recently, the market price of Telegram Hall per share is 150 taels. The original shareholders have all made a fortune and are hesitant between selling and taking dividends.

At this moment, the managers of telegraph halls in various places rented the conference room of the Western Society and held an annual meeting.

Weng Jianguang, general manager of Haisong Telegraph Hall, the first listed company in Haisong, sat in the first seat. He turned the big diamond ring in his hand and was filled with happy memories of the glorious years: "A year ago, when I handled the Feng Shui incident in Kouwai Village, Your Majesty said to me: You are very powerful, you can go to the railway in the future; I didn't know what the railway was at that time. Thanks to Lord Zhong Jialiang's knowledgeable and taught me that it was a tiger who made money! Now we can ask Your Majesty to build a railway. We have the human resources and have the ability to solve problems. Money is a problem, but Your Majesty is too conservative and does not provide funds. This is wrong. Western learning is a good thing, how can we stop..."

At this time, a knock on the door came, and the door opened a crack. Fang Bingsheng stretched out his head and nodded to the boss. Weng Jianguang immediately smiled at everyone attending the meeting, "I lost my companion for a moment."

Walking outside the door, Fang Bingsheng was standing side by side with a fat man. Fang Bingsheng pointed to the other party and introduced: "This is Manager Fang of Gaozhou..."
Chapter completed!