At around six o'clock, Lao Mo's group of men and the Zhu family's bodyguards all appeared one after another. The entire Zhu family no longer had the cold color it had last night, and people were busy everywhere.
Today is the day to bury Li Mengting's mother and son. The bodies of mother and son were carried into the coffin. No one said a word about the strange scene in the funeral shed and the abnormal position of the corpse.
It's all Lao Mo who is directing, and those people are doing the work!
After an extremely simple farewell ceremony, the coffin was carried into the funeral parlor's black modified commercial vehicle and taken away directly. The Zhu family villa returned to its former tranquility.
Zhu Cheng also changed back to the imposing big boss, said a few polite words to Uncle Wu, and left with his men.
And we also got on the Zhu family's car bound for the resort to pick up Zhang Wei, who turned out to be there these days.
Maybe it was because Uncle Wu and I only went out of the room to eat and sleep, so we didn't run into him.
The first time I saw Zhang Wei, I just felt that this heartless thing had grown fat.
"Have you been living a wonderful life these days?" I asked him, squinting and not being able to understand his humming behavior.
Zhang Wei was so weak that he didn't see Uncle Wu and I looking tired. He was talking excitedly about what he had played with and never seen before these days, how he ate and enjoyed it, and what kind of accommodation he was living in.
Superior rooms, etc.
The point is, "Sanman, did you know that they didn't even ask me to spend a penny, and they were so polite? I couldn't even order it at first!"
I don't want to deal with this guy anymore. You have to know that when he is sleeping happily, we are all risking our lives.
He was eating and drinking, and while we were playing, we were so tired that we just fell asleep. Uncle Wu was also very dissatisfied with Zhang Wei's behavior, so he slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Shut up, I want to slap you when I hear you talk."
people."
Zhu's car was very high-end, with a very spacious space in the back, and a partition glass raised between the front and rear seats. It sent us directly towards the village, without any intention of asking us to continue taking the bus.
When we came here, we were the makeup artists hired by Lao Mo, and we drove over mountains and rivers ourselves. The specifications were immediately upgraded this time. After all, we helped the Zhu family solve a fatal problem this time.
The space became quiet, and I thought about what I had doubts about yesterday, and prepared to ask Uncle Wu, "Uncle Wu, could that mysterious and weird Master Lang throw out an amulet?"
Mentioning this person, Uncle Wu started chatting, "It's not just an amulet, it's also a good thing that has been blessed by an expert. It's a pity that it was destroyed at the last moment yesterday."
"Young Master Lang's status must be unusual, right? Why is his position in the Zhu family so embarrassing?" This is just my feeling. It was nothing to do with me before, so I didn't ask too much. Now it's just a casual chat with Uncle Wu, so I brought it up.
"I'm sure by looking at the face and touching the bones, that person is definitely more valuable than Zhu Cheng, but he fell ill without the amulet. It's still a yin disease. This shouldn't be the case. Your uncle Wu also does things in the wealthy family.
Not sure."
"But having said that!" Uncle Wu mysteriously took out a piece of paper. I didn't even know when he wrote it. He unfolded it and handed it to me to read, "Sanman, look at what Uncle Wu wrote, can you read it?"
How much do you know?"
The paper is full of dense numbers and there are many heavenly stems and earthly branches, and the corresponding marks of the nine stars and five elements. This should be the approximate horoscope that Uncle Wu got by touching the bones.
It was too deep for me to understand, but I could only tell that this man's life was indeed very valuable, so he returned the paper to Uncle Wu.
"I can't see much. I can only understand that Uncle Wu, you are trying to explain why this person who is supposed to have a life of worry-free life and is helped by noble people is so easy to be evil. What you are asking is where the disease starts, but I can't see the result.
out."
Uncle Wu chuckled and stuffed the paper into his pocket, "Yes, I can see that you have studied hard. Don't tell me where this illness came from. I didn't even understand it myself, but I can see that this person
The luck of a noble person is indeed good, and there are high-level people in the family to protect you, but if it is interfered by man-made things and your spirit is ruined, your life will probably be very difficult."
"Man-made? Uncle Wu, are you saying that his current behavior may be man-made persecution?"
Uncle Wu leaned back on the comfortable seat behind him, kicked his legs, and began to talk about ancient times leisurely. At this time, no matter how sleepy I was, I could still be full of energy and listen to what the old people said.
"There are good and bad people, yin and yang. Since ancient times, at the highest level of society, among those who claim to be the sons of God, or the chosen ones, there are many people who will support some capable yin and yang people. They know Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang
Is that so? They are the most famous among the people being supported."
"What the world pursues is nothing more than fame, fortune, and wealth, so there is a saying that it helps the tyrants to do evil. Later, when the Tatars entered the customs, people outside the customs deeply understood the horror of the invisible and intangible mysterious power in the yin and yang industry. On the one hand,
I have supported a group of unspeakable such people, and on the other hand, I have banned them among the people, driven out and suppressed such capable people."
Uncle Wu sometimes speaks rather naggingly, and his circling expressions can only mean one thing, that is, the difference between now and the past is just a change of time, and many of the underlying forms have not changed much.
Many wealthy people, after reaching a certain level of wealth, become more afraid of death and want their enemies to die quietly and mysteriously.
Whether they want to protect themselves or harm others, they are all doing things like supporting Yin and Yang Tao masters for their own use. This Master Lang is a victim we happened to see. It's that simple.
Perhaps seeing the look of disgust in my eyes, Uncle Wu knew that I understood what he meant, smiled, leaned on the backrest and closed his eyes.
My mind was in chaos, and I fell asleep in a daze while the car was shaking slightly.
I had enough torment last night. My arms were more sore than walking around the village twice, and my whole body was exhausted and I fell asleep immediately.
That guy Zhang Wei, as early as when Uncle Wu and I started chatting, he had already resigned himself to his fate and started to sleep. This guy was probably reincarnated as a pig. He can eat, sleep, drink and play. Even if he talks about business, he can only say a few words.
I can't even open my eyes.
After we got home, we were woken up by the driver and the car was parked at the entrance of Uncle Wu's house. This service was really good.
After returning to the village, Zhang Wei ran away to his house. I guessed that he and his mother were going to brag about what they had seen and heard in the provincial capital, while I planned to stay at Uncle Wu's place for a meal before going back.
Uncle Wu's yard is being cleaned up and taken care of by Zhang Wei's mother. Everything is the same as before we left. As for my small yard, you don't have to think about it. There must be a certain layer of dust now. Let's get rid of it first and then go back to clean it up.