He Fengsheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Although everything in front of him exceeded his own understanding, he was a gambling king at least and could not have been confused at this time.
Ye Hao did not hide it, but said lightly: "Mr. He has lived in the southeastern waters for a long time, and I believe he has heard of the evil arts of the South China Sea."
"This matter should be very related to the three great demon monks in Siam."
"Because what you see in front of you is the most evil type of evil magic in the South China Sea, raising little ghosts!"
"This little devil should be raised by the three great demon monks and is to be used to kill you and your family."
"It's just that human calculations are not as good as God's calculations. They are destined to their own destiny today, so this little devil is useless."
"And the so-called raising a little ghost must use evil magic to detain a newly dying child's soul and then keep it around."
"The little ghost I raise needs a lot of blood tonic to keep it alive."
"So, you and the servants who have disappeared recently should have a huge relationship with this little devil."
He Fengsheng was slightly stunned and said in a daze: "Little ghost eats people? How is this possible!"
Old Zhou also had his eyelids twitching, thinking that what Ye Hao said was too incredible.
But what he had just seen forced him to believe it.
Seeing the expressions of the two, Ye Hao said lightly: "You two, although I don't know much about Feng Shui, to put it bluntly, it is just a way to kill people."
"As long as it is a killing method, I understand it, and I know the way to crack it."
Ye Hao's expression was indifferent. He had never seen any killer when he was on the Eurasian battlefield?
The island nation's ninjas, Onmyoji, the American gene warrior, the Templars of the Empire of Sun Never Setting, the Nordic witches, etc.
The demon monk in Nanyang killed no more than eight hundred on the battlefield. This method of raising little ghosts really cannot help him.
"I know the way to crack it." He Fengsheng murmured and whispered the next moment: "I wonder how Mr. Ye is going to deal with this so-called little ghost?"
"This is hard to say, it depends on the specific situation, but I can remind Mr. He first. If I do it, your ancestral temple will probably be destroyed." Ye Hao spoke softly.
"Down with the ancestral temple?" He Fengsheng was slightly stunned. For him, the ancestral temple was a spiritual sustenance. If it was destroyed, he would not be able to explain to his ancestors after his death.
"Mr. Ye, can you think of a way to protect our ancestors like the archways of our family, otherwise..." He Fengsheng didn't say anything, but Ye Hao understood what he meant.
"Yes," Ye Hao said lightly, "but the ancestral temple is likely to be unstoppable, and there may be some risks in the process of moving these archways."
"Risk?" He Fengsheng said curiously, "What risk? Human life?"
Ye Hao shook his head and said, "It's not human life, but mysterious luck."
"The Ancestral Temple is the spiritual sustenance of a family and also the place of luck."
"Once you take away the archway, the luck you and your family have accumulated for many years will likely disappear."
"So, my suggestion is to build a ancestral temple on the spot after I have handled it. In this way, it will not damage your luck and your family."
Ye Hao's expression was indifferent, but the word "luck" made He Fengsheng look solemn in an instant.
Hejia started with gambling, and the most believed in the saying "one life, two fortunes, and three Feng Shui".
Although the luck is so mysterious, he dare not bet that this matter is fake.