"But before going to the tomb, my grandfather was known as the best master in Nanyang, and he was a God of War level figure."
"It's just corpse energy, but it makes him seem like a different person!"
"I have brought him to Hong Kong over the years just to find doctors all over the world for him."
"But in the end I found that neither traditional Chinese medicine nor Western medicine could save him."
"Someone told me that this is not a disease, but that his luck has been affected."
"If you want to save him, the best way is to pull out the corpse energy from his body."
"However, I have searched all over Hong Kong for Feng Shui masters, but no one has this ability."
"Even Su Shaolin, who is known as the number one Feng Shui master in Hong Kong City, changed his face and left after seeing my grandfather's condition, saying that there was nothing he could do to help."
"He actually recommended five Taoist temples to me, saying that if the temple owner or the saint takes action, there is a certain probability that my grandfather can be saved."
"But the problem is, how can the Nanyang Gang be qualified to let the five Taoist temples take action?"
"So, when I met Mr. Ye tonight, I remembered the information I just got. Even Su Shaolin suffered a big loss in front of you, and we Nanyang brats were easily eliminated by you."
"So I want to use the dead horse as a living horse doctor to see what you can do, Mr. Ye."
Yang Youxuan briefly explained the situation to Ye Hao.
But when she said this, her pretty face was less charming and charming, and more worried and anxious.
Obviously, Gang Leader Yang, who is aloof and well-known in Hong Kong and the two cities of gambling, also has a feminine side.
Ye Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a moment, realizing that her worry about his grandfather was completely sincere. His hostility decreased a little and he said softly: "Don't worry, although I am not a Feng Shui master, I know all the killing techniques in the world.
a bit."
"Since I promised you, I will do my best."
While talking, the two of them had already passed through the Nanyang courtyard and arrived at a room covering an area of about 100 square meters.
This house is very uniquely built, and its entire body is made of warm materials.
And except for a palm-sized ventilation window and a locked door, everything else was sealed.
If you don't look carefully, you might think this is a large tomb instead of a house.
Ye Hao frowned slightly, and when he saw Yang Youxuan opening the door carefully, he followed her in.
Entering the room, Ye Hao immediately felt a wave of heat hitting his face.
In the entire room, in addition to the air conditioning and floor heating being turned on, there are also fireplaces burning on three walls of the room.
In the middle of the room, there is a stove with hot tea boiling on it.
But the strange thing was that although there was a heat wave in this place, Ye Hao still felt a biting chill.
And this kind of chill is like substance, with a flavor like the Nine Netherworld.
It seems that no matter what, the heat wave all around cannot hide this chill.
Ye Hao squinted his eyes slightly and fixed his gaze on the source of the chill.
There was a stone bed deep in the room, and there was a charcoal fire burning under the stone bed, but it still could not suppress the strong chill above.
The source of the chill was an old man with white hair.
"This is my grandfather, Yang Diming."
Looking at the old man in front of her, Yang Youxuan had a sad look on her face: "Since he came back, he has been extremely cold every day and can't leave this house at all."