Chapter 206: Hanging Copper Coins and Swords (1)

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Yang Zimei glanced at him and found that his brows were frowning. He didn't need to open his eyes to know his general intention.

However, Yang He is her cousin, and usually has a good relationship with her family. When she didn't know Feng Shui, he was also very kind to him, and he often carried him out to play.

Therefore, she was not disgusted with the purpose of his coming, but asked directly, "Has uncle encountered some troubles recently?"

Hearing this, Yang He touched the back of his head and smiled shyly, "I knew I couldn't hide anything from you, Niuniu."

"It's okay, uncle, please tell me something." Yang Zimei asked him to sit down.

The smile on Yang He's face disappeared, replaced by a sad look, "Niuniu, uncle knows that you are very powerful, you hurry up and help uncle, Xiaofei, he doesn't know if he has hit the evil, and me and your aunt, these The days are very bad, not to mention the business collapse, and there is almost a bloodbath. These may be related to our moving to a new house."

"Oh? I've seen Feng Shui in your new house, so there won't be any problems." At that time, Yang He bought a residential house in Shenzhen. Before moving in, he also invited Yang Zimei to see Feng Shui and set up the Feng Shui Bureau.

"The problem is that there are relatively few people living in my entire community, and many floors are hoarded by people's real estate speculation. A building has more than 20 floors, and only a few people live in it. It is called a ghost town by the outside world. I heard some people say , If there are too many empty buildings in one building, it will provoke ghosts..." Yang He Ai said.

Yang Zimei pondered for a while, "This is also possible. However, I have set up a Feng Shui Bureau in your room, and ordinary Yin spirits will not enter. Did you mess with things according to what I said?"

"Absolutely not. Uncle knows your skills, how dare you move around?" Yang He said hurriedly.

"Then I'll take a look with you tomorrow. Anyway, it's Saturday tomorrow, so I don't have to go to school." Yang Zimei said.

"Thank you Niuniu, I know that Niuniu is the best for her uncle." Yang He raised his eyebrows with joy when he heard that Yang Zimei was willing to help him.

Before he could finish speaking, his cell phone rang. It was a call from home, and when he answered it, his wife's hurried and anxious voice came from there, "Yang He, it's not good, Xiaofei suddenly said. Foamed and fainted, and now in the hospital, the doctor can't find out the reason, come back quickly."

Yang He was shocked.

"What's the matter?" Yang Zimei asked.

Yang He told the matter once.

Because Yang He is her relative, she can't figure out anything, Yang Fei is her cousin, and she can't wait for her to die, so she immediately followed Yang He to Shenzhen.

Came to the hospital, entered the ward.

Yang Fei, who was only ten years old, was lying on the hospital bed, his face dark and full of evil spirits.

Because of the injection, he also fell asleep, but he didn't sleep so peacefully, his small brows were tightly knitted, very painful, as if someone was holding a knife against him.

"What did the doctor say?" Yang He asked his wife Chen Guifang.

"I did all kinds of examinations, but I couldn't find anything. The doctor said to continue to observe." Chen Guifang shed tears.

"Niuniu, what do you think?" Yang He looked at Yang Zimei worriedly. He finally gave birth to a son like Yang Fei, and he must not make any mistakes, so he pinned all his hopes on Yang Zimei.

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