Song Fengchen was awakened.

Half asleep and half awake, he reached out and grabbed the little monkey jumping up and down beside the pillow, and threw it behind him, and the world instantly became clear.

"It's still early, go to bed for a while." He stretched out his hand to help Xu Shujian who was also awakened, and said softly.

"Yeah." Xu Shujian was confused, turned over and got into Song Fengchen's arms.

Song Fengchen yawned silently, and when he was about to squint for a while, there was another whistling sound in his ear, followed by a furry guy and pressed him against his neck. .

Song Fengchen was so crushed by it that he turned his head to meet a pair of watery eyes.

He looked helpless, dressed lightly and got out of bed, went out of the door, and went into the bathroom. He picked up a tube of toothpaste and squeezed a tube of toothpaste on the toothbrush: "Say, what's wrong?"

The little guy who followed grabbed Song Fengchen’s trouser legs and climbed on top of his head. He grabbed a handful of Song Fengchen’s hair in one hand, and pointed at the ferret curled up on the sofa in the living room with his face accusing him. squeak--"

Song Fengchen let it call, and when it said that it was tired, the ferret on the sofa turned over, with its limbs up and down, and continued to sleep with its head, right when nothing had happened.

Song Fengchen raised his head and grunted a few times, spitting out the water in his mouth, and while holding the towel on the shelf, he said: "You said it, it's the same as you, now it lives here, you have to get along with it, you know? ?"

"Squeak, squeak..." The little guy was terribly wronged.

After losing the opportunity to eat alone, it ushered in a competitor who knew it could not beat it at first glance.

Why is monkey life so difficult!

So angry!

Am I not your unique little baby?

Song Fengchen turned a deaf ear to the little guy's accusation, grabbed the soap in the box and wiped his face.

"Squeak, squeak!"

Seeing Song Fengchen's indifferent appearance, the little guy looked disappointed.

Xu Shujian was delighted by the hunt, and also liked furry things, so she couldn't wait to hold the little guy in her palm. When it came to Song Fengchen, it was nothing more than a love house and a crow. Looking at the little guy's appearance, he said with relief: "Well, isn't it just that there is a spiritual creature in the house? Don't worry, it should be your share of rations that will not be less than yours."

With his guarantee, the little guy is relieved a lot, after all, he has no right to object.

It hung upside down on Song Fengchen's forehead, with his big eyes to small eyes, and sniffed: "Squeaky!"

This is what you said!

"Um."

Song Fengchen wrung out the towel, put it on the shelf, and turned into the kitchen.

The little guy whose basic rights were protected seemed to be in a much better mood. It hummed at the mountain-like ferret on the sofa, and climbed back into the bed like a majestic.

In fact, you can still sleep for a while.

The ferret wagged its tail, indifferent.

After breakfast, Xu Shujian packed his things and took the little guy out to attend a literary salon.

Song Fengchen left for Beimen Avenue, and the charcoal at home was running low.

In December, the weather in Beijing was quite cold. The daytime was fine, and the temperature at night had dropped to minus seven or eight degrees.

Song Fengchen was afraid of the cold, so the charcoal basin was burned early in the family.

After spending three yuan to buy one hundred and fifty catties of charcoal, Song Fengchen folded and went to the western suburbs.

The mansion has almost been renovated. Just wait for him to lay out the furniture and move in directly with the bag.

Door-to-door door-to-door paid the final payment to a few decorators, and returned from the western suburbs, just in time for the meal.

Xu Shujian was not at home, and Song Fengchen was too lazy to fire. He thought about it, and simply took the ferret to Xu Junmin's house for a meal. It was not far away anyway.

After eating lunch, I had a chat with Xu Junmin. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when I got home.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned a corner, he saw No. 7 or No. 8 crowded in the corridor outside his house.

"You are?" Song Fengchen took out the key.

Seeing the people, the middle-aged man headed Song Fengchen looked up and down, and then said respectfully: "Hello, sir, we are coming from the Hong Kong city and looking for a Master Song Fengchen Song."

"Hong Kong City?" Song Fengchen raised his brows slightly, looked over the middle-aged man, looked behind him, and suddenly said, "Are you the Ding family?"

After speaking, he walked over and opened the door: "Come in."

Noting Song Fengchen's gaze, the middle-aged man, Ding Sijing, reached out his hand and touched the cold sweat on his forehead, his heart settled.

The small living room suddenly squeezed into the number seven or eight. It was a bit crowded. The middle-aged man winked at the four bodyguards behind him, and the four put the gift box in his hand on the dining table and walked out.

Song Fengchen made tea and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Ding to come here so soon."

Ding Sijing took the tea bowl handed over by Song Fengchen and put it on the coffee table, and said with a wry smile: "Ding can't help it."

Song Fengchen sat across from Ding Sijing, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth with a respectful manner.

"I discovered something wrong around me two months ago. At that time, when I was alone, there was always a feeling of someone staring at me behind me, but when I turned around, there was no one behind me. Keep this matter to heart, because my youngest son usually likes to watch some horror movies. Before that, I happened to watch a ghost movie with him."

"Just half a month later, on the night of the 17th, I had a dream." Ding Sijing glanced at Song Fengchen: "I dreamed of a scholar whose family was very poor. His father had offended the local government. The strong servant of the rich merchant family was beaten to death in the street by the strong servant. The local county magistrate was frightened by the power of the rich merchant family and sentenced the strong servant's son to lose twenty taels of silver and then hurriedly closed the case. "

"Ten years later, the scholar Hanchuang studied hard, and was admitted to the top three jinshi with enthusiasm. He was taken home by a rich businessman and became a son-in-law on the way to the list. That rich businessman was the master who killed his father's strong servant back then."

"The wealthy businessman didn't know that there was such a relationship between him and the scholar. With his help, within six years, the scholar sat in the position of the experience department of the Sixth-Rank Metropolitan Procuratorate, and recognized the household department at that time. Secretary Zuo is a teacher."

"Once in power, he turned his face ruthlessly. Regardless of the life and death of his wife and children, the scholar accused the rich merchants and private sellers of salt and iron, colluded with foreigners, and bribed officials. This is a great crime for the destruction of the nine clans (the nine clans refer to the fourth family of the father, the third family of the mother, and the second family of the wife. Father family. The fourth refers to one's own family, married aunt and son, married sister and nephew, married daughter and grandson)."

"But how can a wealthy businessman make such a big family business in troubled times, how could he not have a hole card. His hole card is Ding Kuichu, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, who later supported Gui Wang Zhu Youlang to establish the Yongli regime."

Song Fengchen remembered that Cheng Hanfei once said in the South and North grain shops that the Ding family was the heir of Ding Kuichu, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

"Ding Kuichu and the wealthy businessman are both from Ma Muxiang. Ding Kuichu’s family background was not good. He was able to be promoted back then, and it was all supported by the rich businessman’s father. After Ding Kuichu made his fortune, the rich businessman was well versed in the complexity of human nature. Difficulties, so the wealthy businessmen never mentioned the relationship between his family and Ding Kuichu in front of outsiders, so Ding Kuichu’s face was completely covered."

"Ding Kuichu was very satisfied with the wealthy businessman's knowledge and interest. He also remembered the help of the rich businessman's father, so after receiving the letter of help from the rich businessman, he sent someone to fish out the rich businessman's family without saying anything."

"Finally, the scholar was sentenced to be executed at the back of the autumn for slandering his father-in-law and committing a heinous crime. After his death, the wealthy businessman was still unwilling to succumb, and sent someone to thwart him, and he followed his sister's family. Under the false framing, all the males of her sister's family were in the army, and none of the female relatives were in the Jiaofang Division."

Ding Sijing took a deep breath and tried to stay calm: "Less than two days after finishing this dream, my youngest son had an accident, a car accident, and broke two legs; the next day, my son-in-law had an affair with others and was caught by him. The news of the man’s husband caught in the bed and beaten half-dead was in the newspaper... Then, my patron was framed and put into jail, and a company under my name was stolen by a commercial espionage of an important trade secret... …"

"All in all, in the past month, my family has not had a life. I myself am more superstitious. There are so many things happening in my family one after another. I don't believe these are all coincidences. And in the dark, I have a kind of The dream I had that night was actually my ancestor’s instinct to warn me."

It's not that Ding Sijing has never asked for help from a master in Feng Shui metaphysics. It's just that after seeing him, these people hesitated or made a decisive decision. They all left on the excuse of not being good at learning skills, and even returned the red envelopes.

Just the day before yesterday, his eldest son was assassinated. Although he was lucky enough to get his life back, he has not yet passed the dangerous period. The doctor said that if he can’t wake up within today, his eldest son may change. Into a vegetative.

That's why, after he received Cheng Hanfei's call, he would find him non-stop.

In his heart, Song Fengchen has been regarded as the last straw.

Ding Sijing said anxiously: "Master Song——"

Song Fengchen touched his chin, and only asked, "Mr. Ding, how much do you know about Zong Guiren?"

Zong Guiren?

Ding Sijing was taken aback. Although he didn't understand why Song Fengchen suddenly asked these questions, he thought about it and said, "Zong Guiren, I seem to have heard of this name..."

A young man sitting beside him said, "Is this Zongguiren, who is known as the first person to raise ghosts in Nanyang?"

Hearing this, Ding Sijing realized afterwards, his heartbeat stagnated, and he lost his voice: "What does Master Song mean?"

I saw Song Fengchen raising his head, looking over Ding Sijing, falling behind him, and saying, "What I hate most is being threatened."