The others looked at Grandpa Sun and chatted with each other. They couldn't help looking at Yan Zhixu with worried eyes.

The old man Sun himself retired from the Public Security Bureau, and now his son and daughter-in-law are also working in the public security system, the family's iron job.

If this is wrong, Master, wouldn't it be unfortunate? Going to the bureau to drink tea is, to put it bluntly, squatting in the bureau!

Yan Zhixu sat in the seat, his expression unchanged as before.

She raised her eyebrows sullenly, and stared at Grandpa Sun's face, "Your body looks tough, but in fact, your waist is often sore. At night, your legs often cramp and have cold pains."

Hearing her words, Grandpa Sun's eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't completely let down his guard, he smiled and said.

"It's just rheumatism, and the old people basically have problems. This doesn't explain anything."

"You have a child under five years old at home who has been crying a lot at night recently."

Young children cry incessantly at night either because they are too weak to see bad dirt, or because they are entangled by dead babies.

The situation in his family is clearly the latter.

The resentment of the dead baby was too great, and the nostalgic people would not reincarnate unless the resentment was eliminated.

As soon as Yan Zhixu finished saying this, Grandpa Sun's eyes flashed for a while, and his originally straight back relaxed a little bit tight face.

I have to start over to examine this young girl in front of me, is she really a master of Xuanmen?

Every local police station is more or less related to the supernatural department. He naturally believes that there are high-level people in this world.

But they also asked some masters to see the problem of the little grandson, but they didn't see any problems.

Yan Zhixu didn't care about Grandpa Sun's surprise.

He lowered his head and picked up the camouflage backpack placed on the stone table, opened the inner layer and took out a drawn tedious spell.

Hand the spell to Grandpa Sun, "Burn it and melt it in water for the child to drink, and your problem can be solved."

He stretched out his hand to take the spell and carefully stuffed it into his pocket, with doubts and deep admiration between his eyebrows.

The master is talking about you and not the little grandson. Could it be that his recent backache and leg cramps are not rheumatism? Is it because of the yin qi in the little grandson?

"If you have time, let your son and daughter-in-law burn him some clothes and paper money."

The dead baby who failed to come into the world is very resentful and powerful. If he intended to harm their family, it would be bad luck now.

Grandpa Sun nodded at an unknown reason, suppressing the doubts in his heart and saying with respect, "Okay, thank you Master."

Burn clothes and paper money?

he?

Who is he that the master said? Get tangled up in their house's filth?

He took out a bright red grandpa Mao and put it on the table and then got up and left.

Yan Zhixu picked up the money and stuffed it into his pocket.

Mo Shuan: "..."

Brother Jiang: "..."

This money is a bit easy to come by, but why do you always feel a little uneasy about your conscience?

Is this propaganda feudal superstition? Will the live broadcast room be blocked? Do you want to call the director and ask for instructions and issue a statement saying it's a script?

"Master, can you calculate for me when my son can become an official?"

"Go, go, just that ignorant brat in your family who still wants to be an official? Master, you should figure out when my family will get rich."

"Master, my daughter is divorced and has a child. When will she have a second sex? How does my second son-in-law compare to the first?"

"Grandmaster……"

"Grandmaster……"

Grandpa Sun and Aunt Li both gave the money respectfully, which is enough to show that the master is a real person and not a liar.

The opportunity is rare, and this is the same for fortune-telling, you have to seize it carefully.