? ? ?

   Dou Ge looked dazed.

  Line 7? What the hell?

  He doesn’t care about construction at all.

  It was Feng Wei. He immediately realized what Yan Tao was talking about. He was also shocked, "Yan Tao, has there been an accident on Line 7?"

  Yantao said very quickly and authentically, "It's almost there, it will be too late when something happens."

   Dou Ge: "What, what do you mean?"

  Yan Tao’s eyes were cold, and she said quietly, “If you don’t call again, Dou Tingradio and a group of people will either die or be injured today!”

   "Huh?" So serious? ! Dou Ge's eyes widened. Regardless of whether what Yan Tao said was true or not, this kind of thing would be more credible, and it would be good to make a call to remind him. He quickly took out the phone and asked Dou Tingluo to lead the people away from the construction site.

On the construction site at the other end, Dou Tingluo held up the phone, listened to his cousin's incoherent words, and immediately sank his face, "Smelly boy, I am doing my job, don't make trouble, something is going to happen, don't curse me."

Dou Ge was about to continue talking. He stretched out a hand next to him and grabbed the phone directly. Yan Tao put one hand in his pocket, watching the Yin Qi that had begun to spread upward, and said directly, "Hello Director Dou, I am Dou Ge's friend, are you on the construction site now?"

  Dou Tingruo is confused. He hasn't done the next work yet. What kind of moth Dou Ge is playing with him!

  But he nodded politely, "Hello."

  Yantao: "Director Dou, you have destroyed the feng shui of the corpse pit. Now the whole feng shui pattern has been reversed, and the black and red air above your head has rushed into the sky. It has become a place of great evil! You stay on the construction site today, and you will die at any time."

Dou Ting frowned. He was about to refute the magic stick from here, or something fierce in Feng Shui. He listened to the voice on the phone, "You have invited a high monk to do it today. You can tell him to recite the general Try the Heart Sutra, and it won’t hurt you if you try it."

  Dou Tingruo hung up the phone, after thinking about it, he walked towards the eminent monk, "Master Ningji."

  Ningji was an old monk with kind eyebrows and kind-hearted eyes. He twirled the Buddha beads in his hands and asked after calling the Buddha's name, “Don’t be a donor, do you need to do something for Lao Ya?”

  Dou Tingluo: "Can Master Ningji please recite the Pudi Heart Sutra again?"

  Ning Ji was taken aback, "Naturally."

He closed his eyes and began to recite the Pudi Heart Sutra. His expression was very peaceful at first. However, he failed to recite for five minutes. Suddenly seemed to be cut off by something, and he could no longer recite. At the same time, Ningji's blood was surging from the soles of his feet. There was a cold air that spread to the spine.

Dou Tingradio clearly saw the changes in Ning Ji's complexion. Seeing that the master's originally kind complexion suddenly twisted, Ning Ji's fingers twisted on the Buddha beads and the blue veins protruded. He suddenly opened his eyes, red blood appeared in his eyes, and he grabbed the sinus. Tingluo's arm yelled in a hurry, "Go! Hurry up and tell everyone to leave here!"

   "Immediately! Soon!"

Dou Tingluo was taken aback by Ning Ji’s sudden change of expression. He was shocked at this moment. He didn’t know what had happened. However, he felt a cold back at this moment. He immediately took out his mobile phone and ordered the secretary to tell everyone to retreat immediately. , Leave the construction site!

  The workers didn’t know what was going on, and followed a call to go out.

   "Why did you stop doing it all of a sudden?"

   "I don't know, but the leader told us to go."

  "Who knows what these leaders are thinking about all day long. They take a break when they rest, and they have to pay us for their wages."