Yellow River corpse hunter

Chapter 30
After getting the master's consent, I left the Wang family.

Soon the old ghost gave me an address, and I was slightly taken aback when I saw it.

I also know the place on the address, but I am puzzled, this is actually a shantytown.

After about ten minutes, I walked into a somewhat messy street.

The surrounding garbage and sewers are releasing the stench almost unscrupulously. The ground has completely turned into a pitted dirt road. Some migrant workers in work clothes, some young people with colorful hair permed, and some shirtless big man.

No matter how you look at this place, it doesn't look like a place where a tall man lives.

I patiently walked through here, and finally came to a residential building, and stepped up to the fifth floor.

Knocked on the door.

The buildings here still have anti-theft doors for more than 20 years, and there is a wooden door inside.

I knocked for a long time, but there was no movement inside. When I was in a hurry, a faint sour smell came directly. A man with unkempt hair and a beard looked at me cautiously.

"What's the matter?" the man asked.

"Hello, are you Mufengqingyang?" I asked suspiciously.

"You are Huanghe Old Yang!" The man opened the door excitedly, and a bigger sour smell hit him directly.

In my heart, I became more suspicious of Mu Feng Qingyang, so I could only frown and nod slightly.

"Great, I heard the old ghost mentioned you a long time ago, come in quickly, come in quickly!" Mu Fengqingyang became more excited, and he opened the door hastily.

I followed him and walked in directly. The room is not big, and there is almost no place to set foot in the living room except for a computer desk. The table is full of various instant noodle buckets and snack packaging bags. I brought a plastic stool directly from the side and placed it in front of me, while I sat alone on the gaming chair next to the computer desk.

I sat down slowly, but now I am extremely skeptical about the real identity of this Mu Fengqingyang, this looks like a big brother who is addicted to the Internet, he looks like a master who knows 64 hexagrams!

"I didn't expect you to be Huanghe Lao Yang. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard about it a long time ago. Your master is Daoist Song. I've heard his name for a long time but I haven't seen him. Today I finally saw it!" Mu Fengqing Yang said carelessly.

I smiled awkwardly, and said directly: "Brother Mu Fengqingyang, my name is Lin Yang. This is my original name. I heard from the old ghost that you know the 64 hexagrams and can deduce some things?"

When Mu Fengqingyang heard this, he nodded slightly, took out a cigarette casually from the side, lit it up and took a puff: "That's right, I do understand the 64 hexagrams, you can call me Muyang, this is my true love." Name, in fact, I knew you came to me today, and I posted a post in that supernatural forum because I knew that you would come to me eventually!"

"Huh?" I shook my head, feeling amused.

This big brother has a brain problem, you post on the forum because you know I will come to you, you must make up a convincing nonsense!
Mu Yang waved his hand, and continued to say casually: "I know you won't believe it, so let's get to the point. If I guessed correctly, you should be a person who was not destined to live in this world. To avoid some kind of curse, am I right?"

"What?" I was stunned for a moment, and looked at him seriously: "How do you know?"

"Don't worry, don't be nervous!" Mu Yang smiled relaxedly: "I don't mean anything malicious, it's just that my master and you are inextricably linked. It needs to be completed, so I will use the name Mu Fengqingyang in the supernatural forum, many times everything has a cause and effect, I planted the cause, and in the end you came and this is the result!"

"This!"

I was a little confused for a moment.

Maybe the master knows these things, but apart from that, it is absolutely impossible for grandpa to tell others, so how did Mu Yang in front of him know?
So now, I have some confidence in the 64 hexagrams of Muyanghui.

Mu Yang continued to look at me with a smile, he patted my shoulder with some greasy hands: "I don't intend to tell your secret, it's just that my job may misunderstand you, so I have to do this as a last resort !Okay, the atmosphere made me a little embarrassed, tell me your purpose, what are you doing here?"

"Well, since you even know that I came to you, don't you know the purpose of my coming?" I asked directly.

Mu Yang waved his hand: "Although I can deduce it, you know that it is an extremely difficult process to deduce something. I don't deserve to waste such a small thing, so I don't bother to calculate it!"

"Well, okay then!" I hesitated for a while, and simply told Mu Yang about the Han family.

Mu Yang frowned and thought for a few minutes.

He looked at me and asked: "Birth date, do you have it?"

"Yes, I'll give it to you!"

After all, I handed over the birth date of Han Feng, son of the Han family, to Mu Yang.

Mu Yang started to come to his computer with a note that recorded his birth date.

He suddenly opened the program and entered the birth date into it, and then I saw a crackling sound, and Mu Yang was typing on the keyboard quickly.

For a full 10 minutes, Mu Yang didn't stop for a moment. He saw a series of formulas displayed on the screen, and all kinds of codes were confused.

Although he has never done fortune-telling, he heard from his master that fortune-telling is not done through calculations using some Taoist props, such as copper coins and tortoise shells.

How did it come to this Mu Yang, it became a code formula.

"Water, give me water!" Mu Yang said suddenly.

I quickly handed him a bottle of mineral water, and Mu Yang drank most of the bottle straight up, wrote down a series of dense numbers, and handed it to me

"This is the result, you can see for yourself!" Mu Yang said.

"Ah!" I looked at the numbers on a slip of paper, with a blank expression on my face: "What do you think of this?"

"By the way, I'm really in a daze, wait a moment, you probably don't understand, why don't you ask me and tell you!" Mu Yang said hastily.

I looked at Mu Yang and asked tentatively, "Okay, little brother Mu, let me ask you, is this Han Feng alive or dead? Why do fortune tellers say he is dead?"

"This!" Mu Yang hesitated, looked at me and said slowly: "First of all, I can tell you that this Han Feng is a living person, he is definitely a living person!"

"It's fine if he's alive, but from the hexagram, why did he drown when he was eight years old?" I continued to ask.

Mu Yang paused for a moment, and suddenly said in front of me: "Is that because, like him and you, you are unlucky people?"

"What?" I stood up and stared straight at Mu Yang: "What do you mean, Han Feng, the youngest son of the Han family, has changed his fate?"

(End of this chapter)