Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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Yang Zimei reluctantly sent away the head of Yuqing Road who was determined to return to the mountains.

She came to Mo Xuan in Song Xuan to meet with an appointment guest.

This guest was the director of an office in the city, called Huang Jian. When Yang Zimei saw him at first glance, he had some kind of aversion to him.

This person's innate appearance was originally good, but it gradually became crooked. At first glance, it was a utilitarian expression that was flattering.

As soon as he saw Yang Zimei, he was eloquently talking about the troubles he encountered. The general meaning is that the house he bought has good feng shui, and his neighbors are constantly advancing and getting rich, but he has been stagnant. Before, even faced the danger of being suppressed.

He couldn't figure out why, wondering if his family's crime had affected Feng Shui, which led to him doing this.

Yang Zimei frowned slightly, listening to the spit of saliva and finishing the conversation.

For such a person, she really didn't want to help him.

However, out of professional ethics and integrity, now that you have opened the door to do business, you can only refuse to come.

She followed him to the residential building where he lived.

I have to say that the feng shui location of the whole building is extremely good, and the builder should have been looking for feng shui masters, and the whole building is very lucky.

Theoretically, the residents living here should be relatively smooth.

She followed Huang Jian to the seventh floor where he was.

This building was developed and built by Huang Jian's little sister-in-law, so he left him with the best location in Feng Shui.

However, as soon as Yang Zimei entered his house, he immediately felt that the room was turbid and turbulent, the air was dead, and Feng Shui was defeated.

She looked around, all the home furnishings were extremely good, and there was nothing inconsistent with feng shui.

She looked around puzzledly, wondering why this kind of Fengshui's inexplicable decline had occurred.

I was thinking that an old lady, about eighty years old, dressed in some shabby and dirty places stood on a crutch with a sweeping handle, came out of the room near the bathroom, her face was dishy, ​​her eyes were dim, and she was looking at Huang Jian's eyes flinched.

Yang Zimei noticed that her crotch crotch was soaked with wet urine, and it seemed to be incontinence.

As soon as Huang Jian saw her, she immediately turned black and scolded disgustedly: "You old stuff, you won't even be able to go to the toilet when you pee. You might as well die, don't **** lose face in front of my guests. "

"She is?"

When Yang Zimei saw him scold the old lady so much, he asked later.

"She's my mother, a little demented, incontinence and annoyance." Huang Jian finished and said to her with a smile, "Master Yang, you laughed."

Yang Zi frowned and did not speak.

At this time, the door opened, and a slightly obese middle-aged woman and a girl about fifteen years old came in.

As soon as the middle-aged woman saw the old lady, she scolded immediately. Whatever the old was not dead, what old dirty things came out, and the girl even went to pull the old lady into the room, and then slammed the door with a slam. The nasty road, "Dirty and dead, and running around, the house is going to be terrible."

Looking at all this, Yang Zimei's fist clenched slightly.

Just now, she looked in the room where the old lady lived, and saw a low broken table with half a bowl of rice on it, the floor was dirty, and the bed was like a litter box, dirty and wet.