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Chapter 88

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    Although very upset, Yang San will still abide by the rules within a certain range, so as not to directly trap these things.  What's more, although the wood of this boat comes from the same source as the bed she sleeps on, the material of her bed is obviously purer and full of aura.  For example, she is the presidential room, and this boat is the guest room of the same hotel.

    When she thought about it this way, she felt a little more comfortable.

    "Master, what's wrong with this boat?" Fei Yanbo asked with concern.

    Yang San came back to his senses and said, "Can I go to the painting boat to have a look?"

    Fei Yanbo smiled slightly, "Of course."

    When Yang San boarded the boat, his expression unconsciously brought out some doubts.  How should I put it, although she didn't know what the wood was, it was obviously not a mortal thing.  When looking at the ship from the shore, the aura it unconsciously exudes is surprising.  But when she boarded the boat and was surrounded by it, the spiritual energy disappeared.

    It's weird!

    She looked sideways at Fei Yanbo, Fei Yanbo still had a radiant smile, looked handsome, and combined with his wealth, he was still very attractive to young girls.  Yang San couldn't see through his face, obviously being disturbed.

    She lowered her eyelids and continued shopping.

    No matter how big a boat is, there is a limit to it, and it takes five minutes to walk almost all of it.  The strange emotion in her heart was always lingering and never dissipated.

    "Master, what do you think is the right time to go into the water this month?"

    Yang San raised his head and said calmly: "I'm afraid there will be no suitable days this month."

    Fei Yanbo looked a little sad, "Is there really nothing to do this month? In ten days or so it will be the second anniversary of my wife's death, so I hope to choose a suitable time this month."

    Yang San said: "If you are not afraid of accidents, it's okay to go into the water today."

    Before she found out the reason for the weirdness of this boat, she certainly wouldn't just talk about a day.  Although she likes money, she won't just talk about it.

    Fei Yanbo sighed, and said: "In this case, I can only look forward to the opportunity to cooperate with the master next time." Obviously, Fei Yanbo is determined.

    Yang San shrugged and said nothing.

    Although she didn't give the time, Fei Yanbo still gave her a red envelope.  Yang San accepted it with peace of mind, it's not easy for her to go out on a hot day.  What's more, she also gave advice.

    She was just about to get off the boat.  Suddenly a drop of water fell, Yang San subconsciously caught the drop with his palm.  She looked up to the sky, the sun was shining brightly, and Lei Gong and Lei Mu were not seen on the cloud, obviously it was impossible to rain today.  Where did this water come from?

    Another drop of water fell, like a tear from a boat.  Taking advantage of Fei Yanbo's unpreparedness, she checked the place where the water dripped - it was very dry, and there was no sign of water dripping at all.

    The fog that shrouded the ship became thicker, which also made Yang San rare to be curious.

    She then asked Fei Yanbo some questions about the painting boat, but unfortunately she couldn't get any clues from it.

    After returning, she found that Fei Yanbo had given a red envelope of about 100,000 yuan. From this point of view, he was quite generous

    Because he was very interested in this matter, when the night was dark and the wind was high, Yang San used an invisibility tactic on his body and came back to the boat.  In the quiet night, the exquisite and luxurious painting boats in the daytime add a bit of eerie feeling.

    When the bright moonlight fell on Huafang, a faint red light appeared.

    If you can't see why, why don't you try another angle?

    With a move in her heart, she directly summoned a cloud, sat on the cloud, and looked down at the painting boat from a high altitude.  Suddenly her expression became subtle: from this angle, the painting boat actually faintly looks like a coffin.

    The pattern of the coffin is either to suppress the soul, or to set up a feng shui bureau for promotion and wealth.  But this boat floats on the water, and "the funeral coffin floats on the water", which is a very fierce pattern, if it is used to suppress the soul, it will be easy to backfire.  So who designed this painting boat for him?  Think he didn't die fast enough?

    Yang San clicked his tongue, with such a fierce situation, if he wanted to be safe and not have an accident, he would have to split the boat.

    She came down from the cloud, planning to remind Fei Yanbo for the sake of the 100,000 red envelopes.

    Just as she was about to go back, she saw a figure walking towards her. It was a woman's figure - she didn't know what she was doing here in the middle of the night.

    The woman looked left and right, carrying a bucket of things in her hand, and the smell of gasoline wafted out.  She looks ordinary, in her early forties.?

    It's just that Yang San didn't summon it in the end, and this was the first time she missed it.  There may be two reasons for this situation.  One is that Shuiyuan's soul is trapped in a certain place, and the other is that she has lost her soul and naturally cannot be recalled.

    Originally, she thought it was just a small matter of Feng Shui, but it was more complicated than she imagined.  Yang San became more and more interested in the truth of the whole matter, but in the final analysis, she was so active because she was free and bored, so she found something for herself to do.

    Before she could find any more clues, there was movement from Fei Yanbo's side.

    "Boss, didn't you take Fei Yanbo's job before? Why did he find someone else?" Yin Wenjue heard the news, and asked Yang San to talk about it.

    Yang San's eyes flickered, but his tone remained calm, "Well, I don't think the boat should be launched, so I refused."

    Yin Wenjue said: "Fei Yanbo found a feng shui master on the Xiangjiang River, and he has already set the time for the boat to launch, which will be at the end of the month."

    "What day?" Yang San asked.

    "August twenty-fourth."

    August 24th, that day happened to be the second anniversary of Shuiyuan's death.

    Yang San thought for a while, and said, "Inquire about the place where the boat is launched. We may rent a boat nearby, and maybe we can see a lively scene."

    Yin Wenjue patted his chest, "What kind of boat to rent! My family has a lot of boats, and the boss will directly pick one he likes, and we will drive there!"

    Yang San has no expression on his face: Damn rich.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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