Chapter 237: Eating Well Helps Work Better

Translator: 549690339

The middle-aged man’s ghost released a blood-curdling scream.

“Oh  So that’s what happened.” Huang Xiaolong suddenly understood.

The so-called ‘Yin House’ is the place where the ancestors’ coffins are buried; it is a place for them to rest in peace.

Just like a ‘Yang House’ pays attention to Feng Shui, so does a ‘Yin House’.

One could even say that the Feng Shui of a grave is more important than that of a house.

If the ancestors are buried in an excellent Feng Shui land, it will bring luck and prosperity to their descendants. Conversely, if the Feng Shui is poor, the descendants could experience misfortune, ranging from minor inconveniences to major disasters, even leading to family disintegration.

Originally, the mountain range behind this urban village was a Feng Shui treasure. The residents had their ancestors’ tombs buried here. They may not have been exceedingly prosperous, but they were at least peaceful and happy.

But now, the so-called richest family in the village, the Hu Family, had moved their ancestors’ graves to the back mountain and set up an evil formation. They had sucked up all the luck of the Yin Houses within ten kilometers.

This led to the residents of the urban village all having a gloomy aura about them, experiencing bad luck one after another. They either lost wallets or were robbed. Marital discord leading to divorce, trying to conceive without success, running a loss-making business, encountering ghosts when walking at night…

On the other hand, the Hu Family is doing great now. Huang Xiaolong had seen Young Master Hu today, and he was lively and full of red energy, full of wealth and prosperity…

Fate, luck, and Feng Shui all influence a person. The Feng Shui of a Yang House accounts for 30%, while that of a Yin House accounts for 70%.

This is to say, the Hu Family set up a formation at the tomb in the back mountain, completely seizing the luck of the Yin House buried there. Then they built houses in the urban village and set up a ‘trapped spirit formation’, further taking away all the Yang House’s luck.

They aren’t leaving any room for the people to survive! They want all the people in the village to suffer misfortune till death, to be wiped out!

“So, let me read your spirit.” Not only could Huang Xiaolong read a person’s face, but he could also read a ghost’s. He studied the middle-aged man’s ghostly face and stated slowly. “Your face suggests you should have a life of wealth and your children should have carefree lives. Your son’s sufferance of terminal liver cancer and his death before he was 30 years old… Ah, this is because your family’s Yin House was deprived of its luck, leading to your descendants’ wrongful death…”

“Hehe, it seems that this Hu guy has a much higher level of skills than that pervert Zhou’s… Hiding in a corner yet still causing so much chaos and resentment… Haha! Now that I’ve encountered him, I might as well have some fun… One family prospers while all others decline… He’s definitely a ruthless person… Now… I… I’m really looking forward to this…” Huang Xiaolong’s face was lit with excitement.

Actually, to destroy this situation of one family prospering while all others suffer, all that needs to be done is to break the evil formation that the Hu Family set up at the graves in the back mountain.

For Huang Xiaolong, this was merely a piece of cake!

“Alright, stop wandering around in the world of the living.” Huang Xiaolong turned his head to look at the fiercely glaring middle-aged ghost. “You’re soon going to become a malicious spirit. When that time comes, you’ll go around harming people. I will vanquish you. So…I’ll send you to the underworld to be reborn. Don’t worry. I’ll avenge your son’s death. I’ll crush the sinful Hu Family, the richest family in this village into a meat sauce in the stone mill of hell, and then rebuild their spirits to be crushed again… grind and grind, to give them a taste of their own medicine.”

After saying this, Huang Xiaolong took out the soul tube regardless of whether the middle-aged man’s ghost was willing or not, lifted the lid, and captured it.

Instantly, the temperature in the yard began to rise, and a fresh breeze blew through the space, leaving a lingering vitality.

At this time, Song Yuru had just served a few dishes of steaming hot food from the kitchen. After a burst of hustle, her flushed cheeks looked radiant and attractive, and a bit of sweat seeped out, making her look like a dew-kissed flower, dancing in the wind with an intoxicating fragrance.

“My dear, you’ve worked hard.” Huang Xiaolong flashed a grin.

“You only know how to eat the easy way out.” Song Yuru flashed a coquettish look at Huang Xiaolong. “Well, the sweet and sour spare ribs were made by me, remember to eat more.”

“Wow  My wife is so virtuous and can even cook! I will be blessed from now on!” Huang Xiaolong said exaggeratedly.

Dinner was served at the stone table in the yard.

It was a sumptuous meal, featuring chicken, duck, fish, shrimp, crab, and seasonal vegetables. The food also tasted decent.

Huang Xiaolong ate ferociously, wolfing down his food eagerly, prompting Song Yuru to cough several times to remind him to mind his manners. However, Mother Song and Father Song were happy, constantly grabbing food for him.

White rice – Huang Xiaolong had five large bowls in a row, he was a total foodie.

“Little Long… are you… very hungry?” Song Yuru was speechless.

“Not really.” Huang Xiaolong spoke while gobbling down his food. “I have some things to take care of later, so I need to eat well. Only when I’m full will I have energy.”

That’s right, Huang Xiaolong still had to go unearth the Hu Family’s ancestral graves. Could he not eat his fill?

“Er… Little Long, it would already be around 9 o’clock once you finish dinner. What else do you have to do?” Mother Song asked curiously.

“Ah, well… Huang Xiaolong couldn’t tell the truth, so he ambiguously said, “It’s nothing big, Uncle and Auntie, just a trifling matter… let’s not talk about it… hehehe ”

Even though Huang Xiaolong’s eating habits were a bit improper, the atmosphere of the dinner was still quite pleasant, filled with the warm vibes of a family dinner.

Just as they had finished eating and dishes had yet to be washed, a large crowd was seen swarming towards the front door of Song Yuru’s house.

There were old and young, men and women in the crowd. Leading them was a man in his sixties or seventies.

“Huh? Village Chief, you’re here?” Seeing the old man, Father Song and Mother Song immediately put down their bowl and chopsticks and stood up, faces filled with respect.

This man in his sixties or seventies was the village chief of the urban village. Despite being a low-level official, he was fair and just, and was highly regarded within the urban village.

“Yo  Yuru is back too?” The village chief took a glance at Song Yuru, then shifted his gaze towards Huang Xiaolong, looking at him curiously and expectantly for a few seconds. “Xiao Song, I heard this afternoon that you were driving in the city when an incident occurred and you were beaten into a coma… Are you alright now? I came to see you.”