"Can smoke disrupt the local feng shui?" I asked curiously.

"It's only temporary, and the effect is extremely limited. It's impossible to completely change it, but it should be enough to open the coffin containing the baby spirit . " Luo Tianbao said, staring at the small coffin.

Sure enough, when the thick smoke completely formed a black barrier above our heads, Wu Bao led the coffin bearers to finally lift up the coffin. He said, "Brothers, put in some effort and move faster." After that, the eight of them trotted towards Wanghu Village.

People who don't know much about the profession of coffin bearers think it is a strenuous job, because it is just eight people carrying a coffin, which seems to require no technical skills at all. However, it is not easy to make a living in this profession. Not to mention the strange and weird things that may be encountered in the process of carrying the coffin, just the coordinated pace of these eight people is not easy to master. Therefore, coffin bearers are generally small teams that work together all year round, and once a team is formed, it is difficult for others to join.

Wu Bao and his eight companions moved in perfect unison. Although they were not running slowly, their pace was perfectly aligned, so the coffin hung in mid-air very steadily, not even swaying. We followed them all the way into Wanghu Village without any obstruction. The coffin bearers placed the "dragon coffin" steadily in the cemetery . Wu Bao said cheerfully, "Boss, we did a pretty good job, didn't we?"

"Not only is it okay, it's very beautiful. Little sister, pay Boss Wu twice the price we agreed on before." Uncle San said to Aunt.

After receiving the money, Wu Bao politely nodded and bowed to his uncle, saying, "Thank you for the tip, boss. If you need any work in the future, just let me know and I will definitely do it beautifully for you."

We could finally breathe a sigh of relief. However, a dead baby who had not yet been born could not be buried in a grand ceremony, and even a grave could not be erected. So a few of us worked together to carry the coffin into the grave shaft and covered it with loose soil. A small grave without a tombstone was finally built.

Compared with the well-organized tombs around it , this small tomb looked very desolate. I felt a lump in my throat when I saw it. You Qing placed flowers and fruits in front of the tomb and specially prepared a beautiful doll and snacks for the children. After everything was in order, we turned and left the cemetery. When we reached the exit, we saw an elderly couple in their sixties standing respectfully on the path facing us.

Needless to say, it must be Hongyuan's parents, the two parents who lost seven children in infancy.

The two men were dressed very well together, and their appearance and temperament showed that they were people who had lived a life of luxury since childhood. There was a clear difference in temperament from those people in Wanghu Village who were once poor but later became rich.

The old man walked straight up to Uncle San and said, "Hello, I am the village chief of Wanghu Village."

"Thank you for your support." Uncle San nodded politely.

"You're welcome, sir. I've always admired people with real abilities. It's my honor to be able to do my bit for you."

When you offer a gift to someone, you must be asking for something. Uncle San was a wandering man, so of course he wouldn't play dumb. He said, "Old sir, you must be here to help me with something. Just tell me, I'll tell you everything I know."

"Oh, thank you very much. If you can help our Hong family solve this problem, I will definitely reward you handsomely."

"You're welcome. Let's not talk about anything else for now. Let's just tell you why."

"To be honest, sir, the cemetery in our village was once located at a site where a famous Feng Shui master had its veins examined. According to him, this area has a stable vein, gentle mountains, and a quaint and elegant environment. Building a tomb here can ensure prosperity for three generations of descendants. In your opinion, is his prediction an exaggeration?"

Uncle San laughed and said, "Whether it's an exaggeration or not, just look at the current situation in the village and you'll know. Why let an outsider say it?"

The old man smiled slightly and said, "I'm not being modest about this. If it weren't for my father, Wanghu Village might not have made much progress to this day."

Uncle San nodded and said, "Your father has indeed invested a lot of money. The pair of Feng Shui piles alone are worth a lot of money."

"You're an expert, you know this better than I do. To be honest, my father once dug a gold mine during the turbulent times. Although the warlords of the time plundered a lot of it, the private goods he left behind were enough for our family to live comfortably."

Uncle San said, "No wonder the old man was able to cast two giant golden men. It turns out he once found a gold mine. This is a great blessing."

The old man did not show the slightest bit of complacency. Instead, he frowned and sighed, "Every family has its own problems. We did get a lot of gold, but our family also paid a heavy price. My father had five brothers, and only my dad came back after he left. The whole family was almost wiped out. After I grew up, I gave birth to eight children. The first seven all died young. Although the eighth survived, he was born with a deformity." He sighed at this point, his voice full of sadness.

"Three generations ago, our Hong family was a large family in Wanghu Village. Our old grandfather had five sons, so we were truly prosperous. Who could have imagined that after just two generations, our Hong family would be extinct? If it really came to this, what good would all the gold do us?"

Uncle San hummed and said, "So you're not looking for me because of the feng shui of our ancestral grave?"

"Our family is in a state where there are more graves than heads. What feng shui can we talk about? My biggest responsibility is to continue the family line. Otherwise, how can I face the ancestors of the Hong family after I die?"

Uncle San said helplessly, "I understand your difficulties, old man, but we are just a group of earthworkers who build tombs for others. I really don't know how to help you with this matter."

The old man said, "Don't worry, I won't make any random requests. Although Hongyuan was born with a deformity, I took him to a hospital in Beijing to check all his indicators, including genetic defects. Fortunately, all of his fertility indicators are normal. Although he doesn't know how to have children, we can obtain sperm through acupuncture and then find a surrogate mother."

At this point, the old man thought for a while and said, "What I am most worried about now is whether there will be any problems with the child after he is born. Our family is already walking on a tightrope. If we are not careful, the rope will break, and I can't stand even the slightest bit of hardship anymore." said the old man.

His purpose of coming to see Uncle San was very clear, but the problem was that our family was just a group of local craftsmen who built tombs, and the purpose he wanted to achieve had nothing to do with building tombs?

As expected, Third Uncle said, "Old sir, I understand your concern, but I don't know how I can help you with this matter. Can you give me some time to think it over carefully?"

The old man sighed and said, "Sir, please think of a way. Our Hong family has reached a critical moment of life and death. If you can help, I am willing to thank you even if I am bankrupt." After that, he actually took out a gold bar from his pocket that was the length of his middle finger. It weighed at least one kilogram and stuffed it into Uncle San's hand.

The Third Uncle naturally refused to accept it, but after a few attempts at refusing, he couldn't get over the old man, so he accepted it. The Third Uncle said, "This gold bar is a token of good faith. I'll try my best to help you find a way out. If it can help resolve this dangerous situation, I'll take it. If not, I'll return it to you."

"You're welcome. Gold is the least valuable thing to our Hong family now." After chatting for a few more words, the old man left with a worried look on his face.

"Third brother, are you really going to take this job?"

"I originally thought it was a job of Feng Shui for our ancestral grave, but who knew it would be like this." Uncle San said helplessly.

"Uncle San, I think if we have the ability, we should take the job. The old village chief's family has a lot of money." I walked over and said.

"Yes, his family's problem is that they are too rich. If they hadn't gotten so much gold, so many people wouldn't have died." After saying that, Uncle San took out a gold bar and shook it, saying, "What comes out of the village chief's hands is no ordinary gold. In our business, we call this kind of money life-threatening gold."

"Death gold? Is there any explanation for this?" I said.

"The explanation is simple. Lao Hong's family wasn't destined to receive that much gold, but they happened to discover a gold mine. Therefore, the gold they received had to be offset by the family's blessings. At the very least, they'd lose their wealth and face bad luck, while at worst, someone would suffer a bloody disaster. And Lao Hong's family..." At this point, Third Uncle sighed slightly, "They're using the lives of the entire family to cover this income. This kind of money is called life-threatening gold."