p his wrist.Bai Wuchang's build is slender, and his hands are the same way—long, nimble fingers with oval-shaped, pointed nails. His wrists aren't particularly strong, but his grip is incredibly power...Lan Xi, this little ancestor, is like a koala clinging to me in my arms. She sits on the stool steadily and comfortably, her little feet swaying back and forth.

When the faint black shadow lunged at me, I was already ready with a talisman to ward off evil.

Unexpectedly, Lan Xi stretched out her small hand, and with a "snap", she grasped empty air!

With a perfectly timed grab, he caught the shadowy figure!

"Oh my, little ancestor, what are you doing!" Old Chen behind me must have also seen the black shadow, and hurriedly reached out to pat Lan Xi's hand.

He was afraid himself, but he was also worried that Lan Xi might have a problem. He was both timid and anxious, wishing he could forcefully pry open Lan Xi's hand.

But he didn't dare to pat her hard, afraid of hurting Lan Xi. He was so anxious that he cried and jumped, scaring Mrs. Yan in the room so much that her face turned pale.

I'm also anxious, but once the talisman was pulled out, the shadow in Lan Xi's hand dissipated.

I lowered my head to look at Lan Xi. The little one wasn't hurt at all, and even flashed me a sweet smile. Her chubby little hands waved around.

He was also pretty excited, babbling a few words and kicking his legs hard.

What…what is this thing

Before I could even see clearly, Lan Xi grabbed me and... and that was it

Mr. Chen clutched his collar, wrapped his coat tighter around himself, and mumbled by the door: “….Can’t afford to provoke him, can’t afford to provoke him. Luckily, I didn’t take the picture.”

Mrs. Yan's embraced grandmother suddenly stopped struggling. She stood straight for a moment, as if coming to her senses, looked at Mrs. Yan, and asked: "Oh Daughter, who are these..."

Ms. Yan looked at me with surprise, and I shook my head slightly, signaling her not to say it directly.

"Uh... this, is, she's the daughter of an old classmate of mine. She heard my father passed away and came to visit." Mrs. Yan awkwardly made up a story.

I turned back to look at Old Chen. He understood and immediately took out eight or nine hundred yuan from his shirt pocket and handed it to the old woman.

"I heard the news too late, and I couldn't make it in time to help. This is a white gift from our landlord." Old Chen said worldly.

The old woman pulled her hand back, but Old Chen chased after her stuffing money in. During this time, I took a good look at the house.

The sun was not bright enough to begin with, and the roof extension made it even gloomier.

It's actually very taboo to have a rooftop garden.

Covering one's head with soil is associated with death or graves, and it is especially taboo to plant trees there.

Of course, few people pay attention to these feng shui and taboos nowadays. After all, with house prices soaring, adding another floor to your rooftop can make it much more spacious and quite stylish.

It's great to grow flowers and plants on a balcony, but it's not advisable to place them randomly indoors. There are some things to consider.

This old house has a very square layout. As you enter, there is a living room on the left and right sides are two bedrooms. Opposite the entrance is a balcony next to the kitchen.

I glanced into the kitchen and saw several large jars.

"What's in here" I asked, furrowing my brow.

"Oh What else could it be, grandma's health tonic wine. My dad used to love these the most." Mrs. Yan replied.

"Is there a snake"

"Yes."

I nodded and let Ms. Yan take me to see two rooms.

The old woman eventually accepted the money and went to the kitchen to make tea for us. Madam Yan hurriedly opened the old woman's room for me to take a look.

The old man's room had a certain smell, which was normal enough, but there was also an unusual "aura" in the air.

On the bedside table, there were many scattered little cards all over, and besides, there were several baskets on the cabinet.

"What is this" I asked, puzzled.

"Oh my, Mom dug these out again...These are plant specimens, Dad made them and gave them to Mom. They really loved each other, and they used to express their affection with little things like this." Mrs. Yan's expression was complicated.

She wanted to smile, but then she remembered her father's death, and finally only managed a wry smile.

"Look, the whole room is full of dried flowers," she said, pointing to the old woman's dressing table and bedside table.

Picking flowers...

I frowned slightly.

In our view, plants should not be placed indoors, especially in bedrooms.

Firstly, plants need air to grow and survive, and they also emit a slight odor.

The scent of soil, plants, and water in the bedroom can make the energy field during rest more chaotic.

Furthermore, plants also have a spirit. It is not appropriate for other kinds of spirits to share the resting space of humans' bedrooms.

Besides, no matter how meticulously crafted dried flowers are, they are still "dead" flowers and are of no benefit to one's aura.

If your home is already poorly lit, you should avoid placing "snake wine" or dead plants. These things will only worsen the energy flow in your living space and may even pose a hidden danger.

"Miss Xiao Qiao, why aren't you speaking" Mrs. Yan anxiously rubbed her hands.

"Well, let me take a look first and I'll tell you all about it later." I left the room.

Mrs. Yan then took me to her room, which was full of books and had a piano in it.

Her room wasn't a problem, she had also put some dried flowers as decoration.

"These flowers are not suitable to be placed in the bedroom." I pointed at her nightstand.

"Huh These were all made by my dad in his spare time. He's always loved making things for us to play with… We couldn't bear to throw them away…"

“Dead flowers can affect the energy field. In feng shui, it's best to avoid randomly placing plants in your home. Over time, this can harm family relationships and even negatively impact your health. If you insist on keeping them, consider placing them solely in a study.” I advised earnestly.

Mrs. Yan nodded hurriedly: "Yes, what you said... it's better to avoid my mom thinking about him every time she sees these things... I'll take them all upstairs."

"Take this upstairs" I was taken aback.

This is the sixth floor, isn't there only a rooftop above

“My dad built a little hut on top of the building. Old intellectuals just love this kind of thing... I haven’t dared to go up there lately.” Ms. Yan glanced at me.

"Mmm mmm mmm..." Lan Xi called me, cooing and whining in my arms.

As I gently stroked his little head, I tried to carefully unhook him and give him to Old Chen.

Who knew that as soon as Old Chen reached out, Lan Xi started crying and protesting, scaring Old Chen into retracting his hand.

"How come you're so clingy today" Old Chen also felt strange.

Well, then I'll take Lan Xi upstairs to have a look.

A cold, resentful air seeped up from the black staircase, but Lan Xi danced with excitement.

"Don't go upstairs, just stay here with me and the old woman to chat..." I said to Old Chen.

Mr. Chen can help me out, but it's a bit beneath him to just do the dirty work. He's too slick to be doing that; he should be the one charming the clients.

"Baa baa..." The little Lan Xi in my arms suddenly hummed two sounds that sounded suspiciously like "Daddy," which startled me into turning around — Jiang Qiyun wasn't here, was he

Oh, dear. If I were to go ghost hunting with my son...would he "educate" me

PS: 《My Husband Is the Lord of the Underworld》book club: 1080642757. All the Queen Consorts of Hades, assemble! reminded."Oh... Cooler than you" I asked with a smile.He chuckled softly, without answering me right away, instead letting a single drop of dew fall from the corner of my eye.More than just coldness,...