Chapter Five: The Camphor Wooden Chest

  Jinlun Garden is not far from Jingchuan Normal University, take a taxi over the bridge and head north for about 10 minutes to arrive.

  Because Jingjiang City wants to carry out urban construction, the municipal government has always implemented a policy of connivance and indulgence towards real estate developers. As long as they do not violate the Land Management Law, they can buy land and do whatever they want with it, and no one will manage them. It is estimated that the boss of Jinlun Garden is one of these developers. As soon as Qin Feng got off the car, he was stunned.

  "This neighborhood is built luxuriously enough!" Qin Feng spat out a mouthful of phlegm, and in his heart, he had a hint of resentment. Unfortunately, he was a poor devil, or else he would really want to buy a suite here.

  Arriving at the entrance of the residential area, looking at the houses inside, they have a unique Gothic style, although not luxurious, but majestic like a villa district.

  According to the phone number left by his grandfather, Qin Feng dialed the phone. The voice that answered the phone was one Qin Feng had heard before - it was Liu Lao Han's son. After Qin Feng explained his intentions, Liu Lao Han's son came downstairs in a short while, wearing yellow furry slippers. Upon seeing Qin Feng, he looked somewhat disappointed and listlessly welcomed him.

  Looking at him like that, Qin Feng guessed **not off by much**, walking on the road silently staring at Liu's old man's son, muttering to himself in his heart. Dammit, this is despising my ability, fine, let you see Qin Feng's real power is not much worse than grandpa's.

  As soon as I went upstairs and before entering the door, I heard bursts of a woman's crying sounds coming from inside.

  "Ah...... My wife is crying again!" Liu Lao Han's son hung his head in distress, sighing as he poured out his troubles to Qin Feng.

  "Is something wrong with your son?" Qin Feng asked Liu Lao Han's son with concern. "Yes, it's Cong Cong who has encountered a problem. This afternoon we sent off Father with Cong Cong and returned home, but who knew that as soon as we got back... Cong Cong turned into this state..."

  Liu Lao Han's son was so heartbroken that he couldn't speak. He lay on the anti-theft door, wanting to cry but unable to shed tears. Seeing this scene, Qin Feng and Fang Yu also couldn't help but sympathize with them. Indeed, misfortune befell their family, one bad thing after another, wave after wave, this was undoubtedly a fatal blow to him.

  It's strange to say, but first Liu Lao Han's father collided with a guest, and then he died because of the collision (Qin Feng suspected this), and then there was Liu Lao Han's grandson, would something happen to him? After thinking about it carefully, Qin Feng always felt that things were not so simple here, being possessed by a ghost must have another reason.

  Entering the room, what should have been a bright room was instead dim and hazy, with no sign of vitality. Liu Lao Han's son told Qin Feng that he, as the project manager of a construction company, had been given this suite by his boss out of concern.

  Qin Feng thought to himself, the boss of this construction company is also a rich guy, damn it, he actually has money to burn and gave away a suite that's at least 250 square meters big, just the living room alone is already ten times bigger than Qin Feng's dormitory.

  A woman sat on the sofa, covering her face with her hand and crying. Because of her scattered hair, she didn't see her appearance clearly, but Qin Feng inferred that this woman was the heavily made-up woman at the funeral home yesterday based on his keen intuition.

  Sat down, Qin Feng curiously asked: "Where is your son now?"

  "Cong Cong has already gone to the hospital, his uncle is the director of neurology department, don't worry." Liu Lao Han's son seemed to be comforting himself, this sentence was said lightly and with confidence, it seems they didn't know the mystery behind it.

  "Manager Liu, you invited my grandfather here just to see the feng shui?"

  "Alright, let's take a look at the feng shui of this house. I heard from your director that Mr. Qin is knowledgeable about feng shui, so we rushed back from the hospital. We're troubling you to take a look, and the reward is not an issue!"

  "Good guy, hasn't even looked yet and already offered a reward, businessmen are indeed businessmen, always so generous." Although his face showed some surprise, Qin Feng had long been delighted inside. Originally, he was short of money himself and was worried about not being able to get the ticket, but now that he was helping his grandfather take a look at the feng shui, he could even get a reward, which made him extremely happy in his heart.

  Moreover, it's not just Qin Feng, Lian Yi and Fang Yu were also shocked. However, Fang Yu's parents work at the Tianjin City Museum, so they have a lot of money and aren't as thrilled as Qin Feng.

  "Ah, right! Master Qin has already contacted me. You must be his grandson, Qin Feng!" Manager Liu suddenly remembered this question.

  Qin Feng nodded slightly.

  "That's good, how do you plan to look?" Manager Liu seemed to be a bit skeptical that Qin Feng would have such skills at a young age, and unintentionally asked this question to test Qin Feng's abilities. As for this point, Qin Feng was naturally aware of it, and while he might not be the best at driving out ghosts and evil spirits, when it came to feng shui and the eight characters, Qin Feng was accurate with just one glance. He took out a delicate silver ginkgo wood compass from his long shirt pocket, weighed it in his hand, and confidently replied: "Of course I'll use this to look!"

  The compass has a wide range of applications in navigation, Feng Shui and other fields. As for the production of the compass, it is necessary to choose good materials, generally speaking, silver fir wood and tiger bone wood are relatively high-end materials for making compasses, friends who are interested can go to Anhui Huizhou Xiuning County Wan'an Town, which is known as the "Hometown of Chinese Compass", to take a look, the compasses made there are all of good quality.

  Arriving at the center of the house, Qin Feng found that the needle on the compass did not stop in one direction as usual, but instead swayed back and forth, shaking uncertainly. This situation was exactly the same as what he saw yesterday in the mortuary, a spinning needle!

  "There is a resentful spirit in this house!" Qin Feng carefully observed the state of the compass needle, which was indeed the turning needle of the Eight Trigrams method. This meant that the room was filled with a magnetic field of resentment, causing the compass needle to swing back and forth.

  "Master Qin, are you sure? Don't spout nonsense!" Liu Lao Han's son was somewhat panicked. Although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, the series of strange events that had occurred one after another made him have to believe.

  At this time, Qin Feng asked again: "May I ask how long your father has been suffering from such an illness?"

  Liu Lao Han's son counted on his fingers and responded: "It's been about a month, I think. When I took my dad to the hospital, they didn't find anything wrong with him, just said it was an old man's fantasy. Master Qin, are you sure this house is haunted?" Liu Lao Han's son still couldn't believe what Qin Feng had just said.

  At this time, even his wife was startled and stood up from the sofa, staring at Qin Feng in a daze, asking: "Vengeful spirit? What is this thing? Why do I have these things in my home?..."

  The woman asked Qin Feng one after another, making Qin Feng's brain about to explode. At the same time, Qin Feng quickly pulled Fang Yu into their bedroom and locked the door.

  In the bedroom, on a shelf directly opposite the door, were placed all sorts of curious objects for appreciation, such as jade Ruyi, wine cups from the Warring States period, and whole root carvings. Qin Feng glanced at these casually and began to focus on the changes in the compass needle.

  At this time, Fang Yu was somewhat surprised and curiously asked Liu Lao Han's son: "Manager Liu, what is this thing? It seems to be from the late Ming or early Qing dynasty!"

  "Yes, this is a carved wooden box from the late Ming to early Qing dynasty. I picked it up at a construction site a few days ago and asked some archaeological experts, who all said it was from the late Ming to early Qing dynasty." Fang Yu's ability to identify artifacts was indeed impressive, worthy of being a professor of archaeology's proud student. With just a casual glance, he had determined what era it was from, which shocked everyone present.

  "This is......" At this time, Fang Yu's hands had attracted Qin Feng's attention to the box. What surprised Qin Feng was not Fang Yu's ability to identify the dynasty, but the thing in his hand. He took it over and looked at it carefully, admiring it for a while, before Qin Feng's two sword-like eyebrows furrowed.

  The box was not large, only slightly larger than the palm of one's hand. Although small, the box had intricate patterns carved around it, but they were already blurry and Qin Feng couldn't make them out. However, even though he couldn't decipher them, Qin Feng still found a clue from them.

  "Was this thing picked up from a construction site?" Qin Feng is now beginning to doubt the truth of Manager Liu's words, because he knows that this box is not an ordinary thing, but a special burial item made of nanmu wood used to accompany the dead in burial.