Things that can harm people cannot be used so easily. In Feng Shui, the house is divided into eight directions, the east is the direction of the earth, which represents the eldest son. Lin Qingyin pointed to the bed and said: This room is the easternmost side of the whole mansion. And this bed is in the far east of the room. As long as you use the right formation and then place the paperman with your eight characters in the formation it will become your double in 49 days.

Lin Qingyin took out the brush: Fortunately, its not finished yet, and its easy to crack. Lin Qingyin dipped the brush in cinnabar and kept drawing on the paperman. As soon as all the spell was broken, she wiped clean the eight characters with the cinnabar, completely erasing the connection between the paperman and Shang Jinghua.

Lin Qingyin then stood up and said, Throw this in the brazier and burn it while the fire in the yard is not extinguished.

Shang Jinghua didnt dare to delay. He picked up the paper man and wrapped his arm around it, then rushed out. Seeing that the fire in the brazier in the middle of the yard was about to go out, Shang Jinghua hurriedly put the paperman. When the paperman was thrown it in. The flames became bigger and taller than before. The paperman and his clothes immediately turned into ashes.

Lin Qingyin walked in front of the door, stomped her feet on the floor tile, and said: Fat Brother, tilt this floor tile up, dig a hole and bury the ashes in it.

Fatty Wang immediately carried the shovel over, and prepare to tilt the floor tile. The tile was different, it was stuck to the ground. Fatty Wang took a lot of effort to lift it up. Then put the ashes into the pit as Lin Qingyin ordered, and covered it with a thin layer of soil.

Lin Qingyin drew a talisman and put it on the soil, then took out a few pebbles and threw them inside. Fatty Wang put back the floor tile.

After Fatty Wang put the floor tile, he jumped on it a few times, so as to not leave a trace of tilting, and throw the shovel on the tree.

Shang Jinghua circled around the tile several times, and asked Lin Qingyin in confusion: Little Master, what is this for?

A charm to get rid of bad luck. This is the front door, people who will come in and out here every day will step on it. The more you step on it, the better your luck will be. Lin Qingyin showed a sly smile on the corner of Lin Qingyins mouth: Say if this bad luck gets trampled every day. What do you think will happen?

Shang Jinghua suddenly realized something. He stepped on the floor tiles viciously, releasing his anger.

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The chef and the two nannies at home were both busy in the kitchen. Before, Shang Jinghua thought that eating at home was good. But now that he knows that the two nannies at home have been bribed, he felt uneasy to eat. Especially when one of the nannies brought up a steaming pot of lamb. He wanted to ask her if she put poison on it.

Lin Qingyin saw the worry in Shang Jinghuas face. She washed her hands and sat down at the table, took a piece of lamb, and nibbled at it.

Actually, you dont have to worry so much. If they dare to attack you directly, they wont go many twists and turns. Also, its very harder to find someone who can draw such a spell than to buy poison. Lin Qingyin bit large meat of lamb. After eating a large piece of meat, she chuckled lightly: Besides, I dont think your two younger brothers are very generous people. The money they spend can at most make people turn a blind eye. If they want to poison people, they cant afford it.