Wan Boping had actually considered that possibility himself. Now, he could not help shuddering inwardly, though he forced himself to remain calm. "Actually, the Wan Family has always flourished..."
Hu Xiaotian said, "Your youngest son just died, and your second son has suffered this disaster. If he hadn't met me, he would probably be dead too. You call that flourishing?"
"Ah, well..." Wan Boping was instantly at a loss for words. Though he found Hu Xiaotian's words terribly inauspicious, he had to admit that every word was true.
Hu Xiaotian said, "I just saw baleful energy soaring from this pond. There must be a wronged spirit in it."
Wan Boping said, "No one has ever died in my pond. How could there possibly be a wronged spirit?"
Just then, two servants could suddenly be heard shouting in the distance, "Found him! Found him... Blackie drowned in the pond!" Things in this world often coincided in just such a way. The mastiff Hu Xiaotian had drowned yesterday had only now been discovered, neatly confirming what he had just said.
Watching the two servants drag the mastiff's corpse ashore, Wan Boping felt as though he had plunged into an ice cellar. His limbs went numb, and he could not even muster the strength to take a step. How could this young physician be so formidable? How did he know a wronged spirit was hidden in my pond? Could the feng shui of my residence really be wrong?
Hu Xiaotian sighed. "Since you don't believe me, Master Wan, there's little point in my staying here."
Wan Boping grabbed his arm. "Mr. Hu, you must help me. However much money you need, just name your price!"
The old fox has actually downgraded my payment-gold has turned into silver, Hu Xiaotian thought. In fact, he