He disdained Zhu Guanglu's superstitious behavior very much.

But Zhu Xiangwu respected his elder brother very much, so he didn't say anything at the moment, but looked at Ye Hao, wanting to see how this so-called Fengshui master was going to deal with this matter.

"Young Master Ye, I have already experienced your ability!"

"If it wasn't for you, I would really be dead!"

"If I'm not careful, my whole family will be buried with me!"

At this moment, Zhu Guanglu has great respect for Ye Hao.

"It's just that I'm really the only one who has driven this car, and I haven't been to a cemetery or come into contact with any unlucky things."

"I also searched the inside of the car carefully, and found nothing dirty."

"So I really don't understand..."

Ye Hao waved his hand, stopped Zhu Guanglu's words, and said calmly, "Let me check the car first."

While talking, Ye Hao walked outside the door, came to Zhu Guanglu's Audi a8 and looked carefully.

But it's strange to say that although Zhu Guanglu encountered many accidents, the Audi itself was intact.

According to Ye Hao's deduction, as long as Zhu Guanglu is not dead, then Audi, the source of death, should not be broken.

Seeing Ye Hao looking around the car, Zhu Guanglu and Zhu Xiangwu also followed, looking left and right, but they couldn't see anything.

"I've searched the compartment myself!"

"It's impossible to find anything."

At this moment, Zhu Xiangwu spoke lightly, obviously having some doubts about Ye Hao's ability.

Ye Hao didn't speak, but after looking at the car for a while, he rolled to the bottom of the car.

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand to tear in the gap of the chassis, and took out a paper man the size of a palm.

The red paper-cut of the paper figurine has endless death energy spreading out from it.

It's just that in the eyes of ordinary people, this is the most ordinary piece of paper.

Seeing this, Zhu Guanglu frowned and said, "Master Ye, is there something wrong with this little paper figurine?"

Zhu Xiangwu also sneered, and said, "That's right, if there is a problem with a paper figurine, then..."

But the next moment, Zhu Xiangwu's voice stopped abruptly.

Because Ye Hao has already slowly unfolded the slightly wrinkled paper figurine in his palm.

On the red paper man, there is a birth date written in ink black handwriting.

When Zhu Xiangwu saw the birth date, he gasped and looked at his second brother fiercely.

And Zhu Guanglu's face also changed, and his scalp became numb in an instant: "My birth date!?"

Ye Hao pinched the paper figurine, brought it up to his nose and sniffed it, and then whispered: "The smell of corpse oil..."

"Corpse oil, paper figurines, birth date..." JrNovels.com