“Mr. Qing, I'm James Wilson, the butler of the Sinclair family in London. Our master has heard of your feng shui skills and would like to invite you to London to assess the feng shui of our estate. Would you be available?“
青山愣了一下。
英国?伦敦?辛克莱家族?
“Mr. Wilson, may I ask how you heard of me?“ 青山问。
“Your reputation has spread to Europe, Mr. Qing. The Sinclair family has business dealings with the Su Group in China, and Ms. Su recommended you personally.“
苏诗涵推荐的?
青山心里一暖。
“Please give me a few days to arrange my schedule. I'll call you back.“ 青山说。
“Very well. We look forward to your arrival.“ Wilson说完,挂了电话。
“Mr. Qing, this way please.“ Wilson带他上了旋转楼梯,来到了古堡的三楼——辛克莱老爷的卧室。
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一进门,青山就感觉到了——
这间卧室的气场,极其**诡异**。
不是普通的凶气,而是一种**深紫色的雾气**,他从来没有见过这种颜色的气。
而且,他在那团深紫色的雾气里,看到了**几十个人形影子**——
不是几个,是**几十个**。
“这栋古堡里,死过很多人?“青山问。
Wilson管家的脸色猛地一变:
“How do you know that, Mr. Qing?“
“我看到怨气了。“青山说。
Wilson沉默了一下,然后点了点头:
“This castle was built in 1874. During World War II, it was used as a military hospital, and many soldiers died here. After the war, it was returned to the Sinclair family, but since then, people in the family have been experiencing... unusual phenomena.“