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Mao Yuanyang, the co-pilot, glanced back at me.
He didn't ask much, and I didn't talk much.
After hanging up the phone, I still felt a little uncontrollable joy in my heart.
The mourning stick made of copper has the effect of warding off evil spirits and suppressing evil spirits, plus the curse of suppressing evil spirits!
This is definitely a sharp weapon! The imitation compass of the four-layer feng shui dish is definitely better than the ordinary three-layer imitation compass before.
If I can carry a guy with me, I will have a lot more confidence.
The speed of the car began to slow down, and the national road outside the city was already outside the window, and the huge Xinglong Mountain came into sight.
Qi Lanxin stopped the car, and everyone in the group also got out of the car.
I lead the way and head towards the mountain.
At this moment, everyone's emotions are not natural, and most of them have a bit of nervousness and urgency in their eyes, as well as hatred.
Everyone didn't say a word, only Zhang Er kept looking around, and looked up at the night sky from time to time.
A thought came to me out of nowhere, is he looking at the astrology?
There must be no feng shui in Xinglong Mountain. The only possibility is that Zhang Er saves time and is always studying the burial shadow and watching the mountain.
Not long after, we came to the mountainside, in front of a dense forest.
I raised my finger and pointed to the forest, and explained that there is a red soil here. When Feng Jun was stolen from his life, he came here to dig the soil.
Mao Yuanyang said coldly: "Tomorrow, this place will be flattened."
I didn't answer the call and continued to lead the way.
A few minutes later, after passing through the heavy shade of banana trees, bamboo forests, and some neem trees, and finally bypassing a large burial mound, the small earthen house finally appeared in sight.
There are broken tiles, old doors, and earth walls are also full of potholes.
Without waiting for me to speak, more than a dozen Feng Shui masters, headed by Mao Yuanyang, rushed into the earthen house very quickly.
For a moment, the light inside was chaotic, some people played flashlights, and some people took candles.
Zhang Er and I didn't go in.
Zhang Er looked a bit complicated, he looked back at me, and sighed softly: "You have a great favor for them in this matter."
I don't know how to answer this, I just smiled wryly.
The next moment, a mournful cry came from inside the earthen house: "Father!"
After the heavy kneeling sound, there were several voices, could it be called Shizun, teacher, or parents.
Without exception, their voices are full of grief, pain, and even hatred!
?I was very depressed when I heard it, but many Feng Shui masters pass it on in one line, and it is normal for children to inherit their father's career.
The old man who stole his life and the feng shui community in Neiyang City have a deadly feud!
It suddenly occurred to me that he must have been here for a long time, otherwise he wouldn't be able to kill so many Feng Shui masters. Those mummified corpses obviously weren't from a year or two ago.
The Qi family has probably done many such things in the past.
This old man probably also knows the Feng Shui circle of Neiyang very well.
He killed so many masters! Are you really that bad at it? When they fought with me, they all escaped from the dog hole.
Li Dexian is a man who cherishes his life, and his skills are not good, and he has been imprisoned for so long.
But when a person dies, he must be crazy!
Li Dexian has no chance to resist, he definitely has terrible killing methods!
There was a little cold sweat on my forehead. I really had to understand the situation with Xu Shiyu and the others. It would be great if there was surveillance to see what happened at that time, and it would be of great help!
While I was thinking, there were cries in the earthen house one after another.
Inside are some big names in the Feng Shui world, but they cry like a child.
After more than ten minutes, Mao Yuanyang was the first to come out.
Rao had four white eyes, and his eyes were red and bloodshot.
On his back, he carried a mummy. The mummy was skinny and bony, with sunken cheeks, cracked eyebrows, and a broken brow bone. There was a hole in the middle of the man! The sunken eye sockets seemed to still reveal the hideousness before death!
After him, more than a dozen other people also came out with their bodies on their backs, and one person even carried three corpses.
Mao Yuanyang's expression was already the calmest, the rest of the people trembled more or less, their eyes were filled with hatred to the extreme, and the surrounding air became extremely oppressive.
Almost all mummy is a "bone phase".?
Originally, looking at noodles is also looking at the bones, and the meat cannot cover up the complete bones. The appearance of the looming on the flesh, the bone is already obvious. So many times, when I see people with fleshy faces, I can't look at the "face".
The lives of these mummies are more serious. They are not like those in the Qi family whose lifespans were slowly stolen one by one. Mr. Qi¡¯s skills are meager, and the life-stealing old man is ruthless and tyrannical, directly stealing all his lifespan. Describe it with death.
Mao Yuanyang walked down the mountain ahead without saying a word, and the people behind followed him one by one.
I was about to follow, but Zhang Er raised his hand and made a blocking motion.
I was very puzzled, and asked unnaturally: "What's the matter, Uncle Zhang, are we not going down the mountain?"
Zhang Er sighed lightly and said: "Going down the mountain is going down the mountain, but not all the people who died here may be taken away. There are many Fengshui masters, Taoists, and sons who inherited their father's work, and there are also some solo travelers. I also have one." The old friend has been missing for many years. Go in and have a look."
There was a sudden shock in my heart, but Zhang Er stepped into the earthen house.
After following in, I realized that, sure enough, not all the corpses were taken away.
There are still about six mummies left in the coffins.
Zhang Er shook his head and said calmly: "Sixteen, you have learned so many Yin-Yang Fengshui skills at a young age, and you can be regarded as a patriarch rewarding your job. Fengshui masters all over the world come to the same goal. Unclaimed corpses, you and I are responsible for bringing them back. ?¡±
While speaking, Zhang Er also stopped in front of a coffin. His expression was complicated, and he also showed a bit of regret.
I was taken aback, but what Zhang Er said really made sense.
The same Feng Shui master, Mr. Yin Yang, might stumble and die suddenly in the barren mountains one day, and no one will collect his body.
They have this day, I might not have this day.
There is also the saying but do good deeds, don't ask about the future.
Zhang Jiuliang and I collected all the remaining mummies in one place, and he took out the rope and tied the three of them together.
The mummy doesn't have much moisture and doesn't weigh much, so it doesn't seem difficult for us to carry three of them.
I originally wanted to ask him about his old friend, but seeing that Zhang Er didn't mean anything, I stopped.
When going down the mountain again, Mao Yuanyang and his group seemed to be nowhere to be seen on the road.
All the way down to the foot of the mountain, when he saw them again, even Mao Yuanyang's eyelids twitched slightly.
The rest of the Feng Shui masters were astonished, and then became complicated.
I can clearly see that many people have a lot of goodwill towards me.
Now that the sky is about to light up, we headed towards Feng's house.
At least these bones must be settled before I can go to Qi's house and explain the situation to the police.
We returned to Feng's house around seven o'clock in the morning.
Feng Zhirong woke up early, as if he was waiting for us in the yard.
However, I soon realized that I was the only one Feng Zhirong was waiting for!
Because there are a few things beside him.
A mourning stick wrapped in white silk, a thick guillotine knife, and an imitation compass!
Has the merchant been here?
Similarly, I also found that there was something missing in the main room.
The fragments of the copper bowl on the table before are gone Mao Yuanyang took it away before? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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