Xiao Yan, the Seven-Secret Body, has heard that it is the most tragic physique in the world. It is not that it cannot be cultivated, but that there are seven funnels in the body, and it cannot retain true energy at all. Even if you try your best to practice, it is useless. Although such a physique is rare, it is very trash. If anyone wants it, it is unwilling to ask for it.

"Each one has its own opportunities. Maybe sir has another chance, maybe he might have something else." Xiao Yan shook his head.

"Maybe--" Mr. Feng Shui sighed, without sympathizing with himself, but changed his subject, "Mr. Xiao is a young hero, and his vision is not comparable to ordinary people. Lingtang's situation is true. There are two choices at present, so you can consider it."

"First, let it continue like this, there may be a chance to resurrect from the dead, but it is more likely that the corpse will turn into a cruel monster. At that time, the relatives will not recognize cruelty and bloodthirsty, which will become a disaster for one party. Another option is to break the feng shui of the cemetery and lure the yin evil spirit out of the tomb, which can block potential dangers."

He had already made it clear that the former had hope of survival, but it was not a normal survival, but the kind of resurrection that the corpse cultivators were pursuing, and the probability was pitifully low, and there was no one in a thousand. What was even more likely to be a monster that everyone could kill, without memory or sanity. Strictly speaking, it was no longer his mother, but another existence.

Therefore, although the Feng Shui master did not make a clear statement and asked him to make a choice, the meaning was actually very clear, that is what he said was the second choice, once and for all.

Xiao Yan was silent. This was really too difficult for him. On the one hand, he was extremely eager to see his mother again, but reason told him that the possibility was too low, and it was even lower than buying a lottery to win the jackpot. Once he failed, where should he go when facing the corpse-turned mother?

He could not let others hurt the corpse's mother. Even if she became unrecognizable and became the most vicious monster, it was his mother and he had to deal with it himself.

But can he do it? It is impossible, he will definitely not be able to do it, so what should he do then?

There is no chance in a thousand, but at least there is still a glimmer of hope. How can he bear to give up?

"Master Xiao," Mr. Feng Shui's eyes were bright. He had already seen Xiao Yan's thoughts, "You don't have to choose. I already know your ideas. If you persist, I have a suggestion that it will cost a considerable price to increase the chance of success slightly!"

If it were someone else, it was very likely that this Feng Shui master was a liar and deliberately exaggerated and exaggerated, which induces his family to pay more money.

But Xiao Yan believed him and judged from the previous words of Mr. Feng Shui that this guy was still a little capable, not the kind of fooling gangster who was fooling around.

"Tell me, what's the price?" Xiao Yan asked calmly.

Seeing that Xiao Yan was always calm, a hint of praise appeared in the Feng Shui Master's eyes, but he quickly restrained it and said, "Because the situation is rare and difficult, if you believe me, I will give you an idea, but I cannot guarantee that it will be useful. If you think I am not trusting, then I will stop here and I will not take any penny."

Xiao Yan frowned in dissatisfaction: "I'll let you say it directly."

"Okay——" Mr. Feng Shui confirmed that he really wanted to solve the problem, so his expression became serious. "If Lingtang has a greater chance of success in corpse cultivation, he needs a special thing, called Soul Burial Grass, which sounds very evil, but its effect is very special. Soul Burial is essentially soul retention, which can condense souls when corpses transform, just like burying the soul on the corpse. As long as it is operated properly, it can increase the chance of resurrection."

He said that he emphasized the probability. Although there were factors that reduced his own responsibilities, it might have also persuaded Xiao Yan to give up.

"What do you think is the chance of success if you find the Soul Burial Grass?" Xiao Yan pursed his lips.

"If you don't use it, it's one ten thousandth, and if you use it, it's about one thousandth." Mr. Feng Shui gave the data without hesitation, and seemed very confident.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but look at him a few more times and said lightly: "The chance of increasing tenfold is still worth a try. It just so happens that I know where the Soul Burial Grass is there. You can calculate it again. According to the current situation, how long can it last?"

The Feng Shui master understood his meaning, which was how long his mother would have been able to transform into a corpse. He pondered for a moment and said: "Under normal circumstances, less than one month, but if the Yin and evil energy in the tomb is appropriately reduced, it can be extended to two months. However, some special circumstances are not something we can control, so it is hard to say."

Xiao Yan waved his hand without hesitation: "Okay, just do what you said, you cast the spell."

The Feng Shui master was stunned when he heard this: "Now? Am I not prepared for anything?"

"Stop talking, I know you have a way. If it is money, then there is no problem. Is one million enough?" Xiao Yan replied directly.

"Okay, Lord Xiao is so happy, of course I can't hide it anymore, I'll fight for you." Mr. Feng Shui showed two rows of yellow big teeth.

It would be fine if he didn't laugh, but it was so terrible when he smiled.

Xiao Yan took two steps back to make room for him.

Seeing that they finished the conversation, the Feng Shui master was doing the preparations, and the Charlottes and Ivy also came over.

"How is it?" Charlotte asked Xiao Yan with some concern.

"I think what he said makes sense, so I'll believe him once." Xiao Yan said as if nothing had happened.'

He is a son, he has grown up, and he is the commander of the Tianben who holds great power. The Xia family has relied on him a lot during this period. Since he said that, Charlotte didn't have to say much, so he acquiesced.

Charlotte knew the old man’s attitude, but what to say, Xiao Yan had to do the final decision.

Rumble!

Yanshan Forbidden Valley has become a lively construction site, and the project progress is still very fast. A large gap of thirty meters wide has been opened at the entrance of the Forbidden Valley.

But to be on the safe side, the middle-aged Taoist priest was asking the workers to continue digging, and arranged for people to bring in a few high-power blowers to blow into the valley, trying to blow away the thick miasma. But what made him depressed was that the miasma seemed to have a layer of protection, and it was not dissipated by the blowing of several drum machines.

"Enough, there is a forbidden formation inside, so doing this is a waste of time." A bodyguard from Yu Tianyi's Tian Realm said.

"Can you tell?" The middle-aged Taoist priest glanced at him in dissatisfaction.

"I can't see it, guess." The bodyguard in Tianjing smiled embarrassedly and did not argue with him, but he was obviously not convinced.

The middle-aged Taoist sneered contemptuously: "If you don't understand, don't interrupt. Even if there is a forbidden formation here, it has been many years. It may not be possible to withstand excavators. Besides, aren't you still there? Listen, you all give me some peace of mind and be ready to take action at any time-"

ah--

Before he finished speaking, he heard screams coming from the front. An excavator suddenly turned upside down. The clever driver wanted to climb out of the open window, but was pressed under the car.
Chapter completed!