Damn, I've wanted to beat this guy up for a long time, but now I've finally got angry.

When I yelled, Zhu Lin and Guo Hua were both stunned. After a long time, Guo Hua came to his senses, his face became increasingly ugly, and he asked in a voice: "What do you mean is that what we see in our dream is my mother? She is not dead? And she has really become that way?"

Zhu Lin almost jumped to me, hid behind me and looked nervously at his aunt's grave.

Yuwei walked back with a cold expression on her face and looked at Guo Huayi unhappily.

"How is it? That's right?" I asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, this tomb should have absorbed all the underground qi veins on this mountain from countless directions through the Bagua layout in the tomb, and forcibly plundered the luck of other homesteads and tombs."

Although Yuwei doesn't understand Feng Shui very much, her perception is strong and she can judge by the difference between the air flow around the tomb and the feeling of the underground earth.

"nonsense!"

However, Guo Hua didn't believe it. I wanted to open a grave to check it out, but the owner disagreed and I couldn't force myself to act.

"Lao Liu, this kind of thing is indeed too mysterious, we really can't believe it!" Zhu Lin said very tactfully, and he should have taken into account the brotherhood in the same dormitory.

Yuwei and I looked at each other, feeling helpless. We really couldn't provide evidence, after all, luck was too illusory.

"Besides, my dad said that this mountain is called Panyingkou. Since ancient times, it has been prosperous. There are many people in the nearby mountains. Look, even now, the residents here are much better than ordinary rural areas, right? How can luck be plundered?"

Zhu Lin talked about yi Datong, but he almost said that we were talking nonsense.

I frowned slightly, and felt it was a bit tricky. Moreover, this grave is very clever. I am afraid that even a Feng Shui master like me would not be able to find any abnormalities. At most, I think Feng Shui is good. Fortunately, Yuwei and I have different physiques and feel that the breath here is different.

In desperation, I could only suggest that they come with me to visit the residents nearby and inquire about the news.

"Hmph! Just leave! I really don't believe it anymore. This famous Feng Shui land can really be destroyed because of my mother's grave!"

Zhu Lin was about to help me persuade Guo Hua, but this guy stood up by himself and stared at me stubbornly and somewhat resentful.

I shook my head. This guy was completely unwilling to die of the Yellow River, and he was too lazy to say anything more. He pulled Yuwei to go along the dirt road in the grave mountain first.

In less than ten minutes, we saw a large yard with four small three-story brick buildings in the yard. It looked like it was in the countryside and was definitely quite luxurious. In the courtyard in the middle of the building, several elderly people gathered together, smoking leaves cigarettes, and chatting.

"Hmph! The luck is bad? Can a house like this be born if you have bad luck?"

A happy look flashed in Guo Hua's eyes and looked at me disdainfully.

I didn't speak, but walked into the courtyard. The old people were relatively simple. Seeing a few of us young people, they were not alert, but were full of curiosity.

"Little kid, are you here for a mountain trip?" Among them, an old man in his seventies shook the gun in his hand and asked in black air.

"The people in the city are really in a mood now. They come to us to climb the mountain without any trouble. It's not bad."

Another old man also echoed.

I was having sex with them and asked about the situation in the nearby villages as a hiker.

Originally, the old men were talking very well, but suddenly sighed.

"I'm going to tell you, we have used up all the luck accumulated by our ancestors over the years. In the past ten years, our luck is worse than that of yi. In the past few years, many villagers have had a lot of family businesses in the provincial capital, but now they are almost defeated."

The old man biting the gun and his unclear words made Guo Hua and his two faces change.

"Grandpa, business and other things have pros and downs. It is normal to encounter difficulties, and it has nothing to do with luck or something!"

Zhu Lin's eyes flashed and he smiled and comforted him.

"Who said it's okay?" The old man glared at him and gritted his teeth to tell us that in the past, there were auspicious clouds in them after the rain. Now, even in the sun, it feels cold.

Moreover, since more than ten or twenty years ago, many villagers who went out to work and start businesses, and even those who had improved in the past, have gradually declined, and have become even worse in recent years. Their village has changed from a village that was famous for ten thousand yuan in households to a sub-capita income.

After chatting for half an hour, Guo Hua had to admit that over the years, this famous Panyingkou has indeed declined as a whole.

On the way back to the grave mountain, Zhu Lin and Guo Hua both looked worried and did not speak.

"How to do it? Do you dig it?" I asked in a deep voice while standing in front of Zhu Fang's grave.

Zhu Lin looked embarrassed and shook his eyes, and then he looked at Guo Hua. Guo Hua's eyes flashed, staring at the tombstone tightly, finally gritted his teeth, and then knelt on his worship platform with a plop, saying yitong to ask his mother to forgive him, etc.

When I was a kid, Guo Hua drove to buy tools, and the four of us excavated without hesitation.

We did not destroy the tomb body, but excavated from the side. Fortunately, there was no one in the tomb mountain, and the process went smoothly.

After digging up two meters deep, we turned to dig towards the grave.

An hour later, Guo Hua touched the coffin with the shovel in his hand. The kid's hands were trembling and he became a little nervous.

"Pull it out!"

Half an hour later, we took out the shiny black coffin. I pried open the wooden wedge and lifted the lid of Zhu Lin. Yuwei followed my instructions and held up the big black umbrella and blocked the head of the coffin.

"Why are there no bones?" Guo Lin said in a lost voice.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Lin almost threw away the coffin lid. Fortunately, it was only two o'clock in the afternoon, and if it were evening, this guy would have run away.

I turned around and looked, and as I expected, there was no Zhu Fang's bone in the coffin at all, only a photo of ten inches.

"Ah!" Guo Hua was so scared by the bloody photos that he sat on the ground.

Twenty years ago, there were already colorful photos, but this colorful photo was very strange. Zhu Fang's beautiful eyes actually showed a dark color different from ordinary people. His red lips were shockingly red, with a ferocious amplitude on the corners of his mouth, which was a bit like laughing, and a bit like crying.

Although it was broad daylight, Zhu Lin and Guo Hua were so scared that they were trembling all over.

However, Yuwei and I were not concerned about this obviously abnormal photo, but the slightly flashing milky white light at the middle of the eyebrows of the photo. This was actually Zhu Fang’s soul! Moreover, the yi nail was four inches long dark gold, which was as thick as an adult man’s thumb, penetrated Zhu Fang’s incomplete soul and nailed it to the middle of the photo’s eyebrows!

"What is that?" Zhu Lin and Guo Hua couldn't see the soul, but they could see the strange nail. Even at the seal of the nail and the photo, there was a bright red on Zhu Fang's forehead in the photo.
Chapter completed!