I immediately raised my head and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw at a glance, outside another plank road, the paper man Xu Zheng was grabbing the arm of a Mr. Yang Suan.
The man's face was green and red, and he was struggling hard.
Paperman Xu's eyes were indifferent and he pushed him hard. Mr. Yangsuan staggered and rolled down three to four meters on the ground.
Liao Cheng frowned and stood up.
It turned out that the rest of the people, some of whom were too tired, had already lied down on the ground.
At this moment, they all sat up.
The paper man Xu glanced at him coldly and said: "Don't touch anything. You don't know how people are poisoned. You can't die if you want."
Liao Cheng shouted immediately, and then Mr. Yangsuan walked over dejectedly.
When we got closer, Liao Cheng asked what was going on.
Mr. Yang Suan whispered it again, roughly speaking that he had an old relationship with Zhou Fangquan and wanted to take a relic back to give his family an explanation.
Liao Cheng looked at him thoughtfully and suddenly said: "You said this yourself, do you believe it? You are not good enough to hide your eyes."
Mr. Yangsuan's expression suddenly became particularly uneasy.
The people around him showed disgust towards him, and some even immediately said that they wanted him to go up the plank road and roll back from the cave.
Everyone came here to seek the inheritance of the Dragon Scripture. Now there is still a chance to get the inheritance from Mr. Guan Xiantao. I didn’t expect that some people would be greedy for the things of the dead.
Liao Cheng raised his hand and made a downward movement, then gave Mr. Yangsuan a cold look and asked him to return to his seat and sit down. This will not happen again.
The man returned to his original position in even greater embarrassment.
However, no one was approaching him, but far away.
Jiang Pan and I continued to draw, and when it was almost midnight, we each drew a Feng Shui picture.
They raised their heads and took a look at each other's pictures. Mine was more perfect.
The overall direction of the mountains is more consistent with what we see during the day.
Including the proportions of the human head tomb in the center, this is also the case.
But after taking a closer look at Jiang Pan's picture, I realized that Jiang Pan blurred the direction of the edge of the mountain.
And he drew many roads at the bottom, with directions marked on them...
Putting the two pictures of Jiang Pan and me together, we have everything from the overall mountain range to the orientation map.
Of course, these directions are only drawn through the derivative changes of the Eight Gates and Bagua, and there is not necessarily a path...
Liao Cheng squatted in front of us and watched in detail.
He is waiting for us to speak.
The other gentlemen gathered around, their eyes filled with urgency.
Jiang Pan made a gesture of invitation, gesturing for me to come.
I lowered my head and looked at it for a moment, pointed to a direction on the map, and at the same time looked forward, and said in a deep voice: "I can't tell what Feng Shui this is, but looking at the whole place, the direction we are facing, this is One side is due south and the other side is southwest.”
It was the dense forest that I was looking at.
After thinking for a moment, I continued: "Based on the location alone, good or bad luck is determined. The palace in the south is called Jingmen, and its nature is fire. It flourishes in summer, is associated with spring, is imprisoned in autumn, and dies in winter."
"If we pass through this direction, we may be in danger of being trapped in it in late autumn."
After I finished speaking, everyone looked at each other in shock.
Immediately afterwards, someone else said: "The Jingmen is so dangerous, so isn't the Southwest Kun Palace on the other side the Gate of Death? The Gate of Death, isn't it even more impossible to walk on? The road ahead looks like a road, but in reality Is it a dead end to go up...?"
I didn't answer for a while and turned to look at the dense forest on the other side.
After a long time, I murmured: "The door of death belongs to the earth, flourishes in autumn, lives in summer, is imprisoned in winter, and dies in spring..."
When my thoughts came to this point, I felt like I had figured something out, but I didn't think clearly enough.
Everyone was already asking Liao Cheng whether it would be best if we walked along the mountain wall to where the Shengmen Gate is in front and entered the center of the tomb from there?
Liao Cheng did not answer immediately.
For Liao Cheng, he is more good at human soul and acupoints.
At this moment, when we are still on the outer edge of the acupuncture point, what he can say is definitely not as accurate as Jiang Pan and I.
Jiang Pan frowned, picked up two drawings, and murmured: "There is a right between life and death, but it is not absolute. The vitality of this place is so strong that the wind is warm, even if it is the door of death... .The warm air blowing through the Death Gate, this place is no longer the place to vent the death energy, it should be somewhere else..."
My eyelids suddenly jumped. Jiang Pan's words actually catered to my thoughts!
I stood up directly and whispered: "Yes, the warm wind has blown away the dead air at the door of death. The feng shui here is completely covered with anger. The problem is not about the road, I'm afraid it's between the roads." …”
As soon as I finished speaking, Tang Ding came up to me. He was holding an enamel bowl with some steaming food in it.
"Sir, you need something to eat. You have been on your way for a long time."
I raised my hand and was about to push Tang Ding away.
By some strange coincidence, I happened to look at the other side.
In that position, there was only one gentleman who stayed there, motionless.
Isn't that person the same person who wanted to get something from Zhou Fang's body before, but was stopped by the paper man Xu?
Under the moonlight, he looked dull and stupid, and his eyes were slightly gray.
Especially his chin, which has become a lot bigger...
My expression suddenly changed, and I walked straight towards that person without saying a word...
In a few steps, I walked up to him.
Liao Cheng and Jiang Pan also noticed something strange and followed me, while the other gentlemen stayed further back.
Looking at Mr. Yang Suan from a close distance, his mouth was trembling and moving, as if he was in extreme pain.
He raised his hand with great difficulty and tried to grab my shoulder.
I finally heard a slight pleading sound, it was him saying: "Help me..."
I took two steps back to avoid his hand. The next moment, his hand suddenly dropped, and he became silent...
Everyone in the venue was so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop.
A faint atmosphere of fear pervades the surroundings...
The paper man Xu also came to my side, his face was extremely ugly, and he said: "Impossible, he has never met Zhou Fangquan... let alone anyone else. I stopped him just now, how come he and Zhou Fangquan have the same death look? !”
The words promised by the paper man made me even more confused and confused.
Liao Cheng came closer, almost pressing his face to Mr. Yangsuan's chest.
"Brother Liao, be careful. This is an unknown poison. He must have been infected with it, and it only happened now."
After Jiang Pan said this, everyone in the room felt even more in danger.
The reason is simple, everyone comes down from that safe plank road.
As a result, the plank road became unsafe, and some people were poisoned to death for no apparent reason...
I'm afraid this means that other people are also at risk of being poisoned? !
