When Qin Tai shouted the first sentence of seeing the coffin, I quickly walked to the pit.
The pit itself was over fifteen meters long.
A coffin actually appeared at the feet of Qin Tai and the three Feng Shui masters.
Looking from top to bottom, the material of the coffin is solid and heavy, like white marble.
At this moment, Qin Tai also looked terrified and kept shouting to release the rope! Almost hoarse!
There was also a thin layer of sweat on my forehead, and a layer of goosebumps appeared uncontrollably on my arms.
Dragon pressure on water is itself a change in Feng Shui. Water is yin, and the yin energy flowing through the dragon's veins that balances yin and yang will release the energy.
But if the coffin is placed directly in the water of this dragon pressure, then it is impossible for the anger to gather and make the person in the coffin become a human!
If the yin energy is too strong, the corpse will not rot. If the yin corpse does not rot, it will definitely favor the yang!
Ordinary people may not understand what this means.
There are three words that I absolutely know, and that is to absorb Yang Qi!
From ancient times to the present, there are often rumors that female ghosts appear in the mountains and forests and suck men's essence. There are also rumors that vixens deceive men and suck their yang energy.
It's true that it sucks Yang Qi, but it's false that it's full of female ghosts and vixens.
It is mostly attributed to the distinction between men and women in ancient times. Men are strong, daughters are feminine, and women are yin. This was deeply rooted in that era.
Things that actually attract people's yang energy also mostly happen in places with excessive yin energy.
Any corpse influenced by Yin Qi, regardless of male or female, will be attached to Yang and long to absorb Yang Qi.
There are even more men, because men’s masculinity dissipates after death, and the yin energy erodes, leaving them restless after death and suffering all day long.
Qin Tai and the others must come up quickly, otherwise, they will be in big trouble!
The remaining Feng Shui masters on the pothole also hurriedly began to put down ropes.
After the rope fell under the pothole, Qin Tai quickly grabbed it and wrapped it around his arm.
At this moment, Yang Xiayuan suddenly walked to the pothole.
His round face full of grooves showed a dark and unclear expression, and there was a faint hint of cold murderous aura.
"Mr. Qin, we have seen the coffin. There is still water overflowing. Don't come up in such a hurry. Tie the coffin with a rope and pull the coffin up first." Yang Xiayuan's tone was full of sarcasm.
The expressions of the Feng Shui masters around him changed, and Zhao Si spoke very quickly: "Mr. Yang, you don't know the danger of the dragon pressing the water. If the dragon presses the water, and the water falls into the coffin, the coffin must be filled with the Yang." Yin corpse! How dare you pull him up? You must let Mr. Qin and the others come up quickly, otherwise your life will be in danger!"
Yang Xiayuan glanced at Zhao Si with a sinister look, the wrinkles on his face trembled a few times, squeezed out a weird smile, and suddenly asked in a higher tone, "Life is in danger?"
This scene made me feel chilly and alert.
The next moment, Yang Xiayuan slapped Zhao Si on the back!
They were right next to the pothole, so how could Zhao Si be on guard against Yang Xiayuan! ?
Just like a rolling melon and gourd, the wheel was pushed into the hole in one go!
Zhao Si hit the edge of the pothole several times during his fall and screamed in agony.
With a final bang, the screams stopped abruptly.
Under the moonlight, dazzling blood instantly filled the air.
Zhao Si's head hit the top of the coffin so hard that his neck was broken, and his body began to stand upside down, and finally fell crookedly on the cave wall.
All this happened so fast, I didn't expect that Yang Xiayuan's expression only changed at first, but he would act so cruelly in an instant!
How could Zhao Si possibly survive? He was already dead from anger.
Several other Feng Shui masters by the pit were frightened and looked at Yang Xiayuan in confusion.
Including Qin Tai, who was under the pothole, turned even paler.
Yang Xiayuan said coldly: "Mr. Qin, it was you who said this is the living gate. If the coffin is dug out from inside, the corpse must be immortalized."
"You come up again after seeing the coffin. Aren't you kidding me?"
Qin Tai's face turned pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He also tried his best to explain: "Master Yang, that's not what I meant. There is a dragon in the water here. Our Feng Shui judgment was wrong. We can only do it again after we come up." Think about it."
"The Yiyang Yin Corpse here must not be underestimated, and the coffin must not be pulled up..."
While talking, Qin Tai also directly grabbed the rope and started climbing up.
Several Feng Shui masters by the pothole were also pulling.
Yang Xiayuan sneered a few times, and with a flash of cold light, a dagger appeared in his hand.
With two swipes, the rope was cut directly by him.
Qin Tai, who was halfway up the coffin, also hit the top of the coffin and pressed Zhao Si's body underneath.
Several Feng Shui masters nearby were anxious and wanted to dissuade him.
But Yang Xiayuan said directly: "I understand clearly, Qin Tai, you are deceiving me. Do you guys want to be like him?" He glanced at everyone coldly.
Those people immediately fell silent and did not dare to speak any more.
The three people under the pothole helped Qin Tai up, and they tried their best to explain...
But a bit of silence for them arose in my heart.
Father, like son.
Yang Xiayuan made it clear at this moment that he would not let them come up, but his words did not break his face.
Qin Tai should not have been unaware of this.
At this critical moment, his thoughts were also confused. He really thought that Yang Xiayuan was stubborn and felt that he had been deceived!
The four people under the pothole were still explaining.
Under the moonlight, their faces were full of black energy, and it could even be seen that they were top-heavy.
His voice became hollow.
Yang Xiayuan squatted next to the pothole and looked down steadily, his expression seemed to be very interesting.
The few remaining Feng Shui masters next to the pothole finally noticed something and no longer dared to speak to dissuade him.
I hesitated for a moment, and I couldn't bear to watch Qin Tai and the others die below.
He opened his mouth and said, since it was wrong, then we must find the right one. Why don't we let them live?
Yang Xiayuan ignored me.
Suddenly, there was a slight sound of water flowing below.
At the same time, there was a soft clicking sound...
I lowered my head and looked down, shocked.
The white marble coffin was completely soaked with water.
Zhao Si's body was also half submerged in water, and the blood dyed the water red, making it look particularly grim.
Qin Tai and the others suddenly stopped talking.
He opened his eyes wide and stared directly above us.
And their skin color is rapidly turning gray...
His eyes gradually became sunken, his face became painful and ferocious, and his mouth grew larger!
The clicking sound continued, mixed with a few muffled sounds, as if something was cracking.
There was a crash, and the water surface at the bottom of the pit fluctuated...
The coffin suddenly cracked from the middle.
Qin Tai and the others all fell in...
At the same time, water levels dropped rapidly.
After a few minutes, the water completely disappeared...and was replaced by a dark, deep hole.
Also disappearing at the same time were the coffin and Qin Tai...
"The sacrifice is over, the Yin Dragon has moved." Suddenly, Yang Xiayuan said something coldly.
He raised his head and looked at Mr. Yin and me again, smiled coldly and said, "Now is the time for the Feng Shui Bureau here to come to life. While there are stars in the sky tonight, we can find the location of the Shengmen."
I frowned, and Mr. Yin also squinted his eyes and said nothing.
At this moment, the wolf mastiff suddenly started barking.
"Plop!" Amidst the sound of "Plop!", a gray-skinned parrot flew out of the bushes. Its head was hanging crookedly on one side, and its neck seemed to be broken. Although its fur was gray before, it looked even more lifeless now. .
I was shocked. Wasn't this thing all taken care of by Shen Ji? The neck was broken on the spot and the body was taken away by her.
How can you come back? !
The crooked head of the gray parrot trembled twice, and it seemed to want to speak again, but could not make a sound.
The wolf mastiff is ready to pounce.
Yang Xiayuan's expression was gloomy and cold. He bent his arm and the gray-skinned parrot landed on his elbow.
He reached out and touched its neck, and asked in a trembling voice:
"You are a beast. You ran around in the mountains. Now you are better. Your neck has been completely broken. Who did it?"
