My heart skipped a beat, and I explained a few words in a low voice, which was roughly what I guessed and confirmed. Mr. Yin should have no big problem.
Mrs. He suddenly said: "Sixteen, if I curse Mr. Yin Shu, or your mother, what will happen to you?"
Her sudden words made me frown, and I replied unnaturally: "Argue with reason, no matter what the relationship is, the bottom line is that it must not touch the family, and the dead person is the most important."
Mrs. He smiled, the folds on her face were squeezed together, and said: "The dead ones are the most powerful, and the bun girl is obsessed with them. I scolded the bun girl for her shoehorned face, but they can still stay rational. This is normal." What?"
"Everyone has beliefs, be it against the scales or against the will. This old woman has lived her whole life, and she understands this truth clearly. If anyone dares to touch my eldest grandson or curse him, I can cut out that person's tongue."
"I believe you can also see that if someone touches the blind man's daughter or grandson, he will fight for his life." Mrs. He's voice was not loud, but she spoke very quickly.
The dozen or so people in the team just now had already entered the corridor, and their footsteps were far away. It is impossible for Mr. Yin to hear what we say, and they will definitely not be able to hear it.
But I felt even more uncomfortable. At that time, I also felt that Mrs. He used these words to deliberately anger Mr. Yin.
Unexpectedly, she actually has such a deep meaning.
Father, like son,
For me, I only think Mr. Yin is sane?
I'm afraid otherwise...
Being exposed by Blind Man Chen and Mrs. He in this way made me more vigilant.
Without that group of people, only the lone flashlight in my hand was left, and the light dimmed.
I first told Blind Chen and Mrs. He that I was alert, and then I took out fine linen paper and a pen.
Mrs. He took the flashlight from my hand and helped me illuminate it.
I roughly drew the four gates and courtyard walls from the front end of the fine linen paper, which just matched the arrangement of the shady house in the bunniang tomb.
If you want to know the feng shui of your home, you must have a clear layout.
Nothing can be seen from the outside of this haunted house, so I can only draw drawings after walking through it.
Continue walking along the corridor.
The corridor was extremely deserted at this moment. In a few minutes, those people didn't know where they went.
About ten meters down the corridor, we reached another room.
This is like a Zen room, with a futon and a low tea table, with an incense burner placed on it.
I drew it on the drawing and entered the corridor of the meditation room again.
The further in and the longer I walked, the weirder and weirder the problem became.
Even if the team ahead of us is faster and walks a few minutes ahead, there’s no way we can’t catch up!
In fact, they did disappear without a trace...
Not only did they disappear, but we didn't even see any corpses along the road, including the nine servants of Bun Niang.
There are no clues about Ma Baoyi, no clues about Zhang Er, no traces left at all... This is too abnormal.
Blind Chen's expression became solemn. As Mrs. He walked around, she kept making tinkling bells. It was not so completely quiet at last. Otherwise, this environment would definitely bring great depression to people.
The third room, the fourth room...
The rooms in Bunniang's tomb were connected to the corridor, which led to the next room. Finally, we encountered a fork in the road. After we walked in, we actually arrived at another room with a side entrance...
The fine linen paper in my hand is getting fuller and fuller.
Finally, when we arrived at the third side entrance to the room, the fine linen paper in my hand was almost completely filled with drawings.
The missing drawing should probably be the part of the main hall that is entered through the front door.
These corridors are not connected to the corridors that can be entered into the main hall...
My heart sank.
Although most of the pictures were drawn, the fifty or so people sent in by Mr. Yin seemed to have disappeared out of thin air...
They have to carry the body and there is no way they can go ahead of us.
Either it really disappeared, or they didn't find the body and moved faster than us and went out through other doors first.
I didn't waste any time, put the fine linen paper in my pocket, and went to open the side door with Blind Man Chen.
The moonlight shines into the door.
The open space outside was also empty, which made my heart sink even more...
Except for Mr. Yin standing in the open space, is there anyone there?
Blind Chen and Mrs. He also had serious expressions on their faces.
Mr. Yin turned to look at us and nodded, with obvious surprise in his eyes.
I walked out in a hurry and immediately asked Mr. Yin, had anyone come out?
Mr. Yin shook his head and said no.
His brows also frowned.
My eyelids twitched wildly, and I looked back at the Bun Niang's house. I felt a great sense of depression in my heart, as if the entire house was a monster that could devour the living.
"It's so weird here... No one came out, and we didn't meet anyone. It disappeared out of thin air?" I couldn't suppress the uneasiness in my heart and murmured hoarsely.
"I'm afraid, those people are up to something." Mr. Yin suddenly said again.
I looked at Blind Chen and Mrs. He unnaturally. It was obvious that they had no better ideas.
Is it really Ma Baoyi, is Zhang Er up to something?
For Zhang Er, he is just a Feng Shui master and may not have this ability.
That’s not necessarily true for Ma Baoyi...
The vigilance in my heart became more and more intense. A total of fifty living people were killed at the drop of a hat... This was by no means an ordinary method...
"How about Luo Shiliu, can you see it?" Mr. Yin asked again.
I exhaled, calmed myself down, and replied that it was still a little worse.
I spread out the fine linen paper, pointed to the empty places, and said that everything that should be there is there, but these empty places have not been filled. After filling them all, you should be able to tell what kind of Feng Shui house it is, then You can find the fatal position in it.
After saying that, I pointed to the door in front and said that this door must be opened, otherwise, I would not be able to see other layouts.
Mr. Yin nodded and said, "Okay, it's almost time." This sentence made my heart skip a beat.
Is it almost time? Is Shen Ji making any preparations?
I'm afraid Mr. Yin has not given up on his preparations...
I am taking action, and so is Shen Ji.
A group of four people walked to the main door, and Mr. Yin and Blind Chen stepped forward to open the door.
With a creaking sound, the heavy door was pushed open.
The moonlight shines into the hall, and the candlesticks on both sides are faintly burning with candlelight.
The candlesticks at other side doors were all burned cleanly, as if they had been replaced at any time.
At a glance, I saw Shen Ji standing in front of the gossip shelf. Her back was turned to us. Even when we opened the door, she did not look back or react at all.
As for Soupa, she was kneeling beside her, extremely pious.
A special smell of blood, with a somewhat weird aroma, slowly penetrated into the nose...
I glanced down subconsciously.
All the hairs on his body suddenly started to stand up, and his scalp was extremely numb.
Goosebumps are almost falling off my body...
