The Lord listened completely and asked me what I thought?

I said that I could only break through, the nine-star dragon, interlocking, as long as the destruction of a ring, the power of this living tomb is one point less.

The Lord asked me how I destroyed it.

I said that each one has a cave artifact, as long as we find the artifact, the artifact is removed from the acupuncture point, we can destroy the entire layout.

The chief sighed and said it was not so easy!

I said that there is no, in theory, as long as the artifact is found, but in general, the feng shui master will hide the artifact in the most important place, it is not difficult to find, or there is a tomb spirit to protect.

The Dao chief said that he had not found any great evil artifact along the way, what would be the artifact of the town tomb?

I said that he did not find it because he did not pay attention, in fact, from the altar, the town tomb artifact has appeared!

The Lord asked me what it was?

I said it was a light!

From the beginning of the altar, the ding lanterns continue to appear, from the beginning of the altar's sheep head lamp, the maze of the oxen head lamp, and then to the copper coffin on the other side of the horse and beast ding lamp, as long as there is a ding lamp, either the organ touched, or the tomb spirit awakened, so the ding lamp is the key, but also the town tomb artifact of the nine star geron!

I said that we are now located in the right position of the cold star of Beidou, corresponding to the kunning platform of the Yanlong Bureau, if I am correct, this bureau is still a dead door, as long as you find the door, you can break the game.

The Dao chief asked whether the ghost fire of the tomb spirit I had just caught was the tomb spirit of this bureau?

I say it is unlikely, because so far I have not seen the new lantern, and I have pointed to our position, which is still in the valley of the gossip valley, which means that we have not officially entered this bureau.

The chief looked around, here are grave bags everywhere, there is a small stream not far from us, the stream is not large, the water comes from the other end, and then turn to the other end.

This bend is very abrupt, as if it is specially spared from here, separated into two boundaries.

I was thinking about the way to the creek here, and the chief of the road over there walked over to the stream without saying hello to me.

I have been thinking about water, the world, suddenly stunned, I realized that the more I studied the future, the more I forgot about the front, in the feng shui world, there is a word that no one knows, that is, the air by the wind and scattered, the boundary water stops.

The head of this creek is used to lock the air!

I have a chuckle in my heart, locking, and the other side of the stream is not the real ghost village!

I looked up, but it was too late, the first second was still in front of my eyes, the next second a foot across the stream, the whole person disappeared, and I saw the scenery, but nothing changed.

I panicked and ran to the river.

This view, found that this creek is also strange, the usual creek is a flow of water, but now this creek is two streams of water, which is clearly the feng shui closed loop, infinite locking.

It's over!

Looking at the dead grave, I had no idea at all, my teeth were bitten, my eyes closed, and I just rushed through it, but somehow the soles of my feet suddenly fell, and the whole world changed and began to fall non-stop.

I wanted to open my eyes, but my eyes could not be opened, I did not know how long I fell down on a pile of haystas, opened my eyes, and found a village in front of me.

The village is extremely dilapidated and withered, the village has planted three old eucalyptus trees, the eucalyptus trees are almost dry, there is no leaf, there is a lot of yellow paper on the roadside, the kind of foreign Chinese, burned to the dead.

I saw a mother with gray hair, filial piety, crouching in the triangle circle surrounded by the eucalyptus burning paper money, while burning back while beating the ground with wood chops, breaking the mind.

I went over and asked my grandmother where was this?

My aunt looked up at me, and I was startled, because the aunt had no eyes, and the two eyes were concave, but the aunt looked at me like she could see me, did not speak, black face, and continued to hit her little man.

I felt uninteresting, so I did not continue to ask, a few steps forward, just ready to leave the triangle circle surrounded by the eucalyptus tree, the aunt's words sounded coldly behind me.

She said don’t leave if I don’t want to die.

I smiled and ignored her, because sometimes I had to listen to the opposite in the fantasy.

The architectural style of the village is very strange, and the traditional buildings in China are symmetrical, but the houses in this village are reversed.

Not on one side is big or small, not on the other side is round, not on the side is high or low, and around are staggered, a little S-shaped, like a snake road, anyway, it is uncomfortable to look at it.

The village was very quiet, I did not see a person, the outermost houses did not seem to be inhabited, the feet of the door were piled with decaying paper money, I took a window broken half of the house to look at, found a mouthful of lintel coffins, coffins on the top of the coffin.

Not right, the three-scented head must be haunted.

I looked again at the rooms next door and found that the situation was roughly the same, that there was no one in the room, there was a coffin, and there was a guillotine.

I am not quite sure what all this is meant to express in this dream, but it must be related to the way out, but I can't find the clue from here for the time being.

I went back to the village.

I found that this village is not only architecturally strange, the terrain chosen is also strange, the general village will choose the highlands, because this can avoid the water, but the village is on the opposite side, the more the center, the lower the terrain, so once it rains, the center will definitely become a pool, of course, I am not sure if there is rain in the dream.

As I walked, I heard a bell.

Gollum.

It is far away, and it is heart-wrenching.

I looked for the voice and found that it came from a large shrine on the last side of the village.

There are many people outside the temple, no, they are not people, those people's expressions are numb, hanging their heels, their foreheads are wrapped in a black air, which is clearly dead - the living ghost!

I counted, at least forty or fifty ghosts here.

Are these ghosts here?

They lined up outside the shrine, like the landowner's porridge factory, and did not know what to queuing.

I quietly embellished behind, one by one to keep up, finally it was my turn, the thing was a master, all dressed in black, the left arm wrapped around a white yarn, only his face did not have black air.

I suddenly remembered the aunt of the village, that should also be a person, but they are wearing white filial piety, one wearing black filial piety, what does this mean?

The man's back was a table, covered with white cloth, and on the table was a wooden box with a pellet the size of a quail egg, dark red, and a little grassy crumbs.

The necroman in front of me led the ball to the lad next to him to collar a bowl of soup, and then put the balls in the soup and drank it.

That soup belly, the ghost's body is condensed a lot, the original lightly heel is also tied to the stone, away from the ground to rely on.

The man did not notice me, took a pellet and raised it to me to find that I had not answered, looked up at me, was stunned, but soon regained calm, and muttered in his mouth how he came to the individual.

I asked him what he was talking about?

My husband says this is not where I am.

I asked him why?

He said that it is not the living here, only the dead will come here.