The sky fell into a deep darkness, covering everything below lifeless.

A group of people stood around a lonely grave under the mountain wall. There was no monument on the grave, and a stone more than one meter high stood there crookedly. Logically speaking, this kind of lonely grave without monuments should have been ignored for many years and was overgrown with weeds, but even a seedling of grass on the grave could not be seen.

Several old men dressed in mountain folks were full of worry. Bai Xiaodian rolled up her sleeves and put her hands in her pockets, looking disapproving. Erkazi turned his little eyes curiously, looking at this person and that person. Only Mao Shan and Mao Dashan's faces were as calm as before, and there was no expression.

Mao Dashan glanced at Mao Shan's eyes, then looked at the lonely grave in front of him, and signaled her to look at the grave.

In fact, I couldn’t use Mao Dashan’s reminder, and Mao Shan saw it as soon as he arrived. The land in this area was already dry and cracked, but the only thing around this grave was moistened by the soil.

"This is a sign that drought will occur." Mao Shan said in a solemn tone at the moist soil around the lonely grave.

Suddenly, the sky slid across a row of low-flying birds, and the sound of falling wings coiled between the graves and never dispersed for a long time.

Legend has it that if a place suddenly becomes bizarre and rains for a long time, and finds that there is a grave nearby seeping water and no grass grows on it, then the dead people in this grave must have turned into a drought.

"Yes, that's true." Mao Dashan raised his head slightly and turned to the mountain. The mountain is not high. You can see the edge of the top of the mountain without raising your neck completely. Mao Dashan looked into the distance and continued, "You see this river. When the water flows down from the northwest mountain, it circles the mountain stream in front, and then flows to the southeast. This place is surrounded by water flow in all directions, and the yin energy is surrounded here. The grave is backed by the cliff, and the forest in front is not smooth, and the yin energy is blocked here, creating this natural destruction. This is the evil gate among the eight gates."

The shank listened carefully and lowered his eyes to think.

A few seconds later, Mao Dashan withdrew his gaze, looked at an old mountain citizen, and said to Mao Shan: "This river was not like this before. Their ancestors came here to settle decades ago. In order to facilitate the irrigation of the land, they dug the river channel like this."

"When was this tomb built?" Mao Shan asked the old mountain citizen.

"Ahem, I don't know this. It was here when I was very young. Maybe it had it before we came here to live." Lao Shanmin replied in a singular manner.

"So the feng shui of this tomb was destroyed by the modification of the river channel decades ago? But it doesn't make sense. Just changing the river channel will not cause drought in just a few decades. Besides, it's okay for so many years, but there was a problem last year..." Mao Shan couldn't figure it out, so he looked at Mao Dashan and wanted to hear his opinion.

Mao Dashan patted the corner of his clothes, shook his head, pointed to the stone on the grave and said, "In fact, the most evil thing is this stone, which is round at the top and pointed at the bottom, like a nail, nailed to the grave tightly, making the people in the grave uneasy. Look at this stone, it should not be long before it is placed here." After saying that, he looked at the top of the mountain again and said, "Look at the Qinglong Guard and White Tiger Positions of this grave."

When Mao Shan heard Mao Dashan's words, he quickly looked up at the top of the mountain. After looking for a while, she felt that it was not enough. She took a few steps back and observed the entire mountain direction of the lonely grave.

The Qinglong position is located on the left and belongs to Yang. The White Tiger position refers to the right and belongs to Yin. Now, the road leading to the top of the mountain on the left has been sealed by several large stones, and on the right, by chance, the rocks on the surface of the mountain wall have fallen off, and the mountain road has become wider than before.

"The green dragon is short, the white tiger is long, and the yin is strong and the yang is weak." The deep pupils of the tung lingered outside, and involuntarily expressed the conclusion.

"Look at the mountain wall on the right carefully." Mao Dashan reminded again.

"The rocks on the surface seem to... not fall off naturally, but seem to have been chiseled manually." The slum speculated on the interface.

Mao Dashan nodded and his eyes became solemn.

"Grandpa means that it is not a coincidence but an artificial one?"

"I suspect someone is raising a corpse." Mao Dashan said word by word, and looked at Bai Xiaodian.

"Raising...I know how to raise corpses. I have seen them in the movie!" Bai Xiaodian trembled all over by Mao Dashan's eyes and said quickly.

Mao Dashan ignored Bai Xiaodian's words and continued: "This is the reason why I called the police. Things did not form naturally, but involved people."

Bai Xiaodian nodded in a low voice, looking to the side.

"If it's a drought, I'm afraid it's a little trouble..." Mao Shan looked at the lonely grave in front of her, her eyebrows tightened, and she began to feel troubled.

"Following the water seepage on this grave, I guess the drought has not yet become a climate, so there is still a way to cure it." Mao Dashan put his hands behind him, raised his head slightly, and looked at the mountain wall in front of him aimlessly.

As soon as Mao Dashan said this, everyone looked at him.

He took a breath and said slowly, "I heard of a folk method of curing drought and bait. First dig the grave and seal the soil, expose the coffin and then use a large net to prevent drought and bait from jumping out of the coffin. Then, a small round hole was punched on the lid of the coffin at the head of the corpse, and put the muzzle in, aim at the head of the drought and bait a few shots until the coffin was smashed. At this time, the person rushed over and took out the corpse and shattered it."

"Even if the high-level zombies like Hanba are not in a state of climate, they are not ordinary guns that can be damaged or crushed." Mao Shan corrected. When talking about ordinary guns, she suddenly thought of her ancient Mei Jian. The ancient Mei Jian killed the ancestors of Hanba and was the nemesis of all Hanba.

"This is just a folk method, and naturally lacks the basis. However, if we weaken the formation of this evil sect in advance and release the yin energy surrounding the grave, the situation will be different."

“How to weaken?”
Chapter completed!