Various gases are mixed together.

He is an ordinary person, and if he stays in this environment for a long time, he will be eroded, produce bad emotions, and inevitably be affected.

"Trouble."

Bang, the sheriff whispered a fist on the wooden table with one hand, furious.

"Believe it or not, I'll let the police catch you and let you in for a boxed lunch." He threatened.

Unfortunately, this threat is wrong.

"It's the police." The owner of the candle shop climbed down the ladder and lowered the drawer facing east.

"You despise me as a police officer."

Somehow, whenever he heard his boss speak, he felt a resentment, an unexplained anger, and a grudge he wanted to vent.

He reached out to grab the boss and beat him up.

The owner of the incense candle shop had a flash of anger in his eyes, and he still had six beards on his face. He wanted to kill this policeman. But he couldn't, there were other shopkeepers nearby.

Feng Shui Alley has a rule that the boss must not kill people in the alley.

He waved his hand, and a puff of pink smoke drifted past the sheriff.

The sheriff's face felt hot, and a red mark was imprinted on his forehead.

He gradually regained his senses, his emotions eased, and he was ashamed of his previous behavior.

"Boss, I'm sorry. Maybe I'm too busy at work. I'm a little grumpy today. He apologized.

"It doesn't matter. The owner of the candle shop said, "You go"

The sheriff doesn't understand why the boss keeps trying to get rid of him.

Ai Wei put the handbag on the table, opened the zipper inside, took out a wooden box, carved a ghost head on it, and gave it to the candle owner.

The owner of the incense candle shop took the wooden box, touched it, showed a satisfied smile, and nodded.

Ai Wei opened the handbag and put away the scent of the yellow paper bag.

"I'll help you, don't worry"

When the sheriff walked out of the candlestick shop, there were a few shopkeepers in the alley communicating in the dark.

"I see, old fox, how about giving it to me?"

"You're old. I'm afraid it's a bit of a waste to give it to you. ”

"It's mine, don't give it to me, you will be my enemy."

Suddenly, the candle vendor interrupts the other bosses and shows sovereignty to the other bosses.

"Third Brother Han, it's the first time I've gone out to catch it, and the brothers will give it to you, haha."

"Okay, here you go. Han San rarely spoke. ”

A dim conversation, the sheriff didn't know, but felt as if something bad was staring at him.

Thinking of Ai Wei's performance, he had a bad feeling.

Hurriedly got in the car and left.

Night.

On the outskirts, there is a gravel road, winding and winding, with only endless darkness, like a cold, terrible hell, at the end of which hides unspeakable fear.

A thick fog shrouded the neighborhood, and on a quiet night, the wind was strong, and the shadows of the trees on both sides were trembling, dancing with their teeth and claws like ghosts.

In a distant corner, a faint light appeared, shattering the silence of the neighborhood. The light became brighter and brighter, and a large beam of light illuminated the road.

The wheels flew by, and in the light, the shadows of buildings, a small house and a large enclosed land loomed.

The car stopped. At the end of the road is a cemetery surrounded by an iron fence. The shape of the iron bar is strange. Instead of being straight, the rebar is twisted and deformed to form the shape of a skull.

Under the light, the rusty iron rods glow a dark red light with tiny lines like tadpoles.

A thin old man walked out of the low room with sunken eyes and shadows, on crutches and with a strange ornament around his waist, and walked step by step towards the car.

As soon as the car window fell, Lin Chen sat in the car, stretched out a hand, and the gray air drifted into the old man's body.

The old man stopped, turned back to his room, and sat quietly in front of the window, looking out at the night.

It is a private cemetery. It is one of the few five cemeteries under Lin Shiyin's name. This is the smallest of them.

The tombs inside are all carefully furnished. Every orientation is exquisite. A small locust tree should be planted next to it, and it will never grow tall.

There were no tombstones, just a small pile of raised earth, buried in the underworld, the bodies of those who died accidentally.

From a bird's-eye view of the sky, we can see that this is a pattern, and each grave is a node.

This cemetery also has a name, which is called "the land of a hundred dead bodies".

The place is very rare and far from the village, the nearest one is ten miles away. There is a thick fog all year round, both day and night.

Pushing open the door, Lin Chen and Ai Wei went out together, they were carrying backpacks, which were bulging, and they were holding the same empty bags in their hands.

Entering the tomb through the small door, the soil under your feet is relatively soft, not as hard as the outside soil, and your feet are trapped within an inch.

This is his second visit, and he can't help but wonder how slow it is to collect yin from the earth in the basement and yin from the cemetery in comparison to the basement.

The cemetery is a shady place, and it is easy to accumulate yin energy. Especially through human activity, it is easier, faster, and more Yin Qi to gather.

A cemetery is like a fertile piece of land. You can mine every other time.

Of course, this is also a huge piece of fat, and it can't be held without a certain strength.

Lin Chen also put the construction of his own cemetery on the agenda. After all, he didn't have enough money before. Now, with Chen Feng's unexpected fate, he can start preparing.

Once the cemetery is completed, there will be a steady supply of his spiritual resources.

It is better to build one on my father's cemetery every year, after all, my father needs these things too.

In the center of the tomb is a seven-foot-tall statue of Shura, with three heads and six arms. Each arm was void, bleeding from the seven holes at each end.

Lin Chen put down his backpack and opened the zipper. There are wooden crates inside. They were full of packages. Each crate has a spell on it.

He picked up the wooden box and opened the lid. There are twelve small holes in the box with strange inscriptions on them, and the wooden box is placed on the arm of the statue of Shura.

Ai Wei, who was with Lin Chen, did the same.

With a wave of his fingers, the condensed knot seal flew towards the Shura statue.

A swallowing force appeared on the six arms of the Shura statue. The dense fog in the vicinity swirls and converges, and the gas condenses into vapor, which then condenses into water droplets.

The condensation is very fast and visible to the naked eye, and the fog is moving.

Lin Chen jumped up, took off the wooden box, closed the lid, and put it in the empty bag, sorting it so as not to be confused.

The yin qi was still gathering, and the fog on the arms was thicker.

Ten kilometers away, outside the cemetery, there is a small jungle.

In the jungle, a young man with a pale face hides inside. He stamped his body and held a needle disc in his hand.

The compass is bronze, with double dragons, like double dragons playing with pearls, and the white jade beads exude a faint light, like a thin film, clinging to him.

The man's face was serious, as if he was hiding from something.

Yes, now he is being chased by a ghost, and he doesn't even know how to escape from it.

He left for three days, from the city to the outskirts, for he feared that he would not leave any bones and dross behind unless he had a powerful weapon in his hand.

There were two dark shadows in the woods, searching everywhere and slowly approaching.

"Sister, I can't find anyone. What the hell did the boy do to make his mother angry, let's go to him? He must have a powerful weapon on him.

Even psychic exploration can be blocked. I've been looking for so many days, I'm so tired," a slightly younger voice came.

"You're too young. He should be a freelancer and his self-cultivation will not be too high. Otherwise, if it is enough, it will forever protect the Soul Exploration Course and escape.

Another point is that when you come to H City, you still don't know how to converge and destroy the feng shui battle arranged by your mother-in-law. If you have a family tradition and she will point out that H City is not a good place, then you will not be so easy to help people point out the feng shui problems, right?

Holding the child, not to mention the mother-in-law's grant, and the child's treasure, even if I don't know what it is, it should have a lot of value for us, and even if it is useless, we can sell it for a good price. Then another charming voice rang out.

Two women appeared in the man's eyes. If you put them on the street, they are also two beautiful women.

But in the wild, especially in the eyes of men, it is known that these two beautiful women are very beautiful. But they're ghosts, and they just want to eat a small bone.