#1090 Flame Bureau (10)

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"Sister, is this a mass grave? How come so many strange people died?"

Xiaoqian asked, sticking out his tongue.

Huo Wenhua's flashlight shone on, his whole body went cold and his legs were shaking.

"Brother, don't be afraid, Master Yang is here."

The bodyless ghost comforted him.

Hearing his brother's comfort, Huo Wenhua calmed down a little, holding the peach wood sign in his hand.

Yang Zimei looked around carefully, and saw that there was a very strong resentment in front of him, forming a barrier, blocking the way ahead.

If there is no accident, this should be the Suhuntai.

Suhuntai is not a feng shui formation, but something that is formed occasionally.

In ancient times, any emperor built a mausoleum. After the repair, in order to prevent the secret of the mausoleum from being leaked out and being robbed, all the craftsmen who participated in the construction of the mausoleum would be executed or buried with them.

These people who were buried unjustly died, also condensed strong resentment, which lingered in the mausoleum for thousands of years.

It is precisely because of this cohesive mausoleum that it happens to form the most powerful natural barrier. Anyone who wants to invade the mausoleum will first be attacked by these wraiths.

In the Sui and Tang Dynasties, some ignorant masters discovered this powerful barrier principle, so they simply did not repair the traps. When the craftsmen repaired the tombs that were extremely difficult to build, they would kill them directly. , or seal it inside, and then arrange some formations around it, or build a canal to create a "dead place", or use some other methods to strengthen the grievances of these grievances, so as to guard the tomb, which saves money Cost and time saving.

Later generations named this wicked method as Suhuntai.

Huo Wenhua had also heard Suhuntai's statement.

He thought that it was just a legend, far away from him.

Unexpectedly, it was right in front of you.

Because his body is also entangled with yin, he can also see the barrier in front of which many resentful souls are entangled, the ghosts cry and the wolf howls, miserable and sad, making him horrified.

"Yang...Master, can we go there? Your iron tower is on it, and it can't be used to drive away these unjust souls!"

Huo Wenhua asked with a trembling voice.

"This is not a problem for me."

Yang Zimei replied calmly.

Her level is no longer what ordinary people or ordinary Feng Shui masters can achieve, and she can still do things like exorcising ghosts and demons.

It's a pity that the Soul Gathering Mirror is left in the ancient tomb in the western suburbs to shake the soul, and the small iron tower is on it. As for the small bell, I don't want to use it for the time being, lest Huo Wenhua have any adverse reactions.

You can't take advantage of these plug-ins, you can only get rid of them by your own strength!

"Mr. Huo Wendong, do you feel your body is here?"

Yang Zimei asked the bodyless ghost.

"I can't feel it, it shouldn't be here."

The bodyless ghost shook his head, "But there is a feeling, it may be inside."

"Um."

Yang Zimei nodded and took out a Qiankun bag specially used to hold ghosts.

These ghosts were unjustly killed, their grievances could not be eliminated, and they could not be reincarnated. Yang Zimei didn't want to directly use magic to beat them to pieces.

She wants to bring them back into the Qiankun bag, and when she is free, she will slowly do things for them, help them transcend, and let them enter reincarnation.

"Sister, let me come!"

Xiaoqian actively took over her Qiankun bag, "I just remembered a ghost collection method, try it out!"

Yang Zimei was sweating, so she didn't stop it.

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