"Mrs. Huang, where is this place?" asked a rather dignified voice, which sounded like Yang Yuanning.
"This iron door has always been locked, and I don't quite know what's inside." Mrs. Huang was also a little hesitant.
"Even your wife doesn't know?" Yang Yuanning asked in a deep voice.
Mrs. Huang's voice sounded apologetic: "My father-in-law is in charge of all this personally, and I don't know much."
Another voice shouted, "Just go in and take a look, we'll know. That ghostly cry just now came from here. I want to see what's playing tricks on us!"
This time it should be the fat old man Zhang Sanfu who seems very impatient.
Soon, hurried footsteps were heard, and it seemed that the people outside were rushing in.
I went to see Xiaohui and saw that the woman had quietly hidden behind another stone statue of an evil spirit.
"What the hell is this?"
A moment later, bursts of screams were heard from the entrance of the corridor.
I hid in the shadows and saw more than a dozen people coming in. Among them were Feng Shui masters such as Yang Yuanning and Zhang Sanfu, as well as their disciples and followers, and a few young men who came to join in the fun. Mrs. Huang, as the host, also followed with a few people.
These people were obviously attracted by the screams just now.
My heart suddenly skipped a beat. This shout came at a very opportune moment.
"Where did so many coffins come from?" the crowd exclaimed.
Mrs. Huang was also dumbfounded and said she had no idea.
"Look quickly, are those clothes?" At this time, someone with sharp eyes saw the clothes taken off on the ground.
Some people couldn't help but go forward to check, but were stopped by Yang Yuanning, "This place is weird everywhere, don't act rashly!"
"Yes, everyone listen to my grandpa, and be quiet!" Yang Xuan shouted loudly. This kid was frightened before, but after a night, he regained some of his arrogant style.
A young man pointed at a piece of clothing and exclaimed, "That piece of clothing belongs to my girlfriend. I know her. She must be here!"
Yang Yuanning said in a deep voice: "Be patient! "
He immediately assigned two young disciples to go forward and check it out. The old man was quite cautious.
The two disciples drew two talismans on their palms, took stance, and slowly walked forward.
No one else dared to make a sound to disturb them. The room was silent. The two men looked nervous. Suddenly, they both screamed "Ah" at the same time, which scared many people behind them so much that they almost turned around and ran away.
But despite the screams, nothing happened.
"What's going on?" Yang Yuanning scolded angrily.
The two disciples stared at the coffin for a while, then stepped back and said, "Inside... inside there lies a naked beauty!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly chuckled and said, "Do naked beauties look good?"
As the voice came, a person walked in from the corridor.
"Female...female ghost!" Yang Xuan screamed suddenly, took several steps back, and almost fell down.
"What are you afraid of?" Yang Yuanning grabbed his grandson and said, "Where did this ghost come from?"
I saw the woman who came in. She had an oval face, a pointed chin, and a pale complexion. She glanced at everyone and smiled sinisterly, "Young Master Yang, I'm here to seek revenge on you as a ghost!"
Yang Xuan screamed and stepped back in fear.
Zhang Sanfu grabbed him and asked sternly, "Is this the woman who harmed my Dewu?"
Yang Xuan nodded repeatedly: "Yes... yes..."
Mrs. Huang exclaimed, "Are you that Chuntao? You're not dead?"
Chuntao pinched her own neck, stuck out her red tongue, and cried out, "I'm dead, I was strangled to death !"
"Give me back my grandson's life!" Zhang Sanfu roared in anger.
I saw that he had a ferocious expression, and he was making a spell with his fingers, muttering something, and I didn't know what powerful spell he was going to use. At this moment, Chuntao suddenly laughed and said, "Your grandson is here!"
Then a black shadow was thrown in from the other end of the corridor. It was the dead Zhang Dewu.
Zhang Sanfu was both sad and angry. Seeing his grandson's body about to fall to the ground, he quickly cast his magic spell and rushed forward to catch Zhang Dewu's body.
"Brother Zhang, be careful!" Yang Yuanning shouted.
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Sanfu groaned and looked strange while holding his grandson. Then the crowd screamed in fear. A sharp thorn pierced his back and blood instantly dyed his clothes red.
"Master!" Zhang Sanfu's two disciples rushed forward, but were stopped by Yang Yuanning, who asked them to step back.
He walked forward with a sullen face, dragged Zhang Sanfu from behind, and with his other hand grabbed the collar of Zhang Dewu's body and lifted him up.
Zhang Sanfu's chest was covered in blood, and no one knew what had happened to Zhang Dewu's body. As soon as someone touched it, a sharp spike would shoot out without warning.
Zhang Sanfu was considered an old hand, but when he saw his grandson's body being insulted, he was so shocked and angry that he was not careful and fell into the trap.
"What a vicious method!" Yang Yuanning snorted coldly, and with his fingers moving continuously, he had already sealed several meridians in Zhang Sanfu's wounds, temporarily stopping the blood from gushing out.
Zhang Sanfu's face turned pale, but luckily he was a famous Feng Shui master, and he avoided the heart at the critical moment, otherwise he would have been dead on the ground by now.
His two disciples rushed over to support him, but no one dared to touch Zhang Dewu's body.
"This pulse-cutting technique is quite cool!" Princess Chuntao giggled.
Yang Yuanning's face was as gloomy as water: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"
Chun Tao smiled and said, "I am just a poor woman who was bullied by your Young Master Yang and their Young Master Zhang. Alas, I died miserably. The water in the well was so cold that it froze me to death!"
"What a mysterious thing!" Yang Yuanning shouted.
Chun Tao suddenly glanced at Yang Xuan sinisterly, "Master Yang, you are also greedy for my body, it will be your turn next!"
Yang Xuan's face turned pale and he shouted, "What are you talking about? Grandpa, take her away quickly!"
I was speechless after listening to this. This young master surnamed Yang is really a grandfather's dote on his grandfather. He always mentions his grandfather about everything.
Chuntao sneered , "Is your grandfather so great? I'll make him kneel down and lick my toes later!"
When Yang Xuan heard this, he and several of his fellow disciples started cursing.
Yang Yuanning was also so angry that his face turned black, but after all, the old man is experienced and wily. Although this old man was extremely angry, he was still able to remain calm. He was worthy of being the number one in the Jiangcheng metaphysics world.
"Did you kill Dewu?" Yang Yuanning asked in a deep voice.
Chun Tao laughed and said, "Is there any need to ask? They coveted my body, but I refused, so they strangled me to death and threw me into the well. How can I not become a fierce ghost and come back to kill them for revenge?"