Uncle San smiled and said, "I'm not trying to scare you. Since Zhao Duan can see abnormal situations, I'm borrowing his eyes to observe the surrounding situation."

"It's strange today. I haven't seen anything unusual since I left home ." Zhao Duan said.

Uncle San frowned and asked, "Have you already burned ghost money ?"

"I... don't have any, why should I burn paper money?" His smile was a little stiff.

Zhao Duan was the kind of person who absolutely couldn't lie. He was already losing his composure before he even said a lie. His uncle, however, was an expert in feng shui, so he could see clearly. He said, "If you really did burn paper money , it's no big deal, but you must tell me. Otherwise, if I burn it again, it might not do you any good."

Hearing Third Uncle say this, he was like a primary school student who had done something wrong . He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at us and whispered, "I really couldn't bear it. I wanted to send her away as soon as possible, so I burned 30 million ghost money that night."

Uncle San said, "I can't say you did anything wrong, but if there's anything else that requires your cooperation, please follow my advice. Otherwise, we might all be in trouble."

"Don't worry, I won't do anything wrong," he said.

Uncle San said nothing more. He walked to the wooden steps of the pavilion and pointed at the wooden beams and said, " The deceased was hanged here ."

"How do you know?" Chu Sen asked.

"You can see there are obvious marks on the wooden beam caused by the wear of a rope, which means the deceased committed suicide by hanging here ."

"Uncle San, what should we do next?" I said.

"Let's just stay here and do nothing." Uncle San wiped the dust off the wooden chair and sat down steadily.

We looked at each other, and Yang Yanan timidly said, "Master, I, my company has some things to deal with, and I can't wait here all day."

Uncle San smiled slightly and said, "Then you go first. If I need workers, I'll have to trouble you."

"No problem, just contact me when you need help." After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Zhao Duan spat fiercely at his back and said, "Coward."

"Don't say that. After all, he is a student who just graduated from school . How brave can he be?" Chu Sen said.

"He is the one who killed my sister. This kind of person has no conscience at all."

"Don't expect too much from him. He is just an ordinary young man. What else can you expect from him?" said the third uncle.

"Master, why do we have to stay here?" Zhao Duan asked as he entered the pavilion.

"The night is filled with yin energy. If there really is a problem, the night will definitely not be peaceful." Uncle San said.

"Ah, will we be in danger?" Zhao Duan asked subconsciously.

"Maybe there will be, are you afraid?" said Uncle San.

He hesitated for a long time and finally shook his head and said, "Everything is for my poor sister. Even if there is real danger, I have to stay here."

This was a rather humane statement, and it somewhat changed my impression of Zhao Duan.

So the four of us sat upright in the pavilion. In the end, we were thirsty and hungry, but Uncle San didn't agree with us going out to buy food. He said that in a place like this, no matter whether it is hot or cold food, we should not bring it in easily, otherwise it might be regarded as "tribute."

"Tribute" can only be eaten after a ritual is completed. Eating tribute rashly will cause trouble, so it is better to go hungry than to eat.

It wasn't a good day. Bored and hungry, I finally made it to night. After eight o'clock, Uncle San stood up and said, "Everyone, listen carefully, is there any strange noise?"

I listened carefully, but there was no other sound except the wind. Zhao Duan and Chu Sen were the same as me, and they didn't hear any strange sounds. Uncle San said, "There are no strange looks or sounds, which means Longmu Pavilion is not a dangerous place."

"Uncle, we can't rely on our ears to hear this, right?"

Uncle San laughed and said, "For me, this is the most direct method. I don't have the ability of your eldest brother."

"Uncle, don't be so modest." Chu Sen said with a smile.

"I'm not being modest. Earthworkers are not Taoist priests . Exorcising evil spirits and avoiding disasters is not our job. I won't brag to you youngsters about this. And don't expect to learn any skills from me. Earthworkers are only good at building graves . Anything beyond that is beyond our capabilities."

"Uncle, I'd be so lucky if I could learn your skills. I've never had any unrealistic thoughts. I just want to learn some real skills so that my life will be worthwhile. Otherwise, making a lot of money is no big deal."

"Well, you're a young man with great ambitions. I still say the same thing: don't worry. There will definitely be opportunities for you to learn real skills."

Chu Sen couldn't close his mouth and said, "Thank you, uncle. I will definitely inherit your legacy."

It can be seen that Third Uncle's impression of Chu Sen is getting better and better. Of course, it cannot be attributed to Chu Sen's flattery. As a bystander, I can fully feel his desire to learn real skills.

At this time, there was a "swish" sound in the dense woods. At first it seemed to be the sound of wind blowing through the woods, but we soon found that something was wrong. Although the pavilion was ventilated, I didn't feel a trace of wind on my body. The pavilion seemed to be wrapped in a layer of transparent walls, and the wind was blocked by these transparent walls.

Uncle San immediately stood up and looked around vigilantly, while the three of us "inexperienced outsiders" huddled together nervously to "keep each other warm."

In the dark night, even every swaying branch looked strange and unusual to us. Zhao Duan reacted the most among us and was trembling all over.

Third uncle patted him on the shoulder gently and said, "Don't worry, I have posted Yin-avoiding spells around the pavilion, so the Yin energy can't enter the pavilion." Before he finished speaking, his nose began to bleed, but Third uncle didn't seem to feel anything.

This made me even more nervous. Uncle San's nosebleed dripped onto his chest, but he continued to observe. Later, his face and forehead grew redder and redder, as if he had applied a layer of rouge. I felt I had to tell him, "Uncle San, you're bleeding from the nose."

Uncle San touched his nose and said, "It's normal. Once you apply the Yin-avoiding spell, the Yin energy in this small pavilion will be lost, and the Yang energy will be greatly increased. It would be strange if you don't have a nosebleed."

"Why didn't we get nosebleeds?" I asked.

"That's because your three ears are bleeding." We quickly reached out to touch our ears, and sure enough, they were wet and sticky. In the moonlight, we saw that our palms were covered in blood.

Looking at the other person's face again, he saw a "highland red". Uncle San said: "Don't panic, a short-term imbalance of yin and yang will not cause any harm to people. We can leave now."

"It's windy outside. Will it be dangerous if we go out?" Zhao Duan pointed at the dark woods with a fearful look on his face.

"Since I let you stay here, there will definitely be no danger." Uncle San walked to the pavilion and said, "Let's call it a day and go out for dinner." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and took off a talisman.

When the yellow talisman left the wooden pillar, a faint green flame suddenly lit up. Uncle San's left hand, which was holding the flame, instantly ignited a ball of green flame.

We were so scared that we couldn't even speak. We just stood there in shock, not knowing what to do.

Uncle San was decisive. Without hesitation, he slammed his arm, which was burning with green flames, against the wooden pillar. Green sparks flew everywhere, and the burning broken arm fell to the ground.

He had just violently broken half of his arm. Uncle San's face instantly turned pale with pain, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. He took a few steps back, holding the blood-spattered broken arm, and sat down in the middle of the pavilion. Then he raised the blood-spattered broken arm and said weakly, "Tie up the wound, quickly."

Chu Sen was a bit braver than the rest of us. He hurriedly untied his belt and tied it tightly around Uncle San's broken neck. He ignored the pain and said, "We must not let the blood flow outside the pavilion."

Only then did I realize that a stream of turbid mud had already gushed out of the muddy ground at the entrance of the pavilion. From time to time, bubbles emerged and burst from the mud, and a stream of blood was about to drip into the mud along the wooden steps.

I quickly took off my coat and rushed to the steps, using my clothes to cover the flowing blood. At this time, my head was facing the muddy water, and I smelled a foul odor in my nose. I felt dizzy, and my eyes went black as I fell into the mud.