"Sister, is this a chaos? Why did you die so many strange people?"
Xiao Qian vomited his tongue and asked.
Huo Wenhua's flashlight shot, scared his whole body, and his legs trembled.
"Brother, don't be afraid, Master Yang is here."
No body ghost comforts him.
Hearing his brother's comfort, Huo Wenhua calmed down slightly, and he kept holding the peach wood card with his hands.
Yang Zimei looked at the four weeks carefully, and saw a strong resentment in front to form a barrier to block the way to the front.
If there is no surprise, this should be the Soul Soul.
Soul Soul Terrace is not a feng shui array method, but occasionally formed.
In ancient times, any emperor built the mausoleum. After the repair, in order to prevent the tomb from leaking the grave robbery, all the craftsmen participating in the construction of the tomb would be executed or buried.
These people who have been buried injustice are also condensed with powerful resentment, and they have not disappeared in the tomb for thousands of years.
It is also because of this unsatisfactory tomb that happened to form a most powerful natural barrier. Anyone who wants to invade the tomb will first be attacked by these grievances.
In the Sui and Tang dynasties, some high -profile masters discovered the principle of this powerful barrier, and they simply did not even repair the organ traps. When those craftsmen were repaired, they killed them directly.
, Or close it in it, put some array on the surrounding cloth, or fix a canal that can be used to create a "殍,", or use some other methods to strengthen the grievances of these injustice.
The cost saves time.
And later generations named this kind of lack of virtue, named Su Shutai.
Huo Wenhua has also heard the saying of Soul Terrace.
He thought that that was just a legend, far away from him.
Unexpectedly, just in front of you.
Because he was also entangled in his body, he could also see the barrier entangled in front of him.
"Yang ... Master, can we pass? Your iron tower is on it, and it cannot be used to drive these injustice!"
Huo Wenhua's voice trembling.
"This is not a problem for me."
Yang Zimi answered indifferently.
Her level is not what ordinary people or general Feng Shui divisions can achieve.
Unfortunately, the Junshen mirror stays in the tomb of the western suburbs to shake the soul, and the small iron tower is on it, the small bell, the small bell, I don't want to use it for the time being, so as not to have any adverse reactions.
You can't use these plug -ins, you can only get rid of your own strength!
"Mr. Huo Wendong, do you feel your body here?"
Yang Zimei asked without a ghost.
"I can't feel it, it should not be here."
No body ghost shook his head, "but there is a kind of induction, it may be in it."
"Um."
Yang Zimei nodded and took out a Qiankun bag specifically used to pretend to be a ghost.
These ghosts died unjustly, and they could not be eliminated, and they could not be given up. Yang Zimei did not want to use spells directly to fight them.
She wants to put them back to the Qiankun bag, wait for the time, and then slowly do things for them, help them surpass them, and let them enter the reincarnation.
"Sister, let me come!"
Xiao Qian took her Qiankun bag actively, "I just remember a ghost **, try the effect!"