Ye Yang shook the nearby Feng Shui with three consecutive sword blows, and pointed at the ground with the tip of his sword: "Xiao Chun, come here, bury the human skin first, and then stand on it."

Nie Xiaochun stood up in confusion: "Why do you want me to stand here?"

"You'll know in a minute!" Ye Yang took out three iron drills that looked like they had been dipped in blood from his backpack, and raised his hand to drill them into different directions.

Ye Yang didn't wait for Nie Xiaochun to move his position, and raised his sword to activate the Feng Shui array: "Three unique places, fierce ghosts are pressing down on you, three generations are restless, and three generations are not prosperous. Start the formation——"

The feng shui that Ye Yang broke cannot take effect for a long time, and it cannot reach the level that the three generations above the deceased will not be in peace and the family business of the three generations below will be depressed. What is really scary is the three iron drills that Ye Yang punched out.

Nie Xiaochun was immediately furious: "Ye Yang! Who is the ghost? I am the weapon spirit!"

"Props have no say!" After ignoring Nie Xiaochun's protest, Ye Yang suddenly appeared in front of Nie Xiaochun, with the tip of his nose almost touching his face.

Nie Xiaochun was so frightened that he screamed: "What are you going to do?"

Ye Yang reached down with one hand, and the sword in his hand penetrated into the soil along the gap between Nie Xiaochun's feet. The sword edge then turned outward: "A sharp sword hangs over the head, cutting off luck and life!"

Ye Yang's first Feng Shui attack was against the three generations of direct relatives of the owner of the human skin. His subsequent sword attack was against Sun Ting himself.

Later, I asked Ye Yang how he did it? He only told me that it was a secret method of Feng Shui. I always suspected that Ye Yang was not telling the truth.

Nie Xiaochun looked at the sword between his feet and was stunned: "Ye Yang, what should I do now?"

"Stand well!" Ye Yang pushed the sword hilt forward very considerately: "If you are tired from standing, you can rest while holding the sword, but you can't walk!"

"Ye Yang——" Nie Xiaochun was going crazy: "When did you become so wicked?"

"Learn from Li Po!" After Ye Yang said this, he found a clean place to sit down and began to close his eyes and meditate.

I suddenly sneezed hundreds of miles away: "It must be that cold dog Ye Yang who is talking bad about me!"

Qin Xin curled her lips: "Ye Yang always talks little!"

I was so angry that I said, "Ye Yang talks too little? You haven't seen him talk too much! Especially when his mouth has never spit out ivory..."

Halfway through my words, I noticed that Qin Xin looked at me with more and more contempt.

What's so good about Ye Yang's cold dog?

Do even female ghosts care about him?

When I was depressed, Zhao Yuezhu ran over with his cell phone: "Li Po, look quickly. My dad sent a message."

I took a look at my phone: "Qianhe Hall still has this kind of origin? Let's go!"

According to the information Zhao Ci gave me, decades ago, Qianhetang was not a place for tattoos, but a pharmacy. The shopkeeper of Qianhetang was not a simple tattoo master, but a bandit who stayed in the city.

Secret door.

If you want to find the hair on the mountain, you have to go to Qianhe Hall and ask the shopkeeper to have a picture tattooed on your back before you can go up the mountain.

As for whether he lives or dies after going up the mountain, it all depends on what the shopkeeper has tattooed on his back?

Outsiders can't see the mystery of the tattoo, but the big cabinet in the lock knows the meaning of the tattoo.

Some people were treated as VIPs after going up the mountain, and their tattoos were specially washed off when they came down. Some people were cut into pieces and thrown out to feed the wolves without even saying a word after going up the mountain.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the famous tattoo shop in the Northeast disappeared, and the big cabinet disappeared. The shopkeeper of Qianhe Tang also disappeared. It was not until recent years that Qianhe Tang reappeared in Wancheng as a tattoo shop.

The photo Zhao Yuezhu showed me was the certificate for entering Qianhe Hall back then.

When I arrived at the address given by Zhao Ci, the place had turned into a wasteland. How could there be any so-called Qianhe Hall?

Zhao Yuezhu looked at the weeds outside the car with a confused expression on his face: "My dad couldn't have mistaken the place, right? Where is the place for people to stay?"

"That's right!" I walked out of the car: "Look, isn't there a dilapidated house over there?"

Going forward from where I got off the car, there was only half of the gable wall left. From a distance, that half of the wall looked like a screen standing in the grass.

Zhao Yuezhu was about to move forward when I reached out to stop him and said, "Don't go there! There are many friends waiting for us in the grass!"

Zhao Yuezhu quickly took out a magic talisman and wiped it on his eyes twice: "Where is the person you are talking about?"

Qin Xin opened the blood umbrella and stood in front of Zhao Yuezhu: "Don't move, leave it to Li Po!"

After I took a few tentative steps, my toes were blocked by something. When I looked down, what I saw was a section of the coffin board protruding from the soil.

I stepped on the coffin board and walked forward three steps in a row, and raised my fist in the air: "Leaning on the green mountain with my back and looking at the sky, which hero stands in front? The green mountain does not block the heroic man, holding the head in his hand in exchange for drink money."

I use the incision that the Northeastern bandits say, which roughly means that I am also a person who travels in the world, and everyone is the same. You are a hero who dominates the mountain, but you can't solve the problem. I can help you smooth the matter.
Chapter completed!