r six dead dogs were crushed in its steel claws! The possessed souls scattered, bones and flesh raining down from the sky. It turned its head, aiming at the remaining dead dogs below, ready to pounce...This is probably the ugliest sight a corpse could be, rotten like this, the smell must be unimaginable.

“This man has probably been swallowed for over five days, and this old snake spirit has also been bloated to death.” My brother threw away the stick.

I surveyed the surrounding terrain and atmosphere. Despite it being nighttime, the oppressive darkness behind the mountains was palpable, even the wind carried a metallic tang of blood.

Next to us was a field overgrown with weeds, and in the distance there were some wooden houses.

"The yin energy here is too heavy, otherwise snakes, creatures of such evil qi, wouldn't crawl near human dwellings, especially one as old and powerful as this." I took out my compass, sure enough, the energy field here was chaotic, and the yin energy was very strong.

"Over there, past the mountains is Huangdao Village, isn't it So many people have died, the yang energy has been overwhelmed, and the feng shui of this entire area is completely ruined."

The government is also the same. If it wants to relocate villagers from Huangdao Village, then those around here should be relocated too.

If you look at a house individually, then being close to places with heavy yin energy, such as crematoriums, funeral homes, and graveyards, will make the house have heavy yin energy. If the doors and windows face these places, it's considered to be facing bad luck.

Snakes are cold-blooded, sinister and sexually promiscuous beasts. If a snake's nest is found around a house, it indicates that the house has too much sinister energy.

Although these houses weren't directly facing the graveyard, the entire village of Huangdao was deserted, becoming a chaotic burial ground. Even from afar, in terms of overall feng shui, it was considered an area of negative energy and evil spirits. Otherwise, where would this giant python, which was almost sentient, have come from

"We need to use this sword to dispel the evil spirit, right" My brother pulled out a sword from his backpack.

Holding the compass, its white needle pointed towards the small wooden house nestled between the fields. It trembled and dipped further downwards.

Again, it's a needle.

Burial ground where corpses are concealed.

Shall we go take a look

My brother gritted his teeth and said, "Go! Damn it, this place is so far away, and things are already starting to happen I've been to that hut. It's a resting point for the people in the circle. Let's go see if there are any bodies hidden there."

We turned off our flashlight and walked slowly, step by step, toward the little house.

As we neared the cabin, my brother grabbed my arm and whispered, "I think someone's inside..."

No way, someone is here It's normal to see ghosts in this kind of place, but to see a person... I think it's scarier than seeing a ghost.

Or maybe my older brother, with his rich social experience, learned a lot of tricks from running around with our father as a swindler. He pointed to the slightly ajar door of the wooden hut: “See that weight tied there with red string… it’s a ghost trap.”

"Whose method is this..."

"I don't know, let me ask." My brother pulled me aside and squatted down beside the ditch. He shouted into it: "Hun Tian Bai Yin, Eight Branches Pass By."

Immediately, a man's voice answered from inside: "Friends with the same surname, come in and sit down."

My brother grabbed my hand and said, "Come on, we're not afraid of anything, human or ghost! Let's go take a look!"

I was shocked. My brother actually knew these underworld slangs! What on earth did he learn from Dad!

My grandfather was a man who made his fortune in chaotic times, with his head held high. I wouldn't say he was a good person. I guess you could say that these "family traditions" have been passed down to me.

It's no wonder Old Madam Shen looked down on the Mu family when she mentioned them.

"What did you just say" I whispered.

My brother hastily explained: "Huntian Baiyin means it's snowing when it gets dark, and Bachi refers to people who walk the Qimen. It means: We are the ones who walk the Qimen, we met with darkness and snow, is it convenient for us to come in and sit"

I nod, impressive, impressive.

"So what did the other person say, and that's when you decided to go in"

"The other party said friends on the character of the puzzle, which means they also walk qimen. We are fellow travelers, let's go in and sit! I knew these slang terms since I was five!"

I stood speechless, staring at my brother. This guy was truly a cunning schemer. While he spent his days playing games and shirking responsibility, he had a natural talent for learning these things.

He walked to the door, and the other party had already removed the weight with the red string tied to it. I went inside and saw two men. Behind them were three long white bags, all sealed at the mouth.

A stifling atmosphere in the room.

I couldn't help but glance at those white bags several times. There was definitely a body inside each one.

There are two men in the room, one thin and the other short.

The dwarf glared at me, his eyes flitting to the white bag several times before he roared, "What are you looking at! A young lady shouldn't stick her nose where it doesn't belong!"

I was startled and quickly ducked down behind my older brother.

My brother stepped in front of me, smiling apologetically: “My little sister is timid and inexperienced. Please forgive her.”

Outside, a light snowfall had begun as if in response to the scene. Upon hearing my brother's words, the other person's expression softened slightly.

I'm too scared to speak up. My brother's completely gone dark, and I can't even say a word.

However, the conversation wasn't all slang. After listening for a while, I understood quite a bit of what they were saying.

The other party claimed to be a corpse collector, and recently discovered that the qi here was very heavy. When they came, every household had corpses. Some were bitten to death by snakes, while others lay in pools of blood. There were only a few households originally, and with everyone dead, no one reported it. Seeing so many free corpses, they quickly picked up three intact ones and wanted to rush back to refine them.

"Their legs are so long standing side by side, impressive. This place is clear of people, the wind's picking up, it’s best to head back early. (Your brother sure knows how to make a name for himself, impressive. But this place is deserted now, it’s dangerous, better go back to your own turf.)" My older brother was sitting there calmly on the ground, bragging to people.

I'm speechless and about to faint. Seeing my brother rolling up his sleeves to dig graves, haggling with people in the ghost market of Yin Mountain, and now sitting beside a corpse, spouting underworld slang and bragging… I can only say that what our ancestors said makes sense.

The offspring of a dragon are dragons, the offspring of a phoenix are phoenixes, and the offspring of a mouse will burrow.

The other party had a heavy accent, they must be from the corpse-raising lineage hidden deep in the mountains. They were also experts in dealing with corpses. My brother tried to ask: "Two honorable comrades, do you know what's called Corpse Immortal Dao Tell us so we can open our eyes."

Two grave robbers upon hearing this, quickly shook their heads and said: “We dare not walk the Corpse Immortal Road, the sin is too deep, we will surely be reduced to ashes and suffer eternal damnation.”

"Has anyone around you ever walked this path" My brother relentlessly pursued the question.

The two people shrugged and shook their heads, saying they didn't know.

My brother took out a must-have item for traveling the world - soft Chinese cigarettes, from his backpack and shared them with the two of them, lighting one for each.

I can't stand the smell of smoke, so my brother opened the small window just a little. Unexpectedly, a bird suddenly fell from the roof and fluttered its wings in panic before landing inside.

Those two grave robbers were startled and immediately cried out, "Someone's been robbed! Get out of here quickly!!"

We were all clueless, just watching the bird flapping around in the house. It bumped into a white cloth bag, and suddenly the bag jolted as if it had been electrocuted — happened to the men in this villageThe saying goes "every ten miles the wind changes, every hundred miles the customs change." I don't understand what the local customs are here, so I had better have...