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"Sister, is this mass grave post? Why are so many weird people dead?"

Xiao Qian asked with his tongue out.

Huo Wenhua shone his flashlight, his body chilling and his legs shaking.

"Brother, don't be afraid, Master Yang is here."

No body ghost comforted him.

Hearing his brother's consolation, Huo Wenhua calmed down a little, holding the peach card in his hand.

Yang Zimei looked around carefully, and saw a strong grievance in front of him forming a barrier, blocking the way forward.

If nothing else, this should be the Soul Soul Terrace.

The Soul Soul Terrace is not a feng shui formation, but an occasional formation.

In ancient times, any emperor built a mausoleum. After the completion, in order to prevent the mausoleum from being secretly leaked out of the stolen tomb, all artisans involved in the construction of the mausoleum will be executed or buried.

Those who were killed in the funeral have also accumulated strong resentment and remained in the tomb for thousands of years.

It is precisely because of this cohesive tomb that it forms a most powerful natural barrier. Anyone who wants to invade the tomb will be attacked by these grievances first.

In the Sui and Tang dynasties, some high-ranking people who found that they were oblivious to the truth discovered this powerful barrier principle, and they simply did not even repair the traps of the institutions. When the craftsmen repaired the tombs with great architectural difficulties, they killed them directly. , Or enclosed in it, and then put some arrays around, or build a canal to create a "distressed ground", or use some other method to strengthen the grievances of these innocent souls, in order to protect the grave, not only save Cost saves time.

Later generations named this unethical method Suzhutai.

Huo Wenhua has also heard the saying of Su Huntai.

He thought it was just a legend, far from him.

Unexpectedly, right in front of me.

Because his body is also entangled with anger, he can also see the barrier in front of which is entangled with many grudges, crying and wretched, miserable and sad, making him creepy.

"Yang ... Master, can we pass? Your iron tower is on it, and it cannot be used to drive away these wrongdoers!"

Huo Wenhua asked with a trembling voice.

"This is not a problem for me."

Yang Zimei replied indifferently.

Her level is no longer reachable by ordinary people or feng shui masters. Exorcising demons and demons can still be done.

It is a pity that the Soul Gathering Mirror is left in the ancient tomb in the western suburbs to shake the soul, and the small iron tower is on it, and the small bell is not used for the time being, so that Huo Wenhua will have no adverse reactions.

Can't use these plug-ins, only rely on their own strength to break!

"Mr. Huo Wendong, do you feel your body is here?"

Yang Zimei asked the bodyless ghost.

"I can't feel it, it should not be here."

The bodyless ghost shook his head. "But there is a sense, it may be inside."

"Ok."

Yang Zi nodded and took out a Qiankun bag dedicated to the ghost.

These ghosts died unjustly, and their resentment could not be eliminated, nor could they be reborn. Yang Zimei didn't want to use direct spells to blow them away.

She wants to put them back in the Qiankun bag, wait for them when they are free, and then slowly do something for them, help them to exceed, and let them enter the cycle.

"Sister, let me do it!"

Xiao Qian actively took her Qiankun bag, "I just remembered a Dafa collection method, try the effect!"

Yang Zimei was sweating, so he didn't stop it.

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