The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

The Jiang family went to the village with their mother-in-law, and the troublemakers followed in a large group.

Halfway there, a light drizzle began to fall.

The water gently pattered against the car window, forming glistening droplets that rolled down.

Luxury cars were parked outside the dilapidated village, at the narrow entrance.

Walking through the narrow path, one is greeted by a dilapidated and desolate village, with crooked streetlights, some with bulbs and some without.

The area was desolate, with even vegetation being scarce.

The houses are mostly single-story, with a few two or three stories, standing out in the village, but now they are all deserted.

The mother-in-law led them to a barren patch of land next to her house.

The drizzle continued to fall steadily.

"This is what my ancestors called the mass burial ground."

Suddenly, a chill seeped into my bones.

"It's too creepy here, shall we go back?"

"What's there to be afraid of in broad daylight?"

"It's already five o'clock. The sun sets early in winter."

"You believe what that old woman says? We can't leave. We have to make a big scene with the Jiang family no matter what."

The Jiang family is a well-known wealthy family in Jiangcheng, and their words carry a certain amount of attention. As long as we focus on the Jiang family's affairs and make a big fuss about it, there is still hope that they can get back the money they were cheated out of.

That was money they had saved up for half their lives.

No one else raised any further objections, and no one left; it was just that the bone-chilling cold made them shiver.

The cold wind swept through, sounding like a midnight wail, sending chills down one's spine.

What's even stranger is that the area outside the village is lush with trees, but once inside, it's desolate.

This piece of land, in particular, showed no signs of life except for obvious bulldozing marks.

There wasn't even a single live cockroach.

An inexplicable sense of oppression weighed on people's hearts.

Lin Jinhua hugged her son: "Qingge, why do I feel a little creepy?"

The rest of the Jiang family also unconsciously huddled together.

Watching the girl walk forward, Jiang Zhou took long strides to follow.

"Don't come any closer."

Song Qingge reached behind her to stop the man's actions.

He stopped, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes, which then disappeared.

With the compass in hand, the needle swung wildly, and as Song Qingge walked closer to the center of the land, the needle jumped more and more violently.

She walked into the center, then circled around it, and finally returned to the center.

After glancing at the compass, he knew what to expect and put it back into his tattered bag.

"Grandma, you said this is a mass burial ground? Do you know why it became a mass burial ground?"

The old man recalled carefully: "My mother told me when she was alive that Jiangcheng was an ancient capital, and most of the dynasties changed here. This area was also the base area when they conquered Jiangcheng."

Song Qingge looked toward the center of the land.

The yin energy gathered there was restless and eager to break through the soil.

It must have been suppressed in the past, but the developer disturbed the land and accidentally touched the objects used for suppression, causing the souls of the warriors who died here to be unable to rest in peace.

She said in a cold, quiet voice, "Mother-in-law, please prepare sea salt, rootless water, raw rice, and brewed wine for me, preferably locally brewed. Finally, please prepare some fruits for the sacrificial offerings."

"Okay." After taking two steps, the old woman remembered and asked, "What is 'rootless water'?"

"Just collect some rainwater."

Rootless water refers to water that has not yet touched the ground; it contains the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and can gather spiritual energy and ward off evil.

The mother-in-law went to prepare immediately.

The sky grew increasingly dark.

Some of the troublemakers who followed were apprehensive.

"How about we come another day? I feel like it's bad luck."

"This village is deserted; who knows what kind of filth might be lurking there."

Whoosh... A gust of cold wind swept past, hitting the two people who had just been talking.

A chill ran through my body.

"I'm not leaving. I want to see how that new daughter-in-law of the Jiang family tries to pull off her tricks. I'll expose her tomorrow, and then we'll have no worries about who pays attention to our affairs."

That money was for his child's tuition; he had finally saved up enough and had to get it back, otherwise his child wouldn't be able to go to school.

Someone chimed in, "I'm not leaving either. I'll take pictures of everything later as evidence."

"That's right."

"I'll stay too."

Whether they stayed willingly or were stubbornly holding on to gain leverage over the Jiang family, no one left at this moment.

The mother-in-law, carrying a tray, said, "It's all here," and handed it to Song Qingge.

Song Qingge put it aside and took out a piece of natural jade from the tattered cloth bag.

It was unadorned and used as a talisman.

She glanced at the sky twice, but didn't take any further steps.

A group of people waited there, but some were getting impatient.

"Hey, do you even know how to do this? Or are you just showing off?"

"I told you, she looks like she's only in her early twenties, while those monks are all old men in their fifties or sixties."

"How long are we going to have to wait? It'll be dark soon."

"Let's go, I'm going to expose this fraudster online!"

Jiang Yang crossed his arms and sneered, "Do you even know what this is called? You know nothing! What are you barking about? If you're going to be a coward and want to run away, just say so. We won't laugh at you. If you want to stay, shut up and wait quietly for my sister-in-law to cast her spell."

"Hey you!"

"Hey, we'll just wait and see! Who's afraid of who! Whoever leaves tonight is a coward!"

Others: Dude, don't drag us into this when you're setting a goal...

When it was completely dark and the streetlights came on at 7 PM, Song Qingge picked up the salt, scattered it on the ground in a circle around the field.

He took out four small flags from the tattered bag and stuck them in the four directions of "east, south, west, and north" centered on the circle.

With a cold and solemn expression: "Let salt be the boundary, dividing Yin and Yang. Let the flags be raised in all directions, to inform the world. The matter here will be settled today."

The surroundings were solemn, with only the whooshing sound of the cold wind passing by.

Suddenly, the sound of the wind stopped abruptly.

The air condenses and stops moving.

Everyone unconsciously held their breath.

The next moment, all the streetlights flashed simultaneously.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

The frequency then increases.

"Holy crap! I can't stand it anymore, whoever wants to stay can stay!"

After saying that, the man grabbed a few friends and ran away in a flash.

"Coward, I'm not afraid."

(Actually, my legs were shaking like a sieve...)

Some people clung tightly to others, feeling a chill down their backs but daring not to turn around.

He admitted defeat: "Maybe we should leave quickly, this woman is really something." He regretted it; losing money was nothing compared to the fact that he was about to lose his life.

He stared in despair in the direction the group had just left, then turned and ran.

Boom!

They bumped right into each other.

The people who had just left ran back, their faces ashen, their terrified, incoherent words echoing in the quiet air.

"Out, out... I can't get out, I'm trapped in a maze! Ah!"

This time, the troublemakers who had been holding back finally broke down.

They huddled together and howled.

Song Qingge frowned slightly, didn't turn her head, and reached out to throw an "isolation talisman" behind her.

A transparent wall separates the two areas.

People outside could clearly see them crying and wailing, but they couldn't hear them.

Even Jiang Yaozhen, who is usually a man of few words and a believer in science, couldn't help but tremble.

He stammered, "Xiao Zhou, are you... sure we can still get out?"