737 Massacre

ely, this curse isn't severe. The one your father had last time was too powerful, leaving me still recovering...""Who would believe that I think you're living quite comfortably." I gave him a witherin...If you don't go in, are you just watching from outside Then how do you solve the problem

It was getting late, and Mr. Zhao urged me not to go in, suggesting we have dinner and rest first, and come back again tomorrow morning.

I'm not waiting around. I snuck over to that pit last night to see what was really going on. Why all the secrecy Why the talk of angry gods and superiors demanding expansion

"Some things only come out at night. Are you going to wait until daytime Come visit the factory during the day" I asked, frowning.

An old man stopped me and said, "I'm not trying to scare you, but it's really dangerous inside. Several workers died there before, the factory has shut down and everyone was laid off. Only a few brave young men take turns guarding at night to prevent theft. No one can go in until the anger of the gods subsides, or they will surely die!"

I looked at the factory building, the setting sun casting long shadows. A faint, eerie chill emanated from within, a feeling that might intensify as darkness fell and spread throughout the entire building and even the entire factory complex.

"It's alright, this is what we do for a living," I waved my hand at Lao Master Zhao. "You can wait here for a while, or go home and wait. Maybe I'll come out when the sun rises."

Following my Xiao Kun, Dao and Qian Dao whispered, "Master Head, are we going in too"

I shook my head and whispered, "You stay at the door and don't come in... Be clever, you have to watch out for both evil spirits and ordinary people."

Two disciples nodded, fastened their backpacks, and followed me to the factory gate.

In places where the business atmosphere is intense, it's common to find businesses that offer fortune-telling services. Business people seek wealth, and prosperity can be a double-edged sword, so they desire both wealth and peace.

Now many young people, let alone understanding feng shui, probably haven't even touched upon classical literature. Most of their historical knowledge comes from various adapted television dramas, treating those fictional accounts as history.

So when it comes to business and seeking wealth, they are also half-knowledgeable, just touching upon the fur of Feng Shui, perhaps added by architects as well.

This factory complex prioritizes practicality over aesthetics. There aren't many fancy designs; the workshops and office buildings form a circle, with warehouses making up the back half. The only opening for air is the large entrance gate.

The door's lock was broken, bound with an iron chain and fixed with a wooden wedge. The Taoist I brought loosened the chain and whispered, "So cold...the Yin Qi is growing stronger."

I turned back and saw that Mr. Lao wasn't coming near us at all; he was standing far away at the village entrance, watching us.

The sun set in the west, the last sliver of daylight disappeared, and the sky turned a pale indigo.

"Let's go, the time is just right. Those restless things are about to show themselves. Let's get rid of them quickly, then we can go check out the sinkhole." Jiang Qiyun urged me with a hand reaching for mine.

"Why are you in such a rush" I was pulled inside by him, and I felt goosebumps from the cold, but he didn't seem to notice at all.

Little Kun said in a low voice from behind, "Oh my, are we going to exorcise demons This feels more like a walk in the park!"

"Isn't this just a walk! Just keep quiet, we'll just stay here and watch..."

"More than half the villagers are women, 30% are elderly and children, and only 20% are young men. The energy field of this place is inherently unstable." Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly and said, "Places like this usually don't have good things happen."

"...How do you say that"

He said rather unhappily, "Humanity is so foolish. I've seen countless war-torn eras and impoverished, remote villages where the preference for sons over daughters has led to an imbalance of yin and yang, bringing misfortune upon those areas. Populations dwindle and eventually vanish into the annals of time."

“The women here guard the family fortune while their husbands are away for years. These women also avoid gossip and dare not talk or interact with strangers. Over time, this inevitably breeds resentment in their hearts. At best, it leads to domestic discord, and at worst, to the ruin of families and individuals...and these people...”

He furrowed his brow deeply and said, "The local customs are corrupt, with money being the ultimate value. They are obsessed with comparison and greed is rampant. Women are either fiery, unrestrained, or insincere, with duplicitous and unpredictable personalities. Men are cunning, crude, indifferent, greedy, and fearful of death... Hmph, if they don't use their wealth for good deeds and accumulate virtue, how can they expect a good ending"

My heavens... The Emperor's words are so terrifying. If he were to criticize someone in their personal biography, that person, or rather that ghost, would probably be scrubbing floors for eight lifetimes in the twenty-four hells of the underworld.

Jian Qiyun said that when speaking ill of others, he would never use a single vulgar word.

But the words that came out of his mouth felt like needles, piercing and sharp. I always got the feeling that he looked down on people and things he spoke about, truly believing they were beneath him and deserved to die and be reborn.

"My house... that one, well, he's also a small businessman, you know..." I whispered as a reminder. When we needed money for my dad's medicine, even me and my brother's eyes lit up at the mention of five million.

"That's different. From Mu Jiā to Mu Yīkē, although they faced many hindrances in the chaotic world, Mu Yīkē never went astray on the 'Great Dao.' This is something many people can't achieve... Hmm"

He suddenly stopped, and I immediately came to a halt, following his gaze.

There's an office building in front of me, and it's hilarious! They built a "grand" eight-character staircase straight to the second floor at the entrance.

This way, one office on the first floor had its lighting blocked by the staircase.

Just now...something seemed to "shrink" into the shadows. It was still not completely dark, a prime time for a "horror half-day trip."

I even raised my hand and pinched a seal, just waiting to see what kind of accident would happen and immediately reciting the incantation.

His eyes were serious, so I stepped aside and peered down at the shadowy part under the stairs.

It is a big rat.

The scoundrels were huddled in the shadows, a mass of them, their tiny eyes fixed on me.

I have a newfound respect for rats. These creatures, who dwell in the shadows year-round, are particularly sensitive to negative energy. Moreover, those that have lived long enough become incredibly cunning and shrewd.

Nocturnal animals perhaps are more sensitive to yin and yang than ordinary people. The air here is growing increasingly cold and oppressive, and my nerves are on edge.

"It's just a mouse, let's go—"

Before I could finish my sentence, a sound of "dong dong...dong...dong..." echoed from upstairs. It sounded like a ball rolling on the floor, and it almost scared me out of my wits.

Ghosts just love pulling these bizarre stunts!

"Shh..." Jiang Qiyun raised a slender finger to his lips, signaling me to be silent.

As the light dimmed, almost in an instant, the air grew heavy with a chilling stillness. Even before I entered the building, I could feel a palpable sense of malice permeating the atmosphere, pricking at every pore.

“Here comes another visitor... Welcome... welcome...” a soft female voice came from the front door.

A sheet of white mist appeared in the glass door on the second floor, and a pale, swollen woman’s face materialized in it.

It looked like a huge tumor.

"Why are you here, causing trouble" I asked in a low voice.

A strange smile appeared on the woman's face. She didn't open her eyes, perhaps because her face was too swollen.

"Because... someone let us out... hee hee hee..." She laughed and backed away, drifting upwards through the glass door.ig brother, who went out to make a living, is back... He's back... But I'm weak, I can't drag him..."Zhou Laoyao leaned back against the coffin, facing the moon, as if he had fallen asleep.We can't st...