e things right with you."This evening I slept soundly, his embrace was so soft, I couldn't bear to be apart from him even an inch.This position was so embarrassing. I lay on my side, held in his arms,...Mr. Zhong watched as three incense sticks drifted towards him and quickly waved his hand to dodge aside: "Both of you, are these incense sticks for worship Do you want to burn a few more I'll have someone go buy a few hundred."

My brother glared at him: "Boss Zhong, if you're not going to tell us about your past karmic debts, then just shut up. We're looking for a place."

Boss Zhong nervously bit his lip and followed my brother cautiously.

I looked at Jiang Qiyun who was standing beside me. He was "floating" today, only my brother and I could see him.

He looked like he didn't care, so I couldn't help but ask, "You know where the problem is, right Why don't you just tell us directly"

He let out a light, mocking smile. “Don't you understand Some words, once spoken, become karmic obstacles. Even immortals have to go through tribulation.”

"You also have a tribulation" I didn't quite believe it. He had already lived for centuries, what kind of tribulation could he possibly face

He smiled meaningfully and said in a low voice, "Of course there is, you just don't know it yet."

I didn't have time to ask further, my brother called me from a distance, and I hurried towards him, clutching the compass. Just two steps out, my ears felt like they were being electrocuted, and suddenly I heard a cold voice "...Your Majesty..."

I was startled. What ghost is this

Looking back, besides Jiang Qiyun, no one or ghost appeared.

"What's wrong" Jiang Qiyun looked at me coldly.

"You... did you hear anything I seem to have heard a woman calling you Your Majesty..."

Jiang Qiyun narrowed her eyes slightly and leaned close to my ear, whispering, "Did you work too hard last night You seem a little dazed. If you're tired, go back and rest."

My face flushed red. This guy, what did I say to him, what did he say to me! It's really hard to communicate... I hurried to find my brother.

My brother had determined the general direction, and he was waiting for me to use a custom-made compass to pinpoint the exact bearing. I carefully leveled it out, and that tiny needle trembled, spinning in the opposite direction for a full circle before finally settling downwards.

What does this mean Could it be that the whole circle is just an underground area

"Xiao Qiao, what's wrong" My brother leaned over and glanced at her, whispering, "Could this place be a burial ground for the vengeful spirits too"

"I don't know, the scope is so large, let's take a walk around." This compass is an artifact from my mother's Shen family. It's more accurate at detecting negative energy than Mu family's red incense sticks. Jiang Qiyun has probably tampered with it several times while holding this compass.

I walked around in all four directions. When the needle moved, I had my brother stick a stick in the ground. Finally, we narrowed it down to an area about the size of a football field!

The formation was found in the center, it seems to be using the Yin Qi buried beneath it.

"Uncle Zhong, you get two machines here to dig. We should be able to find something," I said to Uncle Zhong. Uncle Zhong looked troubled. His foreman and the workers had all threatened to quit and leave. Now how could he possibly get anyone to work

Helpless, he could only increase the pay. He negotiated with the workers that for every item dug out, each person would receive 20,000 yuan. As expected, there were still people who valued money over their lives. A small team quickly started working.

As they dug deeper, they suddenly unearthed some blue bricks with mottled black markings. The workers started saying that it must be an ancient tomb—if so, they'd be rich!

Digging deeper, the bricks became more and more numerous, like unearthing the roof of an old house. With a rough and forceful swing, he dug down, and a sound like a collapse came from below, startling the workers by the pit and sending them all running up.

The foreman took a look with the high-powered spotlight, his face paled, and he stumbled up to say, "Down there... down there seems to be an abattoir..."

As expected, I wasn't too surprised. However, I didn't know what happened next. Suddenly, a chill emanated from the hole.

"Stop it! Halt work! Damn you, you bunch of turtles! Who the hell touched something! Get up here! All of you, get up here!" My brother roared at those below him in fury.

Here, a funnel-shaped pit had already been dug. Workers climbed out, shivering one by one: “Brother, is this… isn’t this the Underworld We dug up a stone tablet!”

Originally, these workers thought they had dug up an ancient tomb. They all disregarded orders and frantically dug, hoping to smuggle something out to sell. The national authorities were unaware of it.

The result just now dug through the roof, hooked in and pulled out a large pile of skulls and a small black stone tablet. The stone tablet read "Ghost Gate".

My brother's lips twitched, he turned his head to look at me, and I also felt a bit embarrassed. I had the actual person standing beside me, and I was able to dig out "the Ghost Gate". We all felt ashamed for the person who wrote this tombstone!

Jiang Qiyun let out a dismissive chuckle and didn't even bother to go up. If Ghost Gate was like this, Jiang Qiyun wouldn't have to worry so much about Huang Dao Village.

“This must be a makeshift execution ground. Writing an 'entrance to hell' here is meant to intimidate those imprisoned, and the instruments of torture are probably imitations of legendary hell.” I told my brother.

My brother nodded and said, "I'll go take a look."

My brother quickly took pictures of the following: In a big wok, there was a mess of bones, along with a cleaver and iron hooks. One of the hooks had a breastbone dangling from it. Beside the millstone, there was a pile of bones. The most outrageous thing was a huge stone mortar, inside which was a black, viscous substance that seemed to have a thin layer at the bottom.

A cauldron, iron hooks, cleavers, stone mills... This really does seem like a place of execution, or maybe even a replica of the underworld.

“This… is a tomb” Boss Zhong was terrified. There was such a large underground space here, luckily he hadn't developed it yet. If this collapsed, all the ghosts inside would run out, would there even be any living people left on his construction site!”

Jiang Qiyun bowed slightly and said in a low voice, “Delivering him from suffering isn't your job. Let him find a monk who specializes in this. We mainly need to focus on the formation problem.”

"Oh…" My brother and I wouldn't be able to exorcise them either. If it were just one or two ghosts, we could maybe take them away, but on this scale, a temple ceremony would be needed.

My older brother climbed up, brushing dust off his bronze talisman. Jiang Qiyun narrowed his eyes and looked at my brother, saying in a low voice, "This bronze talisman of yours is quite interesting…"

"My family only passes down the exorcism talismans to the eldest son and grandson, of course that's interesting." My brother proudly boasted without modesty.

I respectfully asked Jiang Qiyun, "How many people does it take to set up a practice field here I need to let Zhong Shu know."

"Bring whoever's looking for the Shen family." Jiang Qiyun didn't care about this question.

The Shen family, the Shen family, again the Shen family. I purse my lips unhappily. Jiang Qiyun really trusts the Shen family. Even the woman who served me before is entrusted to them.

I discussed this matter with Uncle Zhong and said that we are not skilled in performing rituals for the deceased, so we asked him to find someone from the Shen family to do it. Our main responsibility is the formation issue.

Like the bloody arm from last night and the female ghost bones in the root carving, such intelligent ghosts should have all come out of that formation.

And just now, that inexplicable "Your Majesty…" was I really hearing things

I looked at Jiang Qiyun's profile. If I heard it, he couldn't have missed it. Could it be that he was hiding something...

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