Blind Cheng nodded, waved his hand and said, "Go up the mountain."

A group of people walked up the mountain.

Following the direction of the meridian needle, we first walked on a small road. After walking for a while, we turned a corner and walked into a forest.

Because this mountain is behind the cemetery, it is rarely visited on weekdays, so the trees grow wildly. The grass is half a person tall. I am short, and I can’t even show my head when I take a step forward. There are even more rubble under my feet, gravel, and tree roots exposed on the ground.

Various vertical and horizontal vines are intertwined, and you will be tripped if you are not careful.

We walked slowly and carefully.

As we went deeper, it became increasingly difficult to walk, and it was almost impossible to stay. I randomly picked up a piece of rattan, whipped it to clear the way in front, and several others followed closely behind.

This hellish place, let alone two five-year-old melons, even I would never dare to come in alone. How did they get here? Were they brought in by someone? That's not right. If someone comes, they will be trampled.

There should be traces of...

The more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong. Could it be that there is another ghost covering my eyes or some other trick? After all, the matter in Xiaolonghe is not over yet. There is a murderer who knows our every move very well, and has been staring at us eagerly from the dark...

Or maybe the blind man in front of us deliberately led us here for some ulterior purpose?

"Sir, are we going this way? There is no way... there is no way."

I waved the cane gingerly to open the way, and Carpenter Fan finally couldn't help but speak.

"You can't go wrong if you follow the compass guidance, but..." Cheng Xiazi was confident, and his voice was loud and he didn't sound like a person with any bad intentions.

"However, you two must be mentally prepared. The child...the child will definitely be gone."

I turned around and glanced at Carpenter Fan and his wife. Carpenter Fan’s head was lowered and the expression on his face could not be seen. His wife’s eyes were wandering and her face was blank. It was obvious that they had already thought of this.

We kept walking like this for almost two hours. Just when I thought we were on the right track again tonight, I suddenly felt that my eyes suddenly became brighter. I raised my head and took a flashlight to shine, only to find that we had walked out of the woods and arrived at a small hillock.

forward.

I took a long breath and finally came out, but where was this place?

I looked around carefully. We were on the mountainside. From this position, we could see the sparkling waves in the Xiaolong River. Looking up, we saw stars in the sky, a bright moon in the sky, and a gentle breeze in the evening. It was really a good place with a broad view.

Cheng Xiazi suddenly stood still and said: "We're here, it's within this range, you guys have to look for it."

After that, he found his way to a big tree and sat down, then called me over.

Carpenter Fan, his wife and the two brothers who followed them divided into four groups and searched in four directions.

This hilly area was not big, so after a while a few people came back one after another dejectedly, obviously not finding it.

"Sir, look..." Carpenter Fan was a little reluctant.

"It shouldn't be. It's clearly here, how could it not be there?" Cheng Xiazi frowned in disbelief.

At this moment, I suddenly felt something move in my hand. I looked down and saw that the meridian needle of the compass in my hand, which had previously only pointed to one place, was spinning like a windmill.

"What's going on?" I exclaimed, and then asked Cheng Xiazi again, "Grandpa Cheng, why does the Meridian Needle keep spinning?"

Cheng Xiazi was startled when he heard this, paused for a while, and said: "If it's not on the ground, then look underground and look carefully to see if there is any soil that has been disturbed in front of your eyes."

…

He was really impressed by what he said. After a while, Carpenter Fan's voice came, and we both hurried over.

There is a crooked-neck tree growing here. The soil on the ground is soft and there are traces of recent excavations.

Several other people also came over after hearing the sound, digging with all their hands and feet, and finally dug out two small corpses at a depth of more than one meter.

Baosheng and Xiaocui had their eyes closed tightly, their bodies were naked, they didn't wear a single piece of clothing, and their mouths, noses, and hair were full of dirt.

"Baosheng...Xiaocui...my child..." Carpenter Fan's wife jumped into the pit and frantically dug at the soil, holding the bodies of the two children tightly in her arms.

Carpenter Fan suddenly collapsed to the ground, opened his mouth, and cried silently.

I once fantasized that they might have fallen to death from the mountain or been bitten to death by wild beasts, but I never thought that they would be buried naked in the ground...

Looking at this scene, I felt unbearable sadness and tears fell unconsciously.

They were killed.

Fan Carpenter obviously thought of this, and stood up suddenly, shouting in the sky: "Who is it? What kind of grandson harmed my children! If you have the guts to attack me... If I find out, I will cut you into pieces."

…”

Looking at Fan Carpenter's distorted face, I suddenly thought of my mother. If it were me who died, would my mother be as crazy as him?

Then, I thought about Datou again. Although he has been dead for two years, I still don't believe that he would hang himself. Is there any connection between the two?

Blind Cheng didn't seem to care about finding the child's body. He kept listening, first here, then there, turning around several times, and sniffing hard again when he was done.

"I know, I know..." he suddenly shouted, as if he suddenly understood.

I was startled by his startled look and asked quickly: "What's wrong? What did you find? Grandpa Cheng."

"Changsheng, is that the Xiaolong River over there?" he asked me, pointing in the direction of the Xiaolong River.

"yes."

"Are these three sides mountains?" He moved his hand around again.

"yes."

"That's right. Have you noticed that your place is special?" He asked me again.

"Special?" I was stunned. Although I didn't know why he asked, I couldn't help but look around. "No, I don't feel anything special."

"How does that compare to the way we came here?" He still didn't give up.

When he asked this question, I really felt that something was different: "On the way here, there were weeds and thorns everywhere, and there were countless gravels and dirt, but there are no stones and thorns here. Although the grass grows quite vigorously, it is not very dense."

It’s thick and makes people feel very regular…”

Having said this, I feel very strange, on the same mountain, why is this place so different from other places?

"Haha, this is a real Feng Shui treasure land." Cheng Xiazi chuckled and told the reason.

The real Feng Shui treasure? I was shocked.

Crazy Niu often helps people read Feng Shui, and I am no stranger to this term. I once asked him, so many people are looking for Feng Shui treasures, where do so many Feng Shui treasures come from?

In fact, Feng Shui treasure land is just a customary name for a ghost house among the people. When choosing a place to look at Feng Shui, you actually want to see whether the place has evil spirits, whether it is a dead place, and whether it will be a bad hindrance to future generations.

The kind of treasure land that truly allows one's descendants to become dragons and phoenixes is very rare and can only be encountered but cannot be sought.

"Changsheng, you know that I am an old blind man. Although I am proficient in the Five Elements and Bagua, I only know how to read Feng Shui. The landforms here are exactly the same as the records in the books." I was about to ask again, but Blind Cheng said

Said it myself.

I turned on the flashlight and took pictures around, trying to see what this Feng Shui treasure looked like.

"Do you think this place looks like a crucian carp?"

At this moment, I had to wonder again whether this blind man was really as blind as he said.

Because the place where I was standing did indeed look like a fish tail from the topography, and the place where the bodies of Baosheng and Xiaocui were dug up was very similar to a fish head.
Chapter completed!