The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Feng Wei drove for more than an hour to arrive.

He did pick a good place.

The creek in the mountain is crystal clear, the wooden bridge on the stream is rickety, and the bridge surface is covered with moss, which should be some years old.

Near the stream, there is also a huge mirror, and there are scattered things around the mirror, which are left by the crew.

"Green mountains and green waters, birds singing and mountain streams, it's a good place."

Standing where the two peaks meet, Yan Tao looked at the lush forest in the distance, and smiled suddenly.

"Master Yan also thinks this is a good place?" Feng Wei nodded straight, "This is a good place that I found out after asking around."

"I mean, this is a good place to build a yin house. The Fengshui location is excellent. If you build the tomb here, you can shelter your grandchildren and grandchildren. After a long time, maybe it will even produce purple air."

The young man's voice was smiling, Feng Wei stood beside the big mirror, looking at the beautiful scenery around him, he felt a bit of coolness.

Yin, Yin house?

Is that not the tomb?

Sai Tenghe: "Brother Yan is saying that there is a grave in this area?"

Yan Tao smiled and nodded.

Not only there are, but many.

She squatted down, bent her fingers and tapped on the mirror, and suddenly heard a crisp sound.

"Tsk tsk, you guys are really good. The mirror, the water, and two of the three major necromancers were brought here by you. It would be strange if you didn't hit a ghost."

As soon as these words came out, Feng Wei's face turned completely pale.

I couldn't help turning around anxiously, looking at that posture, I was about to cry emotionally, "Then what should I do?"

"Master Yan, you have to help me!"

Yan Tao stood with his hands behind his back under the rustling sycamore tree, with a handsome figure.

She raised her chin slightly, her eyes were distant and indifferent.

"Director Feng, you stand on that wooden bridge."

Feng Wei didn't know what Yan Tao wanted to do. He thought the wooden bridge was built very strangely when he was filming.

Generally, the purpose of building a bridge is to cross a river. The wooden bridge in front of me extends for nearly ten meters after crossing the creek.

He followed Yan Tao's instructions and walked onto the bridge. When his right foot landed on the head of the bridge, the whole wooden bridge began to creak and shake. He felt a very cold wind blowing by. He shivered from the cold and retreated back to the shore.

"There is no way to pass people on this bridge!"

Seeing that Feng Wei couldn't even stand still, Saitohe frowned, Yantao stood beside the bridge, and pressed his fingertips on the end of the bridge, "That's because this bridge was never meant for people to pass by."

As the saying goes, people go yang, ghosts go yin.

The wooden bridge is built in the place where Yin gathers, and it was built by the predecessors to make it convenient for passing ghosts.

What? !

Saitohe and Feng Wei were startled, both of them had experience in the world, but they couldn't help being shocked, "Do ghosts really exist?"

Yan Tao didn't intend to be someone else's teacher, with delicate eyebrows and eyes showing indifference, he calmly stated what happened, "You shoot at night, with water and mirrors as the medium, passers-by ghosts are confused by the mirror, and can't find the right way , mistakenly thought that the mirror was the right way, and bumped into those two people by accident, they couldn't bear it for a while, and fell into a coma."

People belong to Yang, and ghosts belong to Yin.

The yin and yang were confused, and the souls of the two were confused, and they were taken away by the ghosts passing by.

Being entangled in yin is a trivial matter, just find a place with yang to bask in the sun for two days.

The key is to find their souls.

It's hard work.