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When they exhumed and carried out the coffin for reburial, several neighbors discovered that the pine trees beside it had withered. They immediately scattered and fled, not even wanting their wages.
However, several workers from other villages were quite bold. The rich man promised to give them the wages of the others as well.
The day after they finished the job, these men returned to their village and indeed fell seriously ill. Later, they invited an elder from the village to perform rituals for seven consecutive days and drank talisman water for over a month before narrowly escaping disaster.
Pine trees stretched endlessly along the mountainside, seemingly scattered and disorderly, yet actually arranged with meticulous order. I could tell that the pine forest in this graveyard had been planted according to the flow of the mountain's terrain.
However, as I continued looking, I noticed something wrong. Once I examined it more carefully and confirmed it, my scalp went numb.
The feng shui of a graveyard emphasized solemnity and dignity to suppress evil energy. Yet the pine trees here had been planted in direct defiance of that principle, as though they were gathering yin energy instead.
I knew it—the task that the pretty girl on Momo had asked me to complete definitely wasn't as simple as spending one night in the graveyard. This game itself was far from simple.
Now that I had determined how dangerous the feng shui here was, I couldn't exactly leave right away. I checked my watch. It was already two in the morning. Even if I went out, I wouldn't be able to find a taxi. It wasn't like I could walk dozens of kilometers home.
I thought to myself that the Martyrs' Cemetery was not far from here. Even if something unclean