Aside from the drop in water level, we also saw rows of large iron locks embedded along both sides of the reservoir.
These huge iron locks had been set into the embankments along the reservoir in a regular pattern, one after another, as if they were meant to lock down the banks here.
But from the looks of it, the Feng Shui here had most likely gone wrong.
The water level had fallen, and the iron locks had emerged.
The foul-smelling mud and fish bones scattered everywhere were all bad omens.
"Mao Jing, the Feng Shui here seems to have gone wrong?"
I spoke quietly.
Mao Jing nodded.
"From what we can see now, that does seem to be the case.
A drought dragon draws water. The drought dragon and the water should be right next to each other.
Only then can the drought dragon drink. But now that the reservoir's water level has dropped so sharply, the drought dragon has been separated from the water.
Unable to drink, the drought dragon releases earth baleful energy outward.
This stretch of foul mud, dead fish, and tiny shrimp before us was all caused by the influence of that earth baleful energy.
If this continues, trouble will likely arise here often."
We all agreed on that point.
No matter where it was, once a deadly baleful land took shape, ghostly disasters and demonic incidents would inevitably follow sooner or later.
As we studied the Feng Shui before us, Pan Ling and Tian Yong, who had been taking pictures behind us, caught up.
Seeing us staring ahead, they asked, "What are you looking at?"
When Pan Ling came over, Zhang Yuchen answered directly, "We're looking at Feng Shui!"
Tian Yong looked curious. "Feng Shui? What kind of Feng Shui does this place have?