The Island Nation had once gone by another name: Fusang!
Fu Tree referred to the Fusang Tree.
Putting together their earlier guesses about the Island Nation's Feng Shui Masters, Hua Jianming could not help recalling that saying.
It also fit the habits of the Island Nation's Feng Shui Masters. They liked to embellish their feng shui arts with symbols of their own country.
But Hua Jianming shared Chen Miao's doubts. Even if this was Feng Shui Arts, surely it could not keep activating itself from beginning to end?
If it could, just how meticulous would the planning have to be to anticipate every situation and prepare a contingency for every possible outcome?
Was that something a single Feng Shui Master could accomplish?
Before Hua Jianming could resolve his doubts, the situation changed again.
A fireball suddenly broke away from the canopy and dropped straight down.
As it fell, the fireball, slightly larger than a human head, kept expanding.
By the time it reached the ground, it had grown to two meters across and hovered half a meter above the earth.
Soon, the flames contracted inward.
A familiar, charred body appeared before them.
This time, however, it was a soul body!
The instant Hua Jianming saw that figure, a chill ran through his entire body.
There was no time to think about anything else. Only one thought remained in his mind:
"Run!"
With that shout, Hua Jianming took the lead, fleeing toward the edge of the estate.
If they did not flee, death was their only fate!
Regardless of whether this charred corpse possessed the same strength as the previous one, even if it was weaker, there were over a hundred fireballs on that tree!
Forget a hundred Fire Corpses. Even a hundred ordinary ghosts were more than they could handle.