The most plentiful things on Qishan, apart from trees, were graves.
People throughout the surrounding villages said the feng shui here was good. Whenever someone in any of the nearby villages died, their family would always build a grave here to claim a share of that feng shui.
Amid a cluster of graves, under the pale moonlight, a man and a woman were sweating profusely with anxiety.
Shovels in hand, they dug three shovelfuls of dirt from each grave to break its grave aura, examined it carefully, then shook their heads in disappointment.
"Not this one... not this one either..."
"Damn it, which grave belongs to that ghost?!"
The woman was Yang Yuetong, in her thirties and one of the Yang Family's middle-generation powerhouses. Beside her was an Unusual Person with a Black Market background. Both had just been following the same Martial Sect Disciple, dealing with the ghosts in the eastern part of the village.
Everything had been going smoothly at first.
Under the combined assault of a group of C-Class experts, household after household of ghosts had been easily killed.
But then a chorus of barking had suddenly erupted outside, and a bizarre Wedding Procession had emerged on the Loess Road.
Deathly pale lesser ghosts led the way, crowned sedan bearers hopped along, and paper figures played suonas and banged percussion instruments. It was quite lively.
A faint calling voice had rung out.
It was actually calling the name of an Unusual Person in their group.
It said the auspicious hour had arrived and asked that person to hurry outside and return with them to get married.
After a brief discussion, several Martial Sect Disciples had reached a judgment and led everyone straight into battle. Killing moves flew one after another, their combat power terrifying. In under ten