Even though they were far apart, I still felt a little spooky. After all, there were hundreds of coffins, and the feng shui of this place was easy to produce rice dumplings. Who knew which one of so many coffins had rice dumplings inside?

"Mom, hurry up, remember to zoom in on the picture." Just as he was taking the picture, Hei San shouted from below again. This camera can zoom. The fat man quickly adjusted the focus and took a few more pictures.

"Hurry, hurry, that kid is back." Hei San shouted anxiously. Upon hearing this, Fatty and I quickly took a few more photos and jumped down. By this time, the young man had already arrived carrying bundles of vegetables.

"Young man." Hei San greeted the man warmly.

"What's wrong?" The young man looked at Hei San.

"I am a geologist and I know some Feng Shui. The location of the tombs in your village is not good for Feng Shui." Hei San pointed to the group of hanging coffins in the distance.

"I know, a fortune teller has said before that that place is not good for the dead, but this is the death rule set by our ancestors, and we can only bury them there." After saying that, the young man turned around and went to the kitchen to cook.

After eating at the young man's house, Heisan hurriedly took Fatty and I out of the village on the pretext of going back to get some instruments. As soon as we left the village entrance, a taxi was already waiting for us. It seemed that this was all arranged by Heisan in advance.

of.

It makes sense for the old man to let the third black man take care of us. I thought to myself.
Chapter completed!