The sun was shining brightly at the renovation site of the ancient house, and a clay pot oozing blood was suddenly dug up. When the workers pried open the mouth of the jar, there was obviously no wind, but the surrounding trees suddenly stopped and the birds collectively fell silent. These details are more oppressive than directly writing the grimace. When Chen Mo rushed to the scene, he had to focus on describing his instantly pale face - the fear of a professional Feng Shui master was the most chilling.
