The day my ancestral antique store was on the verge of closing down, I dug out a cracked compass from the junk pile.
I wanted to sell scrap copper for money, but accidentally activated it in a haunted house list.
The hands swung wildly against the magnetic field, and black oil oozed from the mirror.
"The southeast sect is born, the evil energy is condensed, and there is no chance of death..." A strange ancient saying suddenly rang in his mind.
The next second, a bloody vortex swallowed me up.
The cold stone wall is full of twisted "Qing Sang Sutra", and the electronic sound announces: [Novice Copy: The Grudge of the Evil School]
There are nine figures hanging from the locust tree in the center of the playground, and the shadows are twisted to form the rules in words:
"Don't look up at the moon."
I squeezed the compass tightly and sneered: Use the bad Feng Shui situation to create unlimited flow?
——"Find the Kun position pressure stone and dig through it."
