Siheyuan, integrating everything, cultivating the city

But on the other hand, he couldn't help the curiosity and obsession in his heart. If he did nothing, he would always live in this superficial peace, never be able to solve the mystery, never be able to understand the truth. This state is like being in a fog, unable to see anything clearly, unable to touch anything.

He knew that he could not turn back, and a corner of his heart had already quietly chosen to continue.

"Uncle Xu," Li Xiangqian's tone gradually became firm, "I have decided to continue. Even if there is an abyss ahead, I will go on. I want to know what those symbols mean and where those ancient powers are hidden."

Xu Damao had no expression on his face when he heard this. He just looked at Li Xiangqian deeply. After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Well, since you have made up your mind, I will not persuade you anymore. You know I have always been good to you, but I still have to say that your decision now may make you lose everything."

Li Xiangqian did not respond, but just nodded. Facing Xu Damao's warning, he did not waver in his heart, but became more determined to go on. The mystery became stronger in his heart, as if it had begun to slowly devour all his rationality. He did not want to live in confusion for the rest of his life, and did not want to bury his whole life in this fog without answers. He had to find out the truth behind it, even if the price was huge.

Xu Damao looked at him and sighed deeply. "In that case, I won't say any more. However, there is one thing you must remember - this land is definitely not something you can control. The truth you want may be something you cannot bear."

Li Xiangqian did not answer. He stood up and gently patted the dust off his body. His eyes became empty and firm. Xu Damao's words were like a heavy alarm bell, striking the deepest fear in his heart, but the desire for the unknown could not be suppressed. He had to go on, even though the road ahead was full of unpredictable dangers.

After bidding farewell to Xu Damao, Li Xiangqian returned to his home. The sky gradually darkened, and the air was filled with the smell of moist soil. The yard was still quiet, and the air around seemed to be holding its breath waiting for something. Li Xiangqian stood in the yard, looking at the turned land, his mind filled with Xu Damao's words, but he had already quietly made a decision in his heart.

He knew that his life would be greatly changed because of this land. Perhaps he could never return to the simple life in the past, and perhaps there was no way back. But at this moment, he was powerless to turn back. He had only one question in his mind - what power could have hidden this land in layers of fog for so many years? What did those ancient symbols symbolize?

A breeze blew by, and Li Xiangqian subconsciously touched the soil on his hand, feeling a silent response from the earth. The feeling became stronger and stronger, as if something was waiting for him underground. Taking a deep breath, he decided to try again to see what was hidden under that special piece of land.

As night fell, Li Xiangqian walked through the dim light to the turned land. He suddenly remembered Xu Damao's words: "You will be drawn by this land, and you won't even know why you live." These words were like a shadow, shrouding his heart, and he stopped involuntarily.

Li Xiangqian waved the shovel in his hand. The doubts in his heart were like a thicker fog, surrounding him and making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Every time he dug hard, he seemed to hear a low echo from deep in the soil. This echo made him uneasy and made him feel an indescribable sense of oppression. Xu Damao's warning was like a shackle that bound him tightly. He knew that he had crossed a line of no return.

But at this moment, a voice repeatedly emerged in his mind - that voice came from his wife, Yang Xue. She has always been a touch of tenderness in his life, a safe haven where he can feel at ease. Her eyes and her voice always seem to allow him to find a moment of peace in a complex world. And now, he hopes to get some answers or comfort from her.

Li Xiangqian stopped what he was doing, turned away from the turned land, and walked into the house. The house was still familiarly warm, and the air was filled with the smell of cooking that he and Yang Xue often did. On the windowsill of the kitchen, Yang Xue was watering a pot of newly bought flowers, her hair casually tied into a ponytail, and she looked gentle and peaceful. She turned around and saw Li Xiangqian, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, and then she asked softly: "What's wrong? Why don't you continue working?"

Li Xiangqian did not answer immediately, but just stood at the door, staring at her. Yang Xue put down the kettle in her hand, walked to his side, reached out and touched his shoulder, and said softly: "What's wrong, you look a little strange today."

Li Xiangqian lowered his head, and the suppressed emotions in his heart seemed to be unsealed and surged up. He suddenly wanted to talk to his wife and let her know the confusion and fear in his heart. After all, he had been with her for so many years and they had experienced many ups and downs together. Her understanding and support had given him strength countless times.

"Xue, I... there are some things I don't understand." Li Xiangqian raised his head with a trace of confusion in his eyes. "When I was turning the soil in the yard, I found some strange things. Those things didn't look like stones, and they even vibrated to the touch. I went to ask Xu Damao, and he said that there had been sacrifices on this land before, and someone even tried to interfere with the power of this land."

Yang Xue was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Li Xiangqian to suddenly bring this up. Her expression became serious, but soon, she gently held Li Xiangqian's hand, "Xiangqian, Xu Damao's words may just be to scare you, right? You know he is the kind of person who tends to think too much. You have always been a rational person and should not be affected by those words."

Li Xiangqian felt a warmth coming from his wife's palm, but that warmth did not completely dispel the haze in his heart. He looked into Yang Xue's eyes, as if looking for some kind of comfort, but he felt that he had no way to speak.

"I know, but... those symbols really don't seem like something Xu Damao said casually. The sacrifices and unknown powers he talked about seem to be real." Li Xiangqian's voice gradually became lower and his brows were furrowed. "I am becoming more and more uncertain about what is buried in this land. Whenever I get close to those places, I feel inexplicably nervous, as if something is staring at me. I don't know what I should do."