I am a living immortal.

"Move the stone away." Taoist Changkong ordered.

Old Master Mao thought about it and nodded, then he gave his servant a look and called four or five people from the martial arts world. They lifted the stone covering the well with force, and an extremely unpleasant stench burst out from the well, which scared the martial arts people back a few steps and made them cover their mouths and noses.

Taoist Changkong looked into the well nonchalantly.

A corpse in the water was rotten beyond recognition, and the bones could still be vaguely seen. According to Taoist Changkong's own judgment, it was only about a year old.

If you look closely, you can see long-black bloodstains on the wall of the well, which are enough to show the struggle of the person at the bottom of the well before death.

Taoist Changkong frowned. With such a death, even if he didn't become a ghost, he should still have resentment in his heart.

But everything is normal, this is the biggest abnormality.

Taoist Changkong asked Old Master Mao to take him to other burial places to have a look. The more he looked, the more frightened he became. The more he looked, the colder Taoist Changkong's tone became. The impact of the scenes he heard and saw was very different.

Now another group of people left, not because they had a change of heart or stopped making money, otherwise they would have left at the beginning.

But just looking at it makes them shudder. How ferocious must the evil ghosts be who are tortured like this? They dare not stay there any longer. They will not do this job where they can make money but have no life to spend.

Old Master Mao and a group of Mao family members looked at each other feeling guilty.

But he still gritted his teeth and took Taoist Changkong to continue watching.

They were all in some empty villas, and people would be buried wherever they died. Some of the really unlucky ones were thrown into the mass graves outside the city.

"You are so brave that you even buried this in the yard. You are really looking for death." Taoist Changkong cursed.

The Mao family pretended not to hear anything. They still had to rely on others. If they made them angry and drove them away because of a few words, they would be really finished.

When you finish watching the last one.

Taoist Changkong had no time to pay attention to the Mao family. His brows were furrowed, making the Mao family dare not breathe.

This was very wrong, extremely wrong. This was completely different from the evil spirits he had encountered before. Before, he could still find some clues based on the source, but now, he had looked at all the corpses that might have transformed into evil spirits, and without exception, there was nothing special about them, not even any resentment.

Could it be that these people were responsible? But how can we explain the state of death?

There must be something he overlooked, but he couldn't remember it.

As he was thinking.

Old Master Mao asked cautiously, "Master Changkong, is there any problem here?"

Changkong, pulled back to his thoughts, looked at Old Master Mao: "There is a big problem, and it is too strange. I haven't found out what the problem is yet."

"We can only wait until night to see it."

As he spoke, Taoist Changkong took out a dozen talismans from his sleeves and distributed them to everyone. If you find any abnormality in the talismans, don't panic, don't go anywhere, don't trust anyone and recite the following spells.

A pure heart is like water; pure water is the heart. A gentle breeze does not stir, nor does the waves…

As Taoist Changkong continued to chant, everyone felt a long-lost sense of tranquility, a tranquility that they had not felt in the past few days.

Their eyes also changed when they looked at Taoist Changkong. This was a truly capable person. What you hear is not as true as what you see. This made the group of people feel like they had grasped the only life-saving straw.

"Remember?"

The adults all nodded in agreement. This concerned their lives and property, so how could they not take it seriously? Even the uneducated ones tried their best to memorize the words. As for the younger ones, their faces turned pale. It was not known whether they were frightened by what they had seen before, or what, but they only remembered half of it.

Taoist Changkong repeated it again and then ignored the Mao family.

He asked a few wanderers to help him decorate the house a little bit so that he could be the first to feel anything that happened.

As the largest merchant family in Pingmo County, the Mao family's house must be very large, with many rooms. The courtyard includes rockery, ponds and corridors. It is luxurious yet elegant. They have to finish decorating it before dark.

This requires a lot of manpower.

He took out stone statues of dragons, tigers, lions and unicorns and placed them in four directions. He then took out a special red line to connect the stone statues together to circle out a square area. The Mao family's house was too big and it was unrealistic to arrange all of them, so he could only produce this second volume.

Then let everyone stay in the fenced yard tonight.

He then took out a bronze sword made of imperial money from the package behind him and hung it on the door leading to the place.

I held a compass in my hand, walked in the Gangbu steps, measured step by step, recited the formula, and sprinkled a handful of red beans at a specific location with my hands.

Taoist Changkong had some sweat on his forehead. He kept measuring good and bad luck and found that no matter how he measured or how he stepped, all directions were bad luck, as if the entire Mao family was an evil place, without exception.

This is the first time this has happened.

He could only arrange it in relative positions. The difference between a big disaster and a small disaster was just how much evil the Mao family had done.

Let out a small breath.

Then I saw several members of the Mao family offering tea and cakes to him in a fawning manner: "Thank you for your hard work, Master. Please enjoy some tea and cakes."

When Changkong saw such flattering faces and thought about what they had done, he no longer had a good expression. He snorted coldly and walked away without paying any attention to them, not giving them any face at all. He helped the Mao family to get rid of evil spirits, not because he thought they were right.

Even if the Mao family felt uncomfortable after being insulted, they would not show it on their faces. This was the basic requirement for survival in the mansion.

If you want to maintain a high position and don't fight or compete, you will only become a dry skeleton in the well. Eating people without leaving any bones is not just talk, everyone is a cunning person.

He handed the tea and cakes in his hand to the servant.

He touched the talisman stuck on his sleeve and watched Changkong leave.

The sky gradually darkened and the red lanterns were lit. Combined with the smoke that had not yet dissipated, it was very strange. A depressed mood once again enveloped everyone's heart.

When everyone finished dinner and was at a loss, Taoist Changkong told everyone that they could do whatever they wanted as long as they did not step out of the line circled by the red line.

When everyone heard this, their expressions relaxed.

With this sentence, the anxious heart was finally settled, although the family lived within the prescribed range.

"Then I'll go back first." A young man in his twenties stood up and left with his family.

The old man of the Mao family has a total of seven children, including two daughters and five sons. Two of the daughters have already married, and the oldest of the five sons is over 40 years old, and the youngest is the person who spoke.