Feng Wei drove for more than an hour before he arrived.

He did choose a good place.

The water of the streams in the mountains is clear, the wooden bridges on the stream are shaking, and the bridge decks are covered with moss. It should be a while ago.

Near the stream, there is a huge mirror, and there are some things scattered around the mirror, which are left by the crew.

"The green mountains and clear waters, birds singing in the mountain streams, is a good place."

Yan Tao stood at the opposite side where the two peaks met, looking at the green forest from afar, and suddenly curled his lips and smiled.

"Master Yan also thinks this is a good place?" Feng Wei nodded, "This is a good place I asked after asking around."

"I mean, this is a good place to build a yin house. The Feng Shui location is excellent. Building a tomb here can protect the grandparents and grandchildren. Over time, purple air may be produced."

The boy smiled and Feng Wei stood beside the big mirror and looked at the beautiful scenery around him. He felt a hint of chill.

Yin, Yin house?

Isn't that a grave?

Saito Kazuya: "Brother Yan said, there is a grave in this piece?"

Yan Tao nodded with a smile.

Not only there, but many.

She squatted down, bent her fingers and knocked on the mirror, and suddenly she heard a crisp sound.

"Tsk tsk, you are really amazing. You asked you to get two of the mirrors, water, and the three major media outlets. It would be strange if you don't hit the ghost."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Feng Wei's face turned completely pale.

He kept moving around anxiously, looking at the situation, he was about to cry with a breakdown, "What should I do?"

"Master Yan, you have to help me!"

Yan Tao stood under the rustling sycamore tree with his hands behind his back, with a handsome figure.

She raised her chin slightly, her eyes fading away and indifferent.

"Director Feng, stand on that wooden bridge."

Feng Wei didn't know what Yan Tao wanted to do, but he thought the wooden bridge was built very strange when filming.

Generally, the purpose of building a bridge is to cross the river. The wooden bridge in front of you extends nearly ten meters into it after crossing the stream.

He followed Yan Tao's instructions to walk up the bridge, landed on the bridge's head, and the whole wooden bridge began to sway. He felt a very cold wind blowing. He shivered and retreated back to the shore in panic.

"This bridge can't pass by at all!"

Saito Kazuma saw that Feng Wei couldn't even stand steadily, and frowned. Yan Tao stood by the bridge with his fingertips pressed on the bridge head, "That's because this bridge was not for people to live in."

As the saying goes, people walk through the yang, ghosts walk through the yin.

The wooden bridge is built in the place where the Yin is gathered, and it was built by our predecessors to facilitate the passage of Yin and ghosts.

What?!

Saito and Feng Wei were shocked. Both of them were through the world, but they still couldn't help but feel shocked, "Does the ghost really exist?"

Yan Tao did not intend to be someone else's doubt-solving teacher. His delicate eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and he calmly stated the story. "You are filming at night, and there are water lights and mirrors as media. The ghost passing by is confused by the mirror and cannot find the right path. He mistakenly thought that the mirror was the right path. By chance, they bumped into the two of them. They couldn't bear it for a while and were unconscious."

Human beings belong to yang, ghosts belong to yin.

The yin and yang are confused, and the two people are confused and are taken away by passing ghosts.

It’s a trivial matter to be plagued by Yin Qi, just find a place in Yang Qi to dry for two days.

The key is to find their souls and spirits.
Chapter completed!