Feng Ruoxing was a person who strictly adhered to the tenets of a warlock.

I said in a deep voice, "I didn't say I wouldn't look for Old Qian, but we need to change our approach. Wait for me a moment…"

I squatted on the ground, searching all the way from outside the courtyard to inside the house, and then from inside the house back to the courtyard.

But I searched every corner inside and outside the courtyard, yet I couldn't find a single clue.

By this time, it was already dark, and a day had passed since our agreed-upon time, but I was trapped in this incomplete courtyard, unable to do anything about those two diviners.

Ye Yang walked to my side and handed me a cigarette, "Rest for a while! Since we can't find anyone, let's wait for the ghost as you originally planned. There will always be a way!"

"I'm just afraid it will be even more troublesome after we summon the ghost!" I said, lying on the ground in the courtyard with a cigarette in my mouth.

I have another habit, which is that whenever I encounter frustrating things, I like to lie down and think.

My head hurts, and I feel annoyed, but I always have to make myself feel a little more comfortable, right? So, whenever I can lie down, I will never sit and worry.

I had just put one hand under my head when I saw Ye Yang's face blocking my view. "Are you annoying me? Don't keep me from looking at the sky."

As soon as I said that, I was stunned myself.

I quickly pushed Ye Yang away and scrambled up to lie down on the left side of the door.

In the Northeast, there is a custom for temporary placement of the deceased, which is that the coffin cannot face the main door directly, so as not to let the dead be reluctant to leave and return to the house. Therefore, the coffin must be placed on one side of the door.

Counting from the door, if the deceased is male, the coffin is on the left side of the door, and if the deceased is female, the coffin is on the right side.

The place where I am lying now should be where Old Qian’s coffin was placed!

After I lay down, all I could see were the floating clouds in the sky, and nothing else!

I hesitated slightly, "Ye Yang, come here, stand beside me, and look at my face."

"You haven't changed!" Ye Yang said as he came up.

I said in a deep voice, "Feng Ruoxing, suppress Ye Yang's luck. It would be best to suppress his Yang energy as well."

If Er Shunzi, who wanted to steal something back then, was scared to death on the spot by the old man, it would mean that he saw more than just a corpse with its eyes open.

People can indeed be scared to death, but it's not that easy to be scared to death.

Er Shunzi died next to the coffin, which must have been from a great fright, so much so that he didn't even have time to shout before dying on the spot. A corpse sitting up with its eyes open would not achieve this effect.

As for the villagers' rumor that Er Shunzi was grabbed by the hand by a dead person, that's even more impossible.

If Er Shunzi's arm had been grabbed, he would have struggled, and it would have been impossible for there not to be a trace of a mark left on his arm. The forensic doctor who performed the autopsy would not have failed to notice this. The police did not continue to investigate, which means that there were no injuries on Er Shunzi's body.

Whether Er Shunzi's death is a clue left by Old Qian depends on what Ye Yang can see!

When Feng Ruoxing put the talisman on Ye Yang's head, a gray and defeated color floated on Ye Yang's face.

When a person's luck is low to a certain extent, a look of sorrow will inevitably appear on their face.

After Ye Yang's face turned gray, a layer of dark gray also floated in his eyes, looking as if his eyes had been blinded.

I was shocked and suddenly looked up, only to see that Feng Ruoxing, standing behind Ye Yang, had changed into a green dress at some point, and the hair that was originally tied behind her head had also fallen apart in that moment.

A few strands of hair hanging in front of her forehead were like they had been soaked in water, covering most of Feng Ruoxing's face with a cold and damp air.

From my perspective, I could just see the sneer on the corner of Feng Ruoxing's mouth.

Feng Ruoxing seemed to want me to see it on purpose, gently raised her left hand, and the silver needle pinched in her hand was pointing directly at Ye Yang's neck.

Was Ye Yang being controlled by Feng Ruoxing?

My first reaction was to get up, but Feng Ruoxing pressed her palm down at this time, she was telling me: if you move, Ye Yang will die!

The arm I was just exerting force on slowly lowered again.

But at this moment, Ye Yang pulled out his long sword, held the hilt with both hands and raised it over his head, the tip of the sword pointing directly at my brow.

The brow is where a person's third eye is located. Even ordinary people who have not cultivated will have an extremely sensitive spot on their brow. The feeling of being held at the forehead with a sword is actually more terrifying than a sharp weapon pressing against the throat!

Moreover, the third eye that warlocks cultivate is above the brow. The fear brought by a sharp weapon close to the body is enough to make people collapse.

The moment Ye Yang pointed the sword at my brow, cold sweat flowed down my head like water.

The tip of Ye Yang's sword began to move closer to my brow inch by inch. Every time the bright sword light flashed in front of my eyes, I couldn't help but blink along with the sword light.

Every time I opened my eyes, the blade moved closer to my brow by one point, and the stabbing pain that came from the air also increased by one point.

When the tip of the sword was still half a foot away from my brow, the sword energy that naturally flowed out of the blade cut open my skin, and as strings of blood flowed down my head, my hands clenched into fists several times in a row.

It wasn't that I couldn't block Ye Yang, but the result of my action would be the death of Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing on the spot.

The diviner's territory is full of traps, interlocking, I have seen it.