Chapter 1467: Doesnt Look Like a Ma.s.s Grave

Unexpectedly, so many bones were dug out. Even the old man hadnt antic.i.p.ated this.

There was no way to move these bones now. Furthermore, they were all mixed together, and it was impossible to tell which bone belonged to whom.

All sorts of insects were crawling out from the pitch-black eye sockets of the skulls, and a nauseating stench permeated the air. The old man hastily had everyone leave. He told them to cover their noses and not inhale the air.

Ning Shu also brought the group of children far away.

The old mans face paled and he couldnt help rubbing his forehead. After a while, he instructed the remaining people to fill the hole.

The house owner asked the old man, What should we do with these bones?

Leave them to make stew! The old man furrowed his brows. Bury them, of course.

The safest choice for you guys is to move away. Dont live here, said the old man. Choose a new place to build your house.

All the houses nearby should relocate. Look for me to check the feng shui of your new houses.

There were so many dead people under their feet. Just the thought of it was extremely horrifying. All the neighbors asked the old man to check the feng shui for them because they wanted to move.

Although this job had failed, since the old man advised them to move quickly and build their houses somewhere else, they would definitely seek him out to check the feng shui.

When the hole was filled up, the old man threw some glutinous rice on the soil and added another spell formation.

After finis.h.i.+ng these things, the old man started packing up his things. He had a worried expression on his face as he prepared to head back. Ning Shu followed the old man with the group of little turnip heads.

Ning Shu was deeply puzzled about the whole incident. She asked the old man, Master, it doesnt look like a ma.s.s grave.

There would be evil spirits and resentment gathering around a ma.s.s grave. Once a person was trapped in such a field, he would either go mad or die.

It could even be said to be a place where over a thousand hills, there were no birds in flight; on myriads paths, there was not one footprint in sight.

However, a few families lived around here, and they hadnt discovered any anomalies. There was basically no evil energy and resentment.

It was way too abnormal.

With so many people buried here, there must be some resentment gathering here. The old man frowned.

Ning Shu asked, Where did all the resentment and evil energy go, then? Could it be that it was absorbed by others?

Thats what Im worried about. The old man sighed. What kind of monstrosity would this ma.s.s of resentment and evil energy create?

Ning Shu instantly thought of the phantom king Feng Yin, who was capable of devouring souls.

Back at the Daoist temple, the old man changed out of his Daoist robe, looking concerned.

Ning Shu said, Master, do you want me to check the county records to find this ma.s.s graves origin?

Master, how long do you think this ma.s.s grave has been here? Ning Shu followed up with another question.

The old man stroked his beard. Based on the degree of bone erosion, it has probably been quite a long time.

Ning Shu frowned tightly. There was no such thing in the original storyline. At this time, Tao Qin had gone out to gain experience, and after leaving, she had never come back.

She never knew that there was such a grave.

Ning Shu deemed it necessary to check the county records. In that hole, there were not only human bones but also pieces of armors, as well as swords, spears, and arrows.

Most likely, an ancient army was buried there.

Thousands of years ago, in order to avenge the female lead, Feng Yin had ma.s.sacred many people in his fury before committing suicide.

Perhaps, those coffins also contained Feng Yins bones.

Ning Shus mind flashed with all kinds of thoughts. Although she had the intention to check the county records, there was no way to do so.

Ning Shu said to the old man, Master, lets check the county records.

Alright, Ill have to pull some strings. The old man stroked his beard and took Ning Shu to the county office. He used his connections and told the staff that he wanted to see the county records.

MTL Editor: Meraki

TLC: Kaho

#Merakis comments: Over a thousand hills, no birds in flight; On myriads paths, not one foot-print in sight. This is Frank C Yues English translation of Jiang Xue: The River in Snow. You can read the full verse here.