"Unexpectedly, your old family house should also be built on this kind of Feng Shui spot, because the profession of a corpse recovery diver involves traversing between the living and the dead. Choosing such a location for one’s Yang Mansion is most fitting," he said.
Yin ng was montarily at a loss for words, not expecting the path to be his own.
"Grand Master’s House is the sa, except it was renovated with a new house, so it’s not obvious. Run Sheng’s old ho is the house where Mr. Shan lives, which is easier to see.
These kinds of houses are generally built at the edges of primitive village clusters, with little to no neighbors nearby. If there are neighbors, it’s only on one side and not likely to be surrounded on all sides by them.
However, this is the typical choice for an ordinary corpse recovery diver. But this family..." Li Zhiyuan pointed to the temple in front of him, "being able to settle on a large-scale Water Burial site ans they’ve done quite well within our profession."
Jun Mountain had not been developed at the ti, and this temple had no fa. Upon closer inspection, even the general statue in the main hall was one of the four generals from the demon family, transported stealthily from another temple gate.
Nonetheless, they managed to get a ’protected status,’ hanging up a sign. Although funding and benefits were certainly ager, it was enough to use the aura of the king to protect the house."
The master and apprentice were nominally workers of this temple, but they rely changed outfits from the previous owner’s household attire.
This thod opened Li Zhiyuan’s eyes.
His own grandfather still needed to go to the police station to hang his sign, whereas these people had directly hung a public sign at ho.
"I don’t know what they were planning, but since the living are gathered tonight and the dead have arrived, the plan should be coming to fruition.
They had now closed the door to the Yang Mansion and opened wide the door to the Yin House.
If we go into the temple now, it won’t be like when we visited during the day; it really will be stepping into the Yin House.
In any case, be extra cautious once we enter. Anything eerie could happen inside."
Tan Wenbin clicked his tongue, saying, "Damn, sounds impressive. If developers choose such places to build houses in the future, wouldn’t hoowners be able to sneak an extra area for free?"
Yin ng couldn’t help but roll his eyes, saying, "Living in the Yang Mansion by day and sleeping in the Yin House by night, huh?"
Tan Wenbin: "Why not?"
Yin ng: "What developer would be so foolish?"
Tan Wenbin retorted, "Brother Liang said that in the future, with great economic developnt, real estate prices will definitely soar. If Yang Mansions beco a hot commodity, should Yin Houses remain cheap?
I saw in those TV dramas from Hong Kong, even graveyards are sold at high prices. It’s possible that, in the future, they will build condominiums near small cities adjacent to big cities, attracting big-city people to buy houses just to house an urn of ashes.
In such a neighborhood, where living people and ashes coexist, isn’t it just like Brother Xiao Yuan ntioned, living in harmony between the yin and the yang?"
Yin ng felt Tan Wenbin was talking nonsense, yet didn’t know how to refute him.
Tan Wenbin showed a smug expression on his face.
Li Zhiyuan said lightly, "A small city next to a big one, isn’t that exactly our Nantong?"
Tan Wenbin: "..."
Li Zhiyuan: "Alright, let’s head inside. The performance should have already started."
Yin ng was the first to crawl inside. As he landed, he frowned slightly, bent down to steady himself, then signaled that everything was fine.
Li Zhiyuan went in second, and upon landing, he clearly felt the soil was loose. As he stepped, water seeped out around the soles of his shoes.
After Tan Wenbin climbed in, he whispered, "Is the Yin House supposed to be this damp? And it’s foggy, too."
Just beyond a door, the temple was not only alarmingly humid but also filled with a mountain fog, hazy and indistinct, and only the silhouettes of those nearby could be seen.
Moreover, the fog seed disturbed, continuing to gather there, growing denser.
"Follow ."
Li Zhiyuan reached his right hand back to grip Tan Wenbin’s waist and his left hand forward to hold Yin ng’s waist.
Yin ng’s body tensed at the touch.
"Brother Xiao Yuan..."
Her waist was sensitive and ticklish.
Usually, Run Sheng would be paving the way, and when he wasn’t there, naturally, the more capable Yin ng led.
Li Zhiyuan had to change position, his fingertips grasping the waistband of Yin ng’s pants, knuckles resting against her back.
There was no choice; he needed to exert force to guide Yin ng’s direction.
They couldn’t hold hands because the two people leading and bringing up the rear always had to keep their hands free to respond to potential anomalies.
Proceeding gradually like this, they eventually walked out of the range of the dense fog. In front of them was a bulletin board containing ID photos and nas, the first row bearing two permanent workers and below, two temporary ones.
Mao Zhushan’s na was on the first row, beside an elder’s photo with the sa surna, Mao Chang’an.
Looking back, the dense fog vanished, and the three had not even walked ten ters from the temple entrance, but those ten ters felt as long as a hundred.
It seed that the grave robbers who excavated this Water Burial site back then were quite skilled, preserving the original layout of the Water Burial to a great extent, achieving such a good Yin House effect now.
The earlier ’Ghost Fog’ was a common anti-theft asure in Water Burials.
Yin ng secretly pinched her waist, feeling it was embarrassing and inappropriate to be ticklish in that situation.
Tan Wenbin chuckled quietly, "Haha, I think we could order custom uniforms in the future, with a waistband."
Though it was a jest, Yin ng uncharacteristically didn’t refute.
So places in the temple were lit, but the light was dim and grayish, casting a bluish glow.
"Follow the corridor inside, don’t go outside."
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