Zhao Yuezhu shook her head, "We always went during the day. How could there be any ghosts?"

"Then we'll go at night!" I slowed down the car, arriving at Bai-Hu Gou (White Tiger Gully) at dusk.

Bai-Hu Gou was just as Zhao Yuezhu had described. From a feng shui perspective, there was nothing particularly special about it.

Could the legend of a place of great misfortune really be just a rumor?

No, like Zhao Yuezhu said, if there wasn't something wrong with this place, there wouldn't be graves on both sides of Bai-Hu Gou, with no one buried in the middle.

I had considered asking Lao Liu to send me the exact location, but a hundred and twenty years had passed, and Bai-Hu Gou had been changed by time. At least, it didn't look much like a "gully" anymore.

As Zhao Yuezhu walked, she explained, "My professor said that if there really was a place of great misfortune, this position should be a feng shui death spot. Because..."

When I reached the spot Zhao Yuezhu was pointing at, I suddenly felt a prickling sensation on my back, as if someone was watching me from afar.

I lowered my voice, "Girl, what's behind me? Don't use your Yin-Yang Eyes to look."

Zhao Yuezhu tilted her head and looked around. "There's nothing there! Just...just a grave in the distance. But it's too far away from you."

When I turned around, I saw a solitary grave without a tombstone on a hillside about two hundred meters away. The grave, perched on the edge of the slope, had a somewhat condescending air.

"Let's go take a look!" As I walked towards the grave, Zhao Yuezhu trotted along behind me. "Li Po, aren't you scared? That grave...it looks like it's alive."

I had the same feeling. It was as if I wasn't facing a solitary grave, but a tiger crouching on the hillside. The closer I got, the stronger that feeling became.

When I stood face to face with the grave, I almost felt like I was staring into the eyes of a wild beast.

I put Zhao Yuezhu behind me. "Did you feel this way when you came last time?"

"No!" Zhao Yuezhu said with a trembling voice. "I didn't feel anything last time."

I lowered my gaze slightly. "You probably didn't see that grave last time. It's not a place to bury people."

Although the grave had a slightly condescending position overlooking the bottom of the mountain, there was a section of space beneath it that looked like a cliff.

It's common knowledge that you don't bury people on cliffs. Even people who don't understand feng shui wouldn't do that.

Moreover, I hadn't seen the situation below the grave clearly from a distance. Only when I got closer did I see this hidden cliff.

I took out a red paper umbrella from my backpack and threw it towards the grave. "Qin Xin, go take a look at the grave. Be careful."

Before the paper umbrella landed, it opened in mid-air, and Qin Xin's figure appeared silently beneath it, holding the blood-red umbrella as she walked towards the hillside.

I watched from afar as Qin Xin squatted on the surface of the grave and pressed her hand on the yellow soil. "There's a stone slab under the yellow soil, and there's a wooden stake here."

I transmitted my voice, "Pull out the wooden stake and retreat immediately."

As I gripped my blades, Qin Xin dug her fingers into the grave and, with a single palm strike, pulled a stake the size of an arm half a foot out of the grave. Several finger-thick cracks appeared on the entire grave.

"Stop!" I transmitted my voice in a low voice. "Qin Xin, use your palm to push the wooden stake out, then leave immediately."

Qin Xin rose and struck the grave three times with her palm. Each time her palm landed, the wooden stake was forced another foot out of the grave. After three strikes, most of the wooden stake was out of the ground, sticking diagonally out of the grave.

The yellow soil on the grave was completely shaken off, revealing the blue stone grave mound underneath. The four cracks, forced open by the wooden stake, looked like ghostly hands holding the grave and extending half a foot deeper.

"Five-foot Soul-Fixing Stake!" I drew my twin blades. "Move!"

Qin Xin suddenly struck the grave mound with her palm. Under the shock of Yin energy, the Soul-Fixing Stake flew backwards like an arrow. Qin Xin's body floated up like willow catkins. She tapped her foot on the Soul-Fixing Stake and flew three meters away along with the wooden stake. Suddenly, her foot sank, pressing the Five-Foot Soul-Fixing Stake into the ground, and she stood on the wooden stake, holding the paper umbrella with her hand.

Qin Xin didn't go far, she was just controlling the Soul-Fixing Stake, preparing for any eventuality.

At the same time, the solitary grave, without support, not only burst open in a matter of seconds, but the cracks on the grave mound also extended several feet underground.

I watched as the earth cliff broke in two from the middle of the grave mound, and half of the earth cliff fell to the ground with a roar. Rolling dust and smoke billowed into the sky, and waves of dark yellow soil surged towards me.

A tiger's roar suddenly rose amidst the howling wind and flying earth, as if a ferocious tiger was pouncing on me.

I held my twin blades level in front of me, the blades crossed, and slashed outwards. Two intersecting rays of cold light slashed through the wind and forcefully tore a gap in the oncoming storm of earth.

As the dust rolled up and down along both sides of the blade, the tiger's roar stopped abruptly. As the yellow soil fell around us like fine rain, Zhao Yuezhu was too frightened to speak.