I looked coldly at the tomb and said, "I want the secret of Yulou Village."

The other party said decisively, "Absolutely impossible. Ask for something else!"

"Fire!" I waved my hand at Old Liu Tou. The latter immediately put the torch to the fuse.

With a deafening roar, the ancient tree at the village entrance was snapped in two.

I reached out and took off the spirit talisman. "Another shot! Quick!"

Old Liu Tou nimbly began to clean the cannon bore, while tears streamed down his face. The ghost in the tomb shouted sharply, "Liu Bao, you are also from Yulou Village. You are related to everyone in the village. Are you trying to kill everyone in the village?"

Old Liu Tou turned a deaf ear and frantically loaded gunpowder into the cannon bore, tears streaming down his face.

The ghost in the tomb shouted sharply, "Liu Bao! Since you don't want to be human anymore, don't blame us for being rude. Everyone, come out and fight them!"

As the ghost roared, the peach wood stakes all over the mountains seemed to be struck. They trembled wildly on the tombs, and cries echoed across the hillside.

In an instant, I felt the ground beneath my feet tremble slightly. It was the result of the ghosts enduring great pain and frantically hitting the peach wood stakes, but the severe pain made the ghosts even more insane.

Several shrill ghost cries suddenly pierced the sky. The peach wood stakes nailed to the graves were also pushed to the ground by the green fire erupting from the tombs. Under the soil overturned by the stakes, only bursts of phosphorescent light appeared.

Before long, more than a dozen tombs emitted phosphorescent light one after another, and more than a dozen ghosts vanished into thin air.

I faced the tombs, crossed my arms, and sneered, "Did you think my peach wood stakes were so easy to pull out? You can let those few big ghosts who haven't moved try to see if they can knock down my peach wood stakes. Of course, you can try it yourself. Let's see if your cultivation is profound, or if my stakes are more effective."

As soon as I finished speaking, the roar of the cannon erupted beside me. The ancient tree guarding the entrance of the village was uprooted by two heavy blows.

White waves in the river leaped three feet high, irresistibly surging into the village entrance.

I simply stopped paying attention to the ghosts in the graveyard, took out binoculars from my backpack, and watched the scene of the village being flooded with rapt attention.

After the river water broke through the village's defense line, it did not sweep across the land as I had imagined, but meandered along the village paths in all directions.

After a while, my eyes fell on the yard of a farmer's house at the entrance of the village. The river water pouring into the village had blocked his gate, but not a single drop of water had entered the yard. The millstone blocking his gate was like a copper wall and iron barrier, guarding the gate as solid as a rock, no matter how violent the water flow on the road was, it was difficult to enter the gate even a little.

Shoushui Camp (Water Guard Camp) lives up to its name!

The art of a Shoushi (Taoist priest) guarding water is nothing more than the five key points of "zhen (suppress), yu (defend), xie (discharge), kun (trap), and zhan (exterminate)."

The Shoushui Camp of that year brought the word "yu" to the extreme. Every household prepared Yushui Stones (water repelling stones), so even if the village entrance was broken, the people in the yard would not easily be attacked by the river water.

Of course, the Yushui Stones of the Shoushui Camp cannot stop natural floods. Human power cannot resist the power of heaven. However, this kind of flood driven by water ghosts is difficult to overcome the defense line of the Shoushui Camp.

I put my hands behind my back and said, "Old Liu, what do you think would happen if I gave them a reminder and let the water ghosts lure people out of their houses?"

"You dare!" The ghost in the tomb shouted hoarsely, "You are risking hundreds of lives for your own selfish desires. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

I said calmly, "I don't believe that water ghosts would flood Yulou Village for no reason. You should know very well what the Shoushui Camp did back then. Today, the flooding of Yulou Village is just the karma left by your ancestors. When retribution comes, no one can stop it. As for being struck by lightning..."

I looked at the tomb with a half-smile. "It has to strike your little mounds first."

"You..." The ghost in the tomb wanted to refute, but couldn't find a reason to do so.

I continued, "I have to remind you of one thing. The current Yulou Village has internal spies and external water ghosts. Working together from the inside and the outside, even if your descendants have great abilities, they will not be able to survive this calamity."

"You're talking nonsense!" The ghost in the tomb roared, "Everyone in the village is of one mind. No one will betray the village."

"Is that so?" I said sarcastically, "Then let me ask you, who opened the waterway at the entrance of the village? Was it you old ghosts, or the people in the village?"

"This..." The person in the tomb couldn't answer.

I turned around and said, "The strongest defense in Yulou Village is nothing more than the seven ancient trees. When Old Liu was driven out by the villagers, they set fire to Old Liu's house, which I can still understand. But what about when they burned the Liu family's tree along with it?"

My voice sank. "Can you guarantee that there are no internal spies among those who set the fire?"

The person in the tomb didn't speak. I saw the grass on the tomb trembling slightly. That person must be shivering in the tomb.

What he was thinking about was much more than what I was.

I added another piece of fuel to the fire. "Just watch! There will be a good show soon! I bet you that someone in the village has already died, and they died at the hands of their own people."