As soon as Zhang Yucheng caught his breath, he collapsed to the ground and began vomiting violently. What he spewed out was pitch-black fluid, gushing like a fountain. It lasted a long while before he finally stopped, panting heavily on the ground. His expensive suit was now completely soiled and filthy.
"Dad, are you alright?" Zhang Yunyao rushed over, full of concern.
It took Zhang Yucheng a while to gather himself. His eyes were still somewhat dazed as he muttered, "What just happened? My stomach hurts like hell, my head's spinning… it was unbearable."
"Why did you open that white box without my permission? If I hadn't intervened in time, you'd be dead by now," I said sternly.
Only then did Zhang Yucheng realize the severity of what had just happened. With a remorseful look, he said, "Young Master Wu, I truly apologize. I just wanted to see what was inside. Since you opened the previous ones and nothing happened, I thought it'd be the same. I didn't expect that black mist to come out."
"There were three talismans buried in your family's ancestral tomb. I told you already—the last one was the most important, and also the most dangerous. You don't know the first thing about these things, yet you dared open something so sinister. Did you not notice how I opened it? I didn't even touch it directly and kept my distance."
"I was wrong, I was wrong... Thank you for saving my life, Young Master Wu. So what now? Is it over since we dug everything up?" he asked anxiously.
"It's far from over," I replied gravely. "Whoever laid this array in your ancestral tomb wasn't just trying to ruin your family's feng shui. Their real goal… is to destroy your entire bloodline."
I wasn't exaggerating. This formation was vicious.
Feng shui can take lives just as it can save them. Sometimes a single brick at the grave's front or a blade of grass at the back can determine generations of fate. Let alone the fact that your tomb has been stuffed with such sinister objects.
Zhang Yucheng and his daughter both turned pale upon hearing this, unsure of what to do.
I walked over to the white wooden box he had just opened and looked inside.
This time, there wasn't an animal corpse inside—but rather, a palm-sized white object of unknown material.
The baleful energy had already dispersed from the box.
Using two wooden sticks like chopsticks, I carefully lifted the object out of the box and examined it closely, even giving it a sniff. My expression changed instantly as I drew a sharp breath.
Damn it. It was a piece of a human skull—fresh, too.
The skull was whole, likely less than a month old.
To sabotage Zhang Yucheng's family, the perpetrator had probably killed someone and placed the victim's skull here as the central piece of the formation.
If that's true, then whoever did this is utterly ruthless.
What's more, I could feel the intense resentment radiating from the skull—clearly, the person had died under grave injustice. Their spirit was full of hatred and unrest.
In our feng shui world, we call such a thing a "Grudge Bone."
It's the part of a violently killed person's body that retains the most resentment.
Using this to harm others is almost guaranteed to work.
I also noticed faint, etched runes on the skull—so finely carved they'd be invisible without close inspection.
This grudge bone, buried in the tomb, had absorbed all the yin and baleful energy from the ancestors interred here. So when the box was opened, the skull released its killing aura, nearly ending Zhang Yucheng's life.
Whoever did this had a twofold goal: first, to destroy the feng shui and fortune of the Zhang family; second, to eliminate anyone capable of undoing the array—like me. That black mist could've seriously injured or even killed any feng shui practitioner who dared open it.
Fortunately, I wasn't just winging it. I'd studied under my master, the Feng Shui King, for eight years. He taught me everything he knew and repeatedly warned me to be cautious when dealing with tomb formations. If I had acted recklessly, I could've been the one lying on the ground.
While I was still examining the skull, Zhang Yunyao came over with her father again. She looked at the white object curiously and asked, "Young Master Wu, what is that white thing?"
"It's a human skull. And a fresh one—whoever it belonged to died less than a month ago," I replied calmly.
The father and daughter shuddered. Zhang Yunyao even took a few steps back instinctively.
The skull of a dead person is terrifying enough to hear about, let alone see with your own eyes.
Although this was my first time encountering such a thing, my nerves were stronger than most—part of the job.
"First it was a cat corpse, then headless snakes, and now a human skull… what the hell is this person trying to do?" Zhang Yucheng asked, still shaken.
"It's very straightforward. Your family's feng shui site is called the Dragon-Tiger Sha Point. That mountain in front looks like a coiled dragon stretching several miles. There's true dragon energy here, which benefits your ancestral tomb. But the saboteur placed nine headless snake corpses in the red box. Snakes are considered small dragons. By cutting off their heads, the message is clear—they're severing your family's dragon veins.
"As for the cat—it stands in symbolically for the tiger. By gouging out its eyes, disemboweling it, and knocking out its teeth, they've ruined the Tiger aspect of the site as well. The formation is completely broken. It's unusable now.
"And this skull—this grudge bone—is drenched in resentment. In a place as yin-heavy as a graveyard, placing such a cursed object would make even your buried ancestors restless."
Zhang Yucheng nodded gravely. "So we'll have to relocate the tomb. I suppose we'll have to trouble you again, Young Master Wu, to help us find another feng shui site."
"Finding a new site is no problem. But relocating the tomb is tricky. This spot was originally chosen by a top-tier feng shui master. The Dragon-Tiger Sha Point is also known as a 'Corpse-Preserving Ground.' That means the bodies buried here don't decay—not even after hundreds of years. When unearthed, the corpses can look as fresh as the day they were buried."
"But now, thanks to whoever set this trap—especially because of that grudge bone—this place may no longer be stable. We might even be looking at a full-blown corpse transformation…"