For those six behind the scenes, they couldn't allow themselves to arrange things so extensively, yet not manage to kill even one person.
The two incense sticks without results were their last limit to maintain dignity, so the purpose of the third incense stick became obvious.
Zhao Yi: "Need to find a medium, right? That night on the tidal flats, the Judge, Ghost General, and Ghost Warrior all descended in that form."
Li Zhiyuan glanced around: "Hmm, so you really picked a good spot."
Zhao Yi: "When Ah You carried me down just now, I didn't look specifically, but I felt it. The Feng Shui here is indeed good, there should be a grave."
Li Zhiyuan: "I observed from a high point before, with my feet as the center, within a radius of three miles, there are twelve graves, two of them high-tier."
A good spot is like a treasure, akin to the golden district in a city nowadays; everyone wants to squeeze in and set up their estates here.
