"Perhaps he just sensed the fluctuations of spiritual energy from the bag, or perhaps he has some magical tool that can capture spiritual energy!"

Chi Powang fully agreed with Gu Qingcheng's inference.

"Well said!"

He expressed his appreciation and continued to guide, "What else?"

Gu Qingcheng acted annoyed as if saying, "There's more? I didn't even notice it."

Although this micro-expression was fleeting, Gu Qingcheng was sure that Chi Powang must have noticed it.

She began to release her spiritual sense, and based on that line of sight, she found the real owner—

A middle-aged man in his forties, not tall, thin, with ordinary facial features and very ordinary clothes.

Carrying a plastic bag of fertilizer with "Stanley" printed on it, he looked like many migrant workers.

"Huh? He has a yin energy!"

Gu Qingcheng discovered the abnormality of this man and carefully investigated his cultivation.

He really has no cultivation, he is just an ordinary person who maybe knows a little about Feng Shui.

Without any cultivation, but tainted with Yin Qi, he also set his sights on their "suitcases"——

"Grave robber!"

To put it more politely, it's called Mojin Xiaowei.

To put it bluntly, it means a country rat.

"Yes, he must be a tomb robber."

Chi Powang nodded with satisfaction.

"Even if such people don't have any cultivation skills, they still have skills passed down from their family or learned from somewhere."

"They have been living underground for years, frequently touching burial objects, and naturally have been contaminated by Yin energy."

As he saw more and more evil things, he developed a dog's nose.

That person definitely couldn't see through Chi Powang's concealment talisman, but he could "smell" a familiar scent, so naturally he set his sights on them...