When the villagers heard him talk about Old Man Cui who died in the field at that time, they couldn't help but sigh.

Old man Cui usually speaks harshly, but he is not a bad person. The people living in the village are all old neighbors who understand his temper and don't usually bother with him.

There is only a small amount of land suitable for farming on the island, and almost every household's land is adjacent to each other.

That day, the villagers wanted to see if there was any way to deal with the fields that had obviously reduced their yields, as they did in the past. However, they did not expect to see a scene that almost scared them to death as soon as they arrived at the fields.

The rice fields full of green seedlings were covered in blood, with pieces of meat and human tissue scattered everywhere.

It was really minced meat. Some brave villagers came closer to take a look and saw that the meat had turned into minced meat, as if it had been crushed by something.

Even the hard bones in the body were not spared. I wonder what kind of thing committed the crime, which has the strength as great as a machine.

There were many pieces of blood-stained clothing on the ground. If they hadn't seen the relatively intact head, they wouldn't have known that the dead person was Old Man Cui.

Old man Cui's usually kind face was filled with fear, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. I wonder what kind of horrifying scene he saw before he died.

It was clearly a green wheat field, but such a strange scene happened, which made everyone who saw it feel creepy.

The police station also arrived at the time. After some investigation, they couldn't figure out what had happened. However, an experienced police officer said that it looked like the man had been strangled to death by a python or something like that.

But to be able to crush a person like this, the python must be at least as thick as a bucket.

But if there were such a thick python on the island, shouldn't they have known about it long ago? At least there shouldn't be no trace at all.

The villagers found it strange, but no one doubted the police's words because this was the only explanation for Old Man Cui's situation.

It is said that snakes are very vengeful. The villagers thought that maybe Old Man Cui had offended the snake at some point, and now the two sides have settled their grudges, so the matter should be over.

However, a few days later, someone died in the Wang family on the other side of the village.

This time it was Old Man Wang who died, and the way he died was the same as Old Man Cui, but this time the python didn't seem to want to scare anyone, and directly turned Old Man Wang into a pool of minced meat.

If his daughter-in-law had not recognized the watch on her father-in-law's hand, she probably would not have guessed the identity of the piece of minced meat.

The villagers were in a panic because of the death of Old Man Wang. Everyone was afraid that they would be the next to die. At first, they thought that Old Man Cui might have had an old grudge with the python, so he was killed by that thing, but later Old Man Wang was added to the list.

For no reason, it always makes people feel uneasy.

Unlike the scene where Old Man Cui died, there were indeed some scale-like things left at the place where Old Man Wang died. The things were light black in color and about the size of a palm. They were not what they imagined snake skin to look like.

The scales felt very hard. The old man once took a look at it and felt that they did not look like python scales at all. Instead, they looked a bit like dragon scales.

But how is that possible? There are no dragons in this world, at least no one has ever seen a dragon. All the news about the appearance of dragons are just legends.

What's more, in the old man's mind, dragons are auspicious and kind, so how could they do such a cruel and murderous thing?

The police station was unable to catch the murderer, so the case became an unsolved case. However, the police called a feng shui master, but he was unable to figure out the reason.

Since then, broken or intact scales have often been seen in the village, as if the culprit is becoming less and less shy about letting them know.

The fact that the other party is so confident only proves that even if all the villagers are put together, they can't do anything to that thing.

"Black scales, you say?"

Wei Mian suddenly spoke, interrupting the old man's fear-filled memories.

The old man nodded vigorously. The thing that killed two people in a row happened about a year ago. Although it had been relatively honest during the past year, it did occasionally leave some marks in the village, proving its existence.

So the old man still very much hopes that there can be a good Feng Shui master to remove that thing, otherwise he would feel scared when he saw black things in the village sometimes.

What if one day he gets unhappy and grinds me into pulp? Otherwise, I'll be worried every day and scared to death.

"Yes! Black scales, but not completely black. Some are grayish-white. Anyway, it's a very strange color."

Wei Mian seemed to be thinking about something. "Can you show it to me?"

"It's in the ancestral hall! Master, if you want to see it, I'll bring it back for you."

"Ancestral hall?"

The old man nodded. "Yes, it's the ancestral hall! Because they're worried that the creature will continue to harm people, the village chief decided to enshrine the scales in the ancestral hall to see if the python will show mercy after enjoying our offerings."

As it turned out, the thing really didn't come out to kill people again after they started worshipping it.

So every time scales were picked up in the village, the villagers would put them in the ancestral hall, and everything has been peaceful for a long time.

But being at peace does not mean that everything is really fine. With such a danger that may break out at any time, no one can really live on the island with peace of mind.

But for a python to grow so big, it must have developed intelligence. They are just ordinary people, how could they possibly defeat a monster.

So when he heard that the Feng Shui Master Competition was about to take place and he wanted to come and survey the terrain and select the examination location, the village chief put in a lot of effort. His goal was to hope that more capable Feng Shui Masters would come and help him solve this major problem.

"Masters, please help us find a way to deal with that thing. With so many of you here this time, you must have more solutions than ordinary people like us. As long as you can solve this problem, we are willing to pay you! Any amount is fine!"

Several old men with dark skin and wrinkles on their faces looked at them with pleading eyes. However, after the judges understood the whole story, their expressions did not look good.

Choosing this place yourself and being chosen by someone are two different feelings, even if this place is indeed suitable for the competition.

Chu Zheng didn't think too much about it. He said without hesitation, "Since we're here, let's go to the ancestral hall and take a look. I also want to know what the scales look like."

Only by looking at the scales can we tell what is causing trouble on this island.

When the few people heard this, they realized that it was indeed the case. They were already there, but the contestants had all gone up the mountain to have their acupuncture points pressed. It would be bad if there were no judges left in the village, so they finally decided that four people would go to the ancestral hall to watch, and the other four would stay in the village.

If there are things you want to go and things you don’t want to go, there’s no need to be embarrassed about splitting it in half.

It's easy to divide the work. Those who are only good at house feng shui and divination can stay behind, and the rest of the people will go to the ancestral hall that the old man mentioned.

Many people in Gangcheng come from coastal provinces or southern cities, and they attach great importance to ancestral halls. Even on small islands with few people living there are ancestral halls, which are cleaned and worshipped regularly.