He Xiyan bit her lip. Her long locks had been messed up by the wind. She clenched her hands tightly into fists and she seemed to have trouble breathing.
"What's happening?" she asked agitatedly. She would have never imagined that things would turn out this way.
As the Fengshui Master, Mr. Wang approached her, she grabbed his hands in agitation and looked at him in a mixture of confusion and worry.
"Mr. Wang, what should we do?" she asked anxiously. She was completely at a loss and didn't understand why her mother's body had not decomposed after twenty years.
Mr. Wang heaved a deep sigh. His calculations proved to be right and this place was not a suitable place of burial. Moreover, it was full of negative energy, so if the deceased were to be buried here, they would bring bad luck upon their living relatives.
