The boss is five and a half years old, and wealthy families are vying for his favor.

Chapter 197 The ancestral grave is missing

As soon as Jiang Lian turned his head, he noticed that his sister had a different look on her face.

"Wanwan, what's the matter?"

Jiang Wan looked away from the map, "Nothing..."

Maybe she was overthinking.

Jiang Wan paused and added: "I hope it won't rain."

Jiang Lian nodded, "I checked the weather forecast before setting off. It hasn't rained in the past few days."

After speaking, he looked at the sky and felt a little cloudy.

At this moment, a drop of water just landed on his upturned face, Jiang Lian was slightly surprised, and raised his hand to wipe it away.

Jiang Wan also felt the dampness. She couldn't help but feel depressed. It rained just as she said she hoped it wouldn't rain. Did her good luck run out in the last round?

"It's just light rain." Jiang Lian said, "How about finding a place to shelter from the rain?"

Jiang Lian and Lin Lu didn't pay attention to this little drizzle, and Jiang Lian was worried about Jiang Wan.

Lin Lu suddenly realized.

When Jiang Wan said this, she was ready to get to the point: "If this cemetery is the ancestral tomb of Jiyang Village, and their ancestral tombs have collapsed, will we still be allowed to go there to film the show?"

Later, he also thought that when he was assassinated by the Gu Wu, his sister probably found him in the same way.

After all, Jiang Lian and Lin Lu were from the army, so their physical strength and strength are undisputed. Jiang Wan has a petty greed, so it is no problem to keep up with them.

Jiang Wan continued: "It's not enough for a good cemetery to have the terrain of the mountains and the water as I just said. Take the word 'buried' apart, the top is grass, the middle is the dead, and the bottom '廾' is a cave. , This is the said cemetery, to be hugged front to back and left to right.”

Jiang Wan nodded calmly, "It's still unclear whether the rain will turn into a heavy rainstorm. Third brother, I think we should hurry up and arrive at Jiyang Village as soon as possible to check the situation first."

It was still drizzle now, but both Jiang Lian and Lin Lu put their hands on top of Jiang Wan's head to shield her.

They organized their equipment, abandoned tents and other heavy items, and started walking quickly.

[Were those by the river just now bones, and what happened?]

What should I do if I catch a cold after being exposed to rain?

"Wanwan, what do you think?" Jiang Lian knelt down in front of Jiang Wan.

[It's fine if you don't let me watch it, but why don't you let me listen? 】

"Feng Shui also shows that a broad hall is conducive to nurturing talents. Mingtang means that there must be a broad and flat place in front of the cemetery. This Jiyang Village is right in front of the cemetery."

But Jiang Lian was still surprised. He didn't expect his younger sister to say "Hurry up as soon as possible", but it turned out to be day and night.

The atmosphere froze, and the expressions of Jiang Lian and Lin Lu were more solemn than ever.

[We are so familiar, is there anything we can't listen to? 】

While other contestants were looking for mission cards and doing hidden missions on the road, Jiang Wan's team just kept their heads on the road, leaving the audience and the organizer in a daze.

"Those bones all have coffins and funerary objects, and there are a large number of them. They may be the ancestral graves of a certain village and tribe in the mountains."

[The flying instrument is equal to the monitoring of the competition, the players can't dodge the flying instrument without authorization]

Jiang Lian understood what she meant and said decisively: "Okay, let's set off immediately!"

He always felt that he had caught some inspiration, but he seemed not to have caught it, so he had to ask his sister to clarify his doubts.

So she felt a little more at ease.

Jiang Wan showed a tangled look, "Third brother, I'm not sure..."

Her finger on the map moved from the ancestral grave to Jiyang Village. "Once something happens, Jiyang Village will be the first to bear the brunt."

"Uncle Lin Lu, take the flying instrument away." Jiang Wan said.

After traveling for a day and a night, they originally planned to arrive at Jiyang Village on the third night, but arrived at noon the next day.

Jiang Lian took a deep breath and looked into Jiang Wan's eyes: "Wan Wan, since you have analyzed so much, do you have an idea?"

Jiang Lian frowned, staring at the place pointed by his sister's little finger, which was far away from them, but very close to the destination.

Jiang Wan explained unhurriedly: "It is said that the mountain is in charge of the people and the water is in charge of wealth. I looked at the map and found that this place is the only place where wind and energy are gathered. It is the best Fengshui of this generation and the most suitable place to be a ancestral grave."

Jiang Wan made her thoughts clear: "The ancestral graves have been washed away by the underground river, and the above-ground river circles Jiyang Village. If there is another heavy rain, it may cause flash floods, landslides, and mudslides."

But what they face next is how to weigh a speculation that they don't know whether it will become a reality, and the lives of hundreds of people in a village.

Both Jiang Lian and Lin Lu were stunned.

Lin Lu was already dizzy: "So? Fifth Miss, what does this have to do with whether we can avoid the rain or not?"

Isn’t this a big taboo in Feng Shui?

Jiang Wan reminded him: "Don't forget the earthquake."

Jiang Wan held the map under his arm, put his hands together in a cupping motion, and slightly bent his palms to simulate the shape of a cemetery.

[I just want to see Wanwan, show me Wanwan (twisted) (crawling)]

After Jiang Wan finished speaking, Jiang Lian turned to look at the river behind him. The surface of the river was rippling, but it had nothing to do with the rapidity and large volume of water.

But Lin Lu still couldn't help but want to struggle: "But Miss Fifth, why did they build the Zong's grave on the underground river?"

Lin Lu agreed without saying a word, climbed a tree and stuck the flying instrument between the branches, and aimed the camera at the distant mountains.

Jiang Wan came back to her senses, "Ah? Third brother, what did you say?"

What Jiang Wan said was by no means a trivial matter, but there was a voice in their hearts that agreed with what Jiang Wan said.

Jiang Lian and Lin Lu looked at each other, and Lin Lu said: "Maybe there is nothing we can do? After all, the selection competition cannot be suspended again and again."

Jiang Lian glanced at the map in her hand and said, "I asked if you should take shelter from the rain first. What are you thinking about?"

"Perhaps the underground river was far away from the ancestral graves a long time ago, but after years of plate squeezing and changes, the river course is very likely to change." Jiang Wan finally expressed her guess, and the pressure on her heart eased a little.

"It's not collapsed—maybe it's leaked. Before I left, I heard from the staff that there was a heavy rain the night before, and these bones may have been brought here by that rain. It’s not long. But from there to here, the distance is not short, and the flow of water must be turbulent and the volume of water is not small.”

Jiang Lian still has a cold feeling of not getting close to strangers, but the way he looks at Jiang Wan is gentle and calm, and Jiang Wan can feel his trust in him.

"It's okay, just say what you want."

Jiang Wan did not deny his guess, but Jiang Lian heard what his sister meant, "Wanwan, do you think the people in Jiyang Village didn't notice that their ancestral tombs collapsed?"

Then they all remembered that in Manggu Village, Jiang Wan had shown his ability to read Feng Shui when he was looking for directions for Fukui.

Avoiding the camera, the third brother and Lin Lu were both on their own. Jiang Wan pointed to the map with confidence and said: "Look here, there is a photo in front and a support in the back. There is water flowing through in front and a peak in the back. According to Feng Shui, this kind of terrain with mountains and water is the most suitable for a cemetery.”

The village is very quiet, backed by green mountains and surrounded by green water. There are small bridges, fields, and big white geese walking sideways without fear of strangers.

It's like a paradise.

Jiang Lian's legs were sore, but he was in good spirits. He asked his sister who was riding on Xiao Tan's back: "Wanwan, how do you feel?"

Jiang Wan lowered her voice: "To be honest, third brother, I don't feel good. The rain is going to rain hard."