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Min Yan and Min Liangpeng locked eyes.

Eyes dull as those of a dead fish, accompanied by a pungent stench that assaulted the nostrils.

Min Yan let out a terrified shriek, inhaling the foul odor. "Village Chief, I was wrong! Village Chief!"

Upon seeing the confession, Ah Mao released his grip, and Min Yan slumped onto the coffin. Supporting himself with one hand in the pool of blood, he scrambled to his feet, frantically pushing away the coffin to vomit.

Tears and snot streaming down his face, Min Yan wailed, "Village Chief, I didn't want to. After Uncle Liang rejected me, I thought it was over. It's that damn Gong Jinzhi!"

He gnashed his teeth, pointing at Gong Jinzhi, who had collapsed into a kneeling position not far away.

"It was this serpent of a woman! She urged me to switch the graves in the middle of the night!"

A loud murmur rose among the villagers of Min's Village.

It really was Min Yan who had switched the graves!

Would you dig up the dead just for the sake of profit? How utterly immoral!

Gong Jinzhi retorted furiously, "You spineless coward! Whose benefit was I considering when I moved the grave? Wasn't it for your family? Could the good feng shui of this grave possibly bring any fortune to me?"

Years ago, Yang Xiuneng had already recognized that Min Liangpeng's grave had exceptional feng shui. At that time, Min Liangpeng was still alive.

The news spread throughout the small fishing village. With a tomb that could bring prosperity to future generations, who wouldn't envy such a grave?

Many villagers had attempted to buy it upon hearing the news, but unfortunately, Min Liangpeng stubbornly refused to sell it, no matter the price offered.

Similarly, he declined the same affection for his nephew, considering that apart from Min Yan, he had two sons of his own.

Human nature is inherently selfish.

If the tomb's feng shui truly was exceptional, Min Liangpeng couldn't bear to see his two sons lead unremarkable lives.

Min Liangpeng's refusal to sell the tomb weighed heavily on Gong Jinzhi's mind. She frequently visited the graveyard, and noticing that Min Yan's father's grave wasn't far from Min Liangpeng's, an idea took root in her thoughts.

Gong Jinzhi waited patiently, and finally, Min Liangpeng passed away. Two days after the burial, she and Min Yan hired two more men. Under the cover of a dark and windy night, they ascended the mountain with shovels and hoes, swapping the coffins in the dead of night.

Min Liangpeng was buried within the ancestral tomb of Min Yan.

Min Yan's father, on the other hand, was laid to rest in the auspicious Three Platforms Altar tomb.

Gong Jinzhi scrambled to her feet, using both hands and feet, and picked up the spade from the ground to chase after Min Yan, gritting her teeth in fury.

"You heartless wretch! I'll beat you to death today!"

Hiding behind a villager, Min Yan poked his head out, "It was you who wanted me to get rich! I warned you before, but you wouldn't listen. You insisted on digging up Uncle Liangpeng's grave. Now look at the mess you've caused! It's all your fault!"

"My fault! Ha! My fault!" Gong Jinzhi's nostrils flared with anger, "Moving the grave didn't do squat! Talking about prosperity, the convenience store business is still the same. Talking about promotion, you haven't become any higher-ranking official!"

Min Yan froze, then slapped his thigh hard.

Right!

After the grave was moved, their family's feng shui hadn't improved either. They hadn't benefited from the Ming family anyway, so it was perfect that the coffin was dug up now!

"Village Chief, yes, I admit it. At first, I was greedy. Everyone knows the situation at my home. Jinzhi and I have always been unable to have children. After burying this grave, our feng shui didn't change either. No wealth, no promotions."

"Look," Min Yan asked cautiously, "Shall we consider the matter settled if we return the grave?"

"Settled?"

Chu Yuening's fair face took on a faint coldness. "Four people from the Min family died, and no wealth or promotions came with it. What do you consider human lives to be?"

Min Yan despised Master Chu for her relentless persistence.

If not for her, the grave switch would never have been uncovered.

"What do you want? I didn't know it was an unlucky site at first! My father had been buried there for a year, and we didn't see anything untoward happen during that time."

Chu Yuening glanced at the grave's location. "Your father had the Seven Killings in his destiny chart, making him strong-willed. If you hadn't moved the grave, it might have brought misfortune, but it wouldn't have caused death. Who could have predicted you'd exhume the grave?"

Min Yan felt a pang of guilt, his eyes darting to his indignant siblings. He resorted to acting shamelessly. "Anyway, what's done is done. I'll pay three years' worth of grave rental fees! Two thousand should be enough, right?"

Min Xiaomin, with tear-filled eyes, spat, "Who cares about your stinking money?! I want my father and mother back!"

Min Xiaohui clenched his teeth, his red-eyed glare fixed on Min Yan and Gong Jinzhi. He wished he could flay the two villains alive.

His parents didn't have to die.

Nor did his brother and younger sibling!

Seeing that the two remained unrepentant, Village Chief Min shook his head and tapped his walking stick. "Ah Mao, get a few people to take them to the police station."

Tomb robbery was no small offense in Hong Kong.

Min Yan and Gong Jinzhi were terrified. "Old Village Chief, there's no need to go to the police station, right? We just moved the coffin; we didn't do anything else!"

"That's right! We said we're willing to pay! What more do you want?" Gong Jinzhi clung tightly onto Min Yan's arm, afraid of being imprisoned.

The two glanced at the foot of the mountain and tried to run, but were stopped by Ah Mao's men, who escorted them to the police station.

Yang Xiuneng looked at the Three Platforms Tomb, deep in thought. He muttered to himself, "It doesn't make sense. The Three Platforms Tomb is supposed to bring prosperity to its descendants. Why didn't Min Yan react?"

When he found out that Min Liangpeng's grave had been dug up, he knew that Min Yan had used him as a pawn. Knowing that he was in the wrong, Yang Xiuneng didn't dare say a word about the subsequent events.

Back then, it was he who had chosen the feng shui site for Min Liangpeng's tomb.

He walked around the tomb a few more times with the compass in hand and examined the excavated site, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

"There's no logical explanation. With the Three Platforms Burial, there should definitely be some change in the Min Yan family," came a detached remark.