"Let's go!" The monk hauled the Green-faced Ghost up and leaped through the breach. The courtyard wall was already right before them.
"Clang clang clang clang—" At the same time, alarm bells rang out from the other end of the compound. Every guard in the prison had been alerted and was rushing this way. In no more than a few dozen breaths, they would discover the two escapees. Tsi Qing could not help but frown. Even if they made it over the wall, so what? She could barely move, let alone run. And it was afternoon, with pedestrians filling the streets. There was no way they could slip from everyone's sight.
The monk was the first to climb onto the top of the wall. He then stretched out a hand. "Grab me, quickly!"
The moment Tsi Qing was pulled up onto the wall, she saw prison guards appear around the corner.
"Someone's escaping!"
"Quick, notify Lord Myriad-Edge!"
This won't do. Tsi Qing's heart sank.
The likely outcome was that both of them would suffer disaster!
She was about to tell the monk to leave first when she turned her head and froze—on the long street beneath the wall, a funeral procession was slowly making its way forward. The procession consisted of monks. The one at the front led the way while chanting some unknown incantation, while those on either side held high yellow funeral banners, scattering purified water and flower petals from time to time. At the center of the procession was a heavy coffin, being carried forward inch by inch.
Wait... Tsi Qing suddenly remembered that she had heard similar funeral sounds before.
There was nothing inherently strange about that. On Yama Island, funerals came in all manner of forms: traditional sky burials, where shamans summoned the souls of