Fang Gu stood at the edge of the bridge, his eyes flickering as his gaze rapidly swept across the ten bridge spans. A faint, imperceptible sneer curled at his lips.
This guy definitely knows which one is the living path!
Mo Fan's heart tightened, and he immediately understood.
As the village chief of Peril Village and a descendant of the Ancient King, Fang Gu's family must have preserved detailed records of the mausoleum. He had known the location of the living path all along, yet had kept it hidden.
Sure enough, Fang Gu did not step onto a bridge right away. He merely put on an act of hesitation and looked toward Fu Ye.
"Lord Fu Ye, this Nine Deaths One Life Bridge is unimaginably dangerous. How should we choose?"
His tone sounded respectful, but he was actually stalling for time, waiting for someone else to make the first choice.
Mo Fan instantly saw through his scheme.
What a despicable plan! He wants us to step onto the bridges first. If we choose a dead path, he'll seize the chance to take the living path and reap the benefits without lifting a finger!
At that thought, rage rose in Mo Fan's heart, and his gaze at Fang Gu filled with contempt.
Zhang Xiaohou realized it as well and gritted his teeth.
"Do you know which one is the living path? Are you deliberately keeping quiet because you want us to be your guinea pigs?"
Fang Gu's expression changed, and he hurriedly defended himself.
"How could I know? The ancient records only mention the dangers of the Nine Deaths One Life Bridge. They never say where the living path is!"
He sounded utterly righteous, yet his eyes instinctively avoided everyone's gazes.
Fu Ye gave him an indifferent glance, a trace of