"Alright."
"Cut the nonsense."
"I've more or less figured out this grave, let's fish that book out first."
Jiang Qiang interrupted their conversation.
Although Liu Yuanyuan was "young," it was only relative to Yang Ling; she was actually an old monster herself, and her background and origins were quite astonishing. When the two of them left the River of History, they had an open and honest exchange.
Of course.
So-called open and honest.
It was mostly just Liu Yuanyuan exposing her own origins, letting Jiang Qiao roughly figure out her identity.
If not for this.
He wouldn't have thought of inviting her to explore Yellow Springs Road together.
Jiang Qiao gave a slight beckon.
The old grave, constantly seeping blood outward, instantly looked as though it had been sealed, experiencing a brief pause. It was originally completely stationary, yet somehow you could actually feel this pause.
Immediately following.
Starting from the top of the mound.
Just like a pair of chopsticks being shoved into a pile of flour, it began to continuously collapse inward.
The inward collapse caused the outer perimeter of the grave to swell in turn.
Finally.
With a soft bang, this grave that had made explorers treat it like a formidable enemy turned directly into a pile of slop.
And amidst the slop.
A set of Notes somewhat resembling an ancient text lay quietly in the middle.
"This is the thing."
Jiang Qiao picked up the Notes and flipped through them casually. The pages of the Notes were blackened, as though they had rolled a round through a coal pile. Every few pages there would be a portrait of a Vicious Ghost, with a brief introduction written beside it.
Because the paper surface was filthy.
Most of it was already difficult to see clearly.
Only a small