The hunchbacked old man covered dozens of meters in a single step, chasing after Liao Tieshan and Liao Qing as they vanished into the darkness at the far end of the Mass Grave.
The green flames still burned.
The entire slope was illuminated like a hell on earth.
Four shriveled corpses lay strewn across the ground, while the chest filled with Gold Bars remained open, the bars gleaming temptingly in the firelight.
Jiang Qiao silently leaped down from the top of the brick kiln and landed lightly within the Mass Grave.
He did not look at the Gold Bars.
Nor did he concern himself with the corpses.
Instead, he walked straight toward the small blue cloth sedan chair.
The sedan chair stood quietly there. The four Burly Men carrying it remained motionless, like wax figures, showing no reaction whatsoever to Jiang Qiao's approach.
After that old man left, these dead people stopped moving too.
Looks like they were all under his control.
Understanding dawned on him.
Jiang Qiao walked up to the sedan chair.
Without hesitation, he reached out and gripped the edge of its curtain.
Just as his hand touched the coarse blue cloth, a voice suddenly came from inside the sedan chair.
The voice was very soft, like a young woman sobbing quietly. It came in broken intervals, as though from far away, yet also as if it were right beside his ear.
The Ghost Bride?
Jiang Qiao paused, then yanked open the curtain.
However...
The sedan chair was empty.
There were no evil spirits, no corpses, and certainly no living or dead thing inside. There was only a neatly folded red wedding dress resting quietly on the cushion in the center of the compartment.
It's actually empty? Jiang Qiao frowned and looked at the wedding dress.
It