Burial Mound of Qin Liu

Seeing such a strange and inexplicable situation, Liu Haoyu pulled his phone from his pocket. After confirming his location, he said,

"We're on a hill east of Jiangquan City."

"Huh?"

Having just emerged from the tomb, Deng Xiaolin was somewhat nervous. She stayed behind Liu Haoyu and asked in confusion,

"East? I remember your house is to the west, isn't it?"

The haunted house was... a full sixty kilometers from here.

In other words, during the time the two of them had been exploring the first-floor corridor of the haunted house, they had teleported a full sixty kilometers?

What was going on?

This was the first time Liu Haoyu had encountered something so absurd. He checked the time repeatedly.

It was 12:13 a.m. He and Deng Xiaolin had left the bedroom at ten minutes past midnight.

After entering the pitch-black corridor on the first floor, they had chased for three minutes.

Yet when they could finally see clearly again, they had already arrived on a hill sixty kilometers away.

To figure out what had happened, Liu Haoyu took out the Black Book.

He found a blank spot and was just about to write down the question in his mind when the Black Book began displaying lines of bloody text first.

"This is a supernatural incident never recorded throughout history. The Fierce Ghost's power is beyond imagination."

"Even you now understand exactly what kind of terror you are facing."

"Do not try to take shortcuts. Following the existing clues and gradually uncovering the mystery of the haunted house is what you should be doing."

"Investigate the truth behind the deaths of one of the culprits, Zhu Xingxue's family of three, as soon as possible."

"Finally, a word of advice: the Fierce Ghost in the haunted house is by no means benevolent. Stay vigilant at all times."

"This transmission was precisely her warning to you for moving around inside the house."

Liu Haoyu furrowed his brow.

Had Qin Liu really caused this transmission?

Although that possibility was quite high, given how desperately she had wanted him to leave the house as soon as possible.

But the problem was... if she could really perform supernatural feats of this magnitude, why had she been hiding her abilities instead of using them?

"Brother Hao?" While Liu Haoyu was thinking, Deng Xiaolin asked timidly, "What should we do now? Go back to Jiangquan City?"

Under normal circumstances, returning to Jiangquan City would have been the best choice.

Liu Haoyu looked at the tomb behind him. It was a very, very old burial mound, with no name on it. It stood there all alone.

The weeds growing over it had even covered the entrance. If he had not just come out of that opening, he probably would never have known that it led into a tomb.

"Uh... Brother Hao, you're not thinking of going in to take a look, are you? I really don't think going inside will send us back to your house."

"Of course I know it won't send us back."

Liu Haoyu spoke thoughtfully.

"But I still think we should go in and take a look."

"Mm..."

Deng Xiaolin let out a mournful cry.

She had already been scared half to death by Qin Liu, and then, for no apparent reason, she had ended up in this desolate mountain graveyard.

Now Liu Haoyu even wanted to go inside and take a look.

With all those factors piling up, her curiosity and desire to explore the supernatural had long since vanished.

Deng Xiaolin was starting to miss home.

She even missed her grandfather, who was always wearing a stern expression.

Seeing the fear in Deng Xiaolin's eyes, Liu Haoyu said,

"Do you want me to send you back first?"

"No, no. Going back and forth would be too much trouble. Since you really want to go in, Brother Hao, then I... I'll go with you."

"All right."

Seeing how determined Deng Xiaolin was, Liu Haoyu said no more. He switched on his flashlight again and entered the passage through the tomb's entrance.

Unlike when they had come in, however, the flashlight's beam was able to illuminate the passage this time.

Earlier, no matter how he shone the flashlight, the passage had remained so dark that he could not see his own hand in front of him.

Now, at least, they could see the path.

"It doesn't seem... as scary as I imagined."

Perhaps human thoughts and instincts simply worked this way. When people traveled in groups, they generally did not feel as much fear.

Just as many horror movies liked to have their characters walk alone through terrifying and dangerous places to create frightening scenes.

When two or three people appeared together, that spine-chilling feeling would lessen considerably.

That was exactly how Deng Xiaolin felt now.

She began boldly observing the passage and whispered with some emotion,

"Is this really a burial mound? Why is the area beneath it so large?"

"No one knows. And it looks like no one has entered this passage in a very, very long time."

"Usually, no one would dare come into a place like this, right? What if some red-haired zombie suddenly popped out?"

Deng Xiaolin nervously watched the passage, but Liu Haoyu shook his head and said,

"There's no obvious resentment in the tomb, so the odds of encountering a ghost aren't high. Besides, you can see ghosts, can't you? What's there to be afraid of?"

"That's a completely different matter!"

Deng Xiaolin immediately retorted.

"Think about it. What if we encountered a lone coffin in a place like this? We approached it, and it slowly opened... Wouldn't that be terrifying?"

"Terrifying? Just nail it shut again."

Liu Haoyu shot back, leaving Deng Xiaolin speechless.

As they talked, they did not forget to observe the passage.

Liu Haoyu especially could not afford to miss even the slightest clue as someone who caught ghosts.

The inside of the passage was not decorated particularly lavishly, but judging from the pieces of pottery scattered across the floor, it was not hard to tell that the owner of this burial mound had belonged to a family of modest means while alive.

For some unknown reason, the owner had ended up with no remains at all, leaving behind only this burial mound.

Liu Haoyu picked up a shard of pottery from the ground. Looking at the traces of its age, he could not help sighing.

"If only all these ceramics had remained intact..."

"What? Brother Hao, are you thinking of robbing tombs to make a fortune?"

By now, Deng Xiaolin had enough energy left to joke around.

Liu Haoyu replied solemnly,

"How could that be? As a five-star model citizen, how could I do something like selling national cultural relics?"

"Heh~"

Deng Xiaolin looked as if she did not believe him at all.

While the two of them chatted, they finally reached the end of the passage.

A burial mound with such a long passage absolutely could not be ordinary.

Thus, Liu Haoyu pushed open the large doors slowly, his heart heavy.

Amid the choking clouds of dust, the two of them finally entered the burial chamber.

There was no coffin inside, nor any treasure.

There was only a solitary spirit tablet standing in the center of the room.

Although it was covered in dust and the characters for the birth date and the other inscriptions had blurred, Liu Haoyu still saw a line of writing in the very center.

"Burial Mound of Qin Liu."