Hair Standing on End

After hearing the man's account, Bai Yang was somewhat skeptical—not about whether the legend was true, but about whether the man really was a tomb raider.

So he asked to inspect the man's belongings. The man didn't dare resist and let Bai Yang search them.

The man had quite a lot of things on him, though they were all odds and ends: dozens of talismans, all cheap, useless trinkets; a bundle of incense, a censer, a bell, and something like the compass used back on Earth, except it had no Heavenly Stems or Earthly Branches, just symbols Bai Yang couldn't read. There were also some strings, an ink line reel...

All in all, there was a jumble of stuff. He looked pretty professional.

Tomb raiders in this world weren't like the ones back on Earth, who went to dig up graves with nothing but a battered shovel. Who knew if they'd run into thousand-year-old zombies or ten-thousand-year-old vengeful spirits?

Bai Yang knew nothing about this line of work, whether back on Earth or in this other world. To be safe, he sent his powerful mental force into the man's mind and hypnotized him, then questioned him. The answers were the same; the man wasn't lying.

In other words, he hadn't killed the villagers. He'd merely been passing through and happened upon the scene.

That only made the deaths of the village's ninety-three residents more baffling.

"Go on. This place is creepy as hell. Walk these roads at night for long enough, and you'll run into ghosts—especially someone in your line of work. If you don't want to die, stay away from this area."

After confirming the man's identity, Bai Yang spoke. He wasn't the type to kill innocent people. Sure, being a tomb raider wasn't exactly respectable, but what did