"Time is tight. I'll worry about the Shanyin Art later."
Zhao Han immediately gathered his things and stuffed all the spoils into the System Space.
Then he propped Wang Bao's corpse upright against the desk.
Since there was a lamp burning inside the tent, anyone outside could see someone sitting there. That way, no one would get suspicious.
After cutting a slit in the back of the tent with his knife, Zhao Han went to the kitchen and stuffed food into the space.
Dried meat and flatbread—he packed the space full of food.
He also took torches, cloth, lamp oil, and a Fire Starter. He couldn't travel on a night like this without a flame.
Zhao Han's body after crossing over was only that of a farmer. With too little nutrition and a lack of vitamins, he suffered from night blindness.
He had to make sure he had enough torches.
There was blood on his clothes, so Zhao Han took them off and put them on inside out. No one would be able to tell.
Leaving the kitchen, he walked through the pitch-black Mine with a torch in hand and ran into a patrol.
The one leading it was none other than Wang Liang, who had previously leaked information about Zhao Han.
"Z-Zhao, Brother Zhao. Good evening," Wang Liang said with a smile.
He still thought Zhao Han didn't know he had leaked information.
The other gang members greeted him too, their eyes full of envy.
After all, Zhao Han had crossed the class divide, leaping from an ordinary gang member to an elite one. It was their lifelong dream.
"Everything's fine, everything's fine. You all go on patrol. I need to talk to Little Wang."
Zhao Han waved the others away. They looked at Wang Liang with envy, knowing Zhao Han had taken a liking to him.
Wang Liang really thought Zhao Han needed to talk to him. As soon as the patrol had left, Zhao Han reached out and clamped a hand around his throat.
Then, amid Wang Liang's desperate struggles and horrified eyes,
he twisted. With a crack, Wang Liang was dead.
After killing Wang Liang, Zhao Han tossed him into a dark corner like a piece of trash, clapped his hands, and headed straight for the entrance.
"Who's there? What are you doing going out in the middle of the night?" The ordinary gang members guarding the entrance immediately stopped Zhao Han.
Zhao Da wasn't there. He was on day shift today.
"This is the token Leader Wang gave me. He ordered me to go out." Zhao Han tossed over Wang Bao's identity token for them to inspect.
Seeing the token of the newly appointed Leader Wang Bao, the guards respectfully returned it.
"Take care, Brother Zhao!"
After leaving the Mine, Zhao Han headed south along the official road, in the opposite direction from Blackwater County. This was to fool the guards.
He walked for a while, until the Mine was out of sight, then turned onto a stretch of woodland and doubled back north. Once he had passed the Mine, he followed the official road toward Blackwater County.
"Woooo..."
The wind howled through the forest.
Although Skin Refining had made Zhao Han more resistant to cold and heat, he couldn't help tightening his clothes.
Not because he was cold, but because he was scared.
He was afraid some ghostly creature in the forest would take the worthless life of a little nobody like him.
In this damned world, with war and demons and ghosts everywhere, were ordinary people not allowed to live?
"Damn it. Speak of the devil."
After walking a few more steps, Zhao Han caught sight of a grave mound in the woods to his right.
It looked old. The tombstone was weathered and cracked, and the mound stood alone.
This was really going to cost him his life.
He immediately picked up the pace, panicking as he tried to run out of the area.
Hopefully it's just an ordinary grave. If it's... Forget it. I don't dare think about it...
But after running several hundred meters, Zhao Han unexpectedly spotted the grave mound in the woods to his right again.
It was still the same grave mound.
It's over. I'm really done for. Zhao Han's face changed dramatically.
He had encountered a ghost and fallen into the Ghostly Technique known as a Ghostly Wall.
A Ghostly Wall was one of the most basic Ghostly Techniques, used frequently only by Lesser Ghosts. Even so, it had trapped and killed plenty of Martial Artists.
This damned age of chaos. These damned ghosts and monsters.
"There has to be a way to break it." Zhao Han stopped walking and headed straight toward the grave mound.
Back when he was fleeing, Zhao Han and the other refugees had encountered something like this too.
The way they'd eventually gotten out was that a seven-year-old child had been so frightened he wet himself. The urine happened to land on the buried bones, and Virgin Boy Urine had broken the Ghostly Wall.
He wasn't so lucky this time. Zhao Han was a virgin, but unless he could find the object the ghost was inhabiting, he was helpless.
All he could do was steel himself and take a look at the grave mound. It was his only option.
When he reached the grave mound, Zhao Han immediately looked at the writing on the tombstone.
Unfortunately, it was too old to read.
Zhao Han circled the mound once, then returned to stand before the tombstone.
He reached out to touch it.
"So cold!"
Before he could touch the tombstone, a bone-chilling cold froze Zhao Han's hand, and he quickly pulled it back.
The cold pierced to the bone. It seemed an invisible wall of ice covered the grave.
Zhao Han stood frozen in place, at a loss.
After about half an hour, the air grew even colder. With no other choice, Zhao Han could only take a gamble.
"I might as well try. I'm going to die either way, and I'd rather die with some dignity."
He took off his pants and urinated on the grave, hoping his Virgin Boy Urine would work.
"Zzzzz..."
To Zhao Han's delight, it really worked.
It seemed the invisible wall of ice had met the warm Virgin Boy Urine and was instantly melted, turning into white mist that drifted away in every direction.
The cold around him also eased considerably.
"It worked. Well, excuse me, then."
Zhao Han immediately took water from the System Space and drank. He gulped down two liters, the equivalent of a large bottle of Lei Bi.
Soon, he felt the urge to pee again, and continued to urinate.
After that stream of Virgin Boy Urine, the chill finally dissipated almost entirely, and the grave no longer seemed so frightening.
Zhao Han immediately bolted, thinking he had broken the Ghostly Wall.
But after running four or five hundred meters, he ended up back beside the grave.
"Are you going to keep this up forever? Damn it!"
Zhao Han flew into a rage. He took out his cleaver and used it like a shovel to start digging up the grave.
He wanted to see what was keeping him trapped.
If he was going to die, he'd die knowing why.
After about ten minutes of relentless digging, Zhao Han unearthed a rotting straw mat. Waves of stench assailed him, and he nearly retched.
Holding his breath against the stink, he dragged the mat onto the ground and opened it.
Inside lay a rotting skeleton, with bits of flesh still clinging to it. The terrible stench came from the remains.
What surprised him was that the skeleton held one tael of gold in its hands, and a Copper coin had been pinned to its brow, each wrist, and each ankle.
At the same time, it had a Copper coin clenched between its teeth, and another pinned to its chest and navel.
Eight Copper coins in total, and one tael of gold.
"This seems to be some kind of formation."
Zhao Han wasn't completely clueless. He'd read fantasy and supernatural novels and watched shows and movies back on Blue Star, so he had some idea.
As for what kind of formation it was, who the hell knew?
Zhao Han circled the corpse, studying it from every angle, hoping to spot something.
"There's gold and Copper coins. Why isn't there any silver?"
Zhao Han had noticed something important.
By rights, silver was more valuable than Copper coins, so it should have been more effective.
But there wasn't any.
"Could silver repel ghosts? I think some countries on Blue Star have that idea too."
Zhao Han suddenly remembered a zombie movie he'd seen. In it, they fought foreign ghosts using onions and silver cross swords.
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