"Since ancient times, people of the occult trade rarely interacted unless they had a reason. When they gathered, each carried their own fortune, and it was more likely to bring disaster than good luck. I've been wondering what could possibly be drawing them to this obscure little village," Yu Chengmu said, as if hinting at something.
Zhang Junyu's heart lurched, and he blurted out, "It's... the River Goddess!"
Yu Chengmu nodded, his expression dark. "It must be. But my skills are limited, and for now I can't see what secrets this so-called River Goddess holds. If my master were here, perhaps he could get to the bottom of it."
Zhang Junyu had heard of Yu Chengmu's master. He was a true successor to the ranks of the Gold-Rank Grave Robbers and possessed a Grave Robber's Talisman that proved his identity. He had made quite a name for himself in the tomb-raiding world.
Unfortunately, even the best-laid plans could go awry. One time, he'd been bragging about his abilities over drinks. His voice had been so loud that a waiter reported him. And so, a grandmaster of his generation was caught.
After his arrest, he'd confessed readily and cooperated with the authorities. His crime, which should have earned him a bullet, was commuted to life imprisonment. Now he was constantly hauled out of his cell to consult at archaeological sites. Some time ago, he had even helped the police set a trap for Yu Chengmu, but word had leaked, and the latter had escaped.
Seeing that Zhang Junyu had fallen silent, Yu Chengmu also remembered his master's infamous past and felt indignant. He quickly changed the subject. "Junyu, what do you think of Du Moyu's claim that the Paper Figure came back to life?"
Du Moyu had pointed out that the