"We don't know what we're talking about, so don't go spouting nonsense. This isn't opening a path through the underworld. It's borrowing one, using the yin energy of these lonely ghosts to mask the yang energy on us living people."
Yuan Shanyuan sounded like he knew what he was talking about. He stared at Luo Tianhe's back and said with a sigh, "Still, even borrowing a path is impressive. It's been years since I've seen anyone with a skill like this."
"Then, Mr. Luo... did he manage to borrow the path?"
Lin Qianqian only cared whether she could survive. She didn't want to worry about anything else, and she couldn't even if she tried.
Yuan Shanyuan fell silent for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was grave, with a hint of unease. "He succeeded in borrowing the path, but whether we'll get through this is hard to say. Eight ghosts carrying a coffin are fearsome enough, and these are eight headless ghosts who can't be reincarnated. Add the person inside the coffin, and this crowd of lonely ghosts in front of us probably won't be able to stop them."
Lin Qianqian panicked. "What if they can't stop them?"
"If they can't..." Yuan Shanyuan chuckled darkly. "Then we'll just have to offer up a life."
As he spoke, Yuan Shanyuan's voice turned ominous, and his whole presence changed. Lin Qianqian was so frightened that she immediately fell silent.
A black cat before a death coffin, a human head offered up to fill it. Was that fate about to come true here?
Now that the coffin bearers had drawn near, everyone's hearts were in their throats. Suddenly, with a cry of "Something's wrong!", Luo Tianhe, who had been half-kneeling in the road, sprang to his feet, turned, and ran back.