Although Luo Tianhe and Yuan Shanyuan had reacted quickly, they were still one step behind the fat man. The mirror had fallen in the middle of the road, and as soon as he grabbed it, he wrapped it in red cloth and stuffed it into his clothes.
Seeing this, Luo Tianhe was so furious he could barely catch his breath. He needed the mirror not to use against Jiang Cheng and the others, but mainly to deal with the Blood Corpse Tomb ahead—and with Yuan Shanyuan, who might turn on them at any moment.
Compared with people like Jiang Cheng and the fat man, Bai Yu, a ghost, was the biggest uncertainty in the group.
"Wang, you only know part of the story about that mirror. It can indeed intimidate ghosts, but it's surrounded by baleful energy, and taking it is inauspicious. It has to be sealed away using a particular method." Yuan Shanyuan spoke with lofty righteousness, as if he had their best interests at heart. "There's a lot more to this line of work than you know. You're still young; you can't handle it. Please let me keep it safe."
Luo Tianhe was so disgusted by this that he nearly threw up. He thought Yuan Shanyuan really was an old hand: he could carry himself like a master, then turn around and shamelessly use lies to bluff people.
Jiang Cheng naturally declined Yuan Shanyuan's offer, saying there was no need to worry—they could handle it themselves.
The group returned to Wolong Town in this less-than-pleasant atmosphere.
It was still a long time until dawn, and the town was utterly quiet. The shops along the street had their doors shut tight. Their pitch-black windows looked like a series of ill-intentioned eyes, coveting the living people walking past. The scene