"After Huashe Head died, the Fanjin Dragon brothers, Dingmen Liang and his brother, started fighting too. They even drew knives. One had both hands chopped off, and the other had both feet chopped off. They both died. They say it was a gruesome scene. The bag of money they'd earned was sitting in the middle of the table, splattered with blood."
"Everyone outside says they killed each other over how to split the spoils, because of that bag of money. But I know that can't be it. Those three were cursed too!"
"That has to be it! They didn't keep their promise to that person!"
"Right... the tomb owner's promise!"
Liu Xueyi grew more and more agitated as he spoke. His whole body trembled uncontrollably, his pupils became unfocused, and his lips turned blue. He looked as though he might die at any moment.
Yuan Shanyuan saw that something was wrong and immediately took out a silver needle, pricking several of Liu Xueyi's acupoints. Only after a moment did Liu Xueyi come around, and his heaving chest gradually settled.
"These people all went through something similar to me. They... they died one by one, and in such bizarre ways. I was scared. I was afraid I'd be next."
"Night after night, I didn't dare sleep. I was afraid that if I fell asleep, I'd... I'd dream of that person again."
"After I'd endured a few days, I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to try and see if I could find any clues on the bodies of the people who'd died."
"There was no way I could go back to that enormous tomb. I wouldn't go back even if you beat me to death. I could only start with the bodies of Huashe Head and the other two. I paid