After saying that, Li Bai handed the blueprint to Lü Zhangyuan and told him to keep it safe. If she didn't make it back, he was to give it to Yao Shunyu; Yao Shunyu would know what to do.
Looking at the blueprint in his hands, Lü Zhangyuan wore a complicated expression. Li Bai clearly didn't notice. She secured the rope around her waist, lifted the plank, and cautiously made her way toward the bridge pier where Wu Qiang had disappeared.
Most of the bridge deck near the pier had collapsed. Only a narrow strip remained, and crossing it required great care.
As soon as Li Bai stepped onto the pier, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Lü Zhangyuan's voice rang out behind her. "Li Bai!"
His voice was urgent, as if warning her of danger. But Li Bai didn't move, answer, or turn around.
"So it really is like this."
The sudden turn of events only strengthened Li Bai's conviction: there was definitely something wrong with this last bridge pier. Someone had been buried alive inside it, and Wu Qiang had been trapped by those things.
Li Bai was sure that if she'd turned around just now, caught off guard, she would have disappeared from the bridge just like Wu Qiang.
That wasn't quite accurate. Wu Qiang hadn't disappeared; he was still on the bridge. Those vengeful spirits had merely hidden him.
But without someone to guide him out, he would be trapped there until he died.
Li Bai had heard the saying "Don't lower your head on a road of human sacrifice; don't look back on a bridge built with a living person's body" long ago. It meant that on a road where people had been buried as sacrifices, you shouldn't casually look down at the