Danger

Surrounding the stone coffin, everyone noticed that its lid hadn't fully closed, leaving a gap about a finger wide. Shang Zuo explained that they had left in a hurry.

"People like you take the burial goods, then still remember to seal the tomb for its owner?" Zi Gui asked bluntly.

At that, Shang Zuo's face fell. Somewhat awkwardly, he explained that a thief never left empty-handed, and the tomb had to be sealed when they left. Those were rules handed down since ancient times. No matter how brazen they were, since they were in this line of work, they still had to obey the rules set by their forebears. Otherwise, sooner or later, they'd suffer the consequences.

After saying this, Shang Zuo remembered that the last time they had come here, there had been more than twenty of them. Now he was the only one left, and even then... he was only alive in this state. A wave of grief overcame him.

If not for his own greed, how would his parents have died because of him?

Shang Zuo bit down hard on his lip, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the stone coffin. No matter what, he had to seal the Starving Ghost again and avenge his parents.

The fat man was closest to the coffin, so he felt it most clearly. An indescribably eerie chill seeped through the gap beneath the lid, cold enough to sink into his bones.

By then, Shang Zuo had taken off his shirt, revealing the Saintess's head wrapped in golden-yellow cloth. Han Juanjuan kept the head in the corner of his eye, his breathing growing quick and shallow.

"What's going on?" Shang Zuo asked in a panic. "Why is the Saintess's head still attached to my body? It... why won't it let