Aman cried out in alarm, "It's an evil ghost! He... he said he's lived here for a thousand years."
As she spoke, she grabbed Song Qingshu's hand and hid behind him. Song Qingshu replied, "There's no evil ghost. Someone's pretending to be one." At the same time, his gaze fell on their interlocked fingers, leaving him somewhat puzzled. Was this girl so innocent that she had no concept of boundaries between men and women?
But she wasn't like this around other men besides Su Pu, was she? Did that mean she simply didn't see me as a man at all?
At that moment, Öchen said bitterly from the side, "This man must be the mastermind. So many of our warriors died because of him. We'll settle this score with him properly."
With that, he drew his saber and rushed toward the source of the voice. Song Qingshu also took Aman's little hand and followed.
"Who's there, playing tricks?" Sansir's voice rang out from afar. It was immediately followed by another scream and the heavy thud of something hitting the ground.
A shrill, eerie cackle echoed through the tunnel again. The voice repeated, "I've lived here for a thousand years, a thousand years. Everyone who comes in dies."
"Sansir!" Aman cried out. She recognized that her companion had likely met with disaster. Song Qingshu pulled her around a corner and saw Sansir already lying on the ground.
The tunnel was dark, and Aman might not have been able to see clearly, but Song Qingshu saw as plainly as if it were daylight. Blood seeped from Sansir's mouth, and he had already stopped breathing.
On the other side, Elder Usun had led several Mongol soldiers in surrounding a figure. The soldiers were trembling all over. If Elder Usun had not been holding