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I tried to comfort him. "Going back now would be suicide. You violated a major taboo. Whether you can even survive is unknown, let alone your relatives and friends. There's a good chance they've already met with disaster."
I knew I wasn't good with words, but I was only telling the truth. The spirit vein beneath this cemetery had existed for countless years; it was anything but ordinary. They had violated a major taboo—if they didn't die, it would be a miracle!
Before long, peals of thunder rolled across the horizon, and torrential rain came pouring down.
The tens of thousands of gravestones in the public cemetery seemed hazy beneath the rain. It was as though they had all come alive, gradually twisting and warping before our blurred vision.
I knew it was an illusion. Suppressing the fear in my heart, I had only one thought: get out of here, fast!
At that moment, the arm in the backpack on my back began to squirm as well, struggling to break free. I panicked even more.
Yet even after I supported Sanwazi and ran until we were utterly exhausted, we still couldn't find the cemetery exit. Damn it. We've probably run into a ghost wall.
Sanwazi was a tomb raider, so he naturally realized it too. Seeing me stop, he furrowed his brow tightly and said, "We're done for. This is a ghost wall. Neither of us can get out."
By then, Sanwazi had calmed down considerably and regained some of his senses. I asked him, "What exactly were you after when you dug up that spirit vein?"
Sanwazi remained silent for a long time, refusing to answer.
I told him plainly that I truly wanted to help him, but if he refused to tell me the truth,