Nine male ghosts headed west, accompanied by a gust of yin wind.
They vanished into the night one after another, heading where they needed to go.
After doing this sort of thing so often, I had become quite calm about it.
Zhang Yuchen said,
"Why haven't Senior Song and Senior Yu come out yet?
Let's go in and take a look. There might be more treasures in this tomb."
With that, Zhang Yuchen headed toward the tomb.
Mao Jing and I said nothing and followed him inside.
When we reached the entrance, however, we found that the atmosphere was off.
Master and Uncle Yu were facing off inside the tomb.
Uncle Yu held something in his left hand, while his right gripped the Dragon-Head Cleaver, pointed directly at Master.
The three of us saw the whole scene.
All our expressions changed.
They were arguing again? And now they had even drawn blades?
Seeing this, I hurriedly asked,
"Uncle Yu, Master, what happened? Why have you drawn your weapons?"
Neither of them answered me.
Master frowned and said to Uncle Yu,
"Yu Long, give it to me. I'm your senior brother. You need to listen to me."
But Uncle Yu did not care in the slightest.
"I have only two regrets in this life. One is avenging Master, and the other is avenging my wife and child.
So many years have passed since my wife and child were killed, and there is still no clue.
I'm afraid I'll never get to the bottom of it in this lifetime.
So I must avenge Master.
I can't give you this invitation."
My heart tightened at those words, and I looked at the item in Uncle Yu's left hand.
It was green, like a strip of bamboo.
I had seen this thing before, so