The blade of grass stood upright in his palm and began to spin, drawing startled gasps from those around him. Then, with a snap, it fell, pointing right.
"Follow me. We're going this way. No one fall behind..."
The others were stunned by Zuo Qiang's supernatural display. Their confidence in him soared, and they followed him to the right.
Only after they had gone far away did Tang Changsheng appear like a ghost where they had stood. He shook his head slightly. "A fool who never mastered his craft. Serves him right."
What Zuo Qiang had used was nothing more than a crude wayfinding spell.
But the spell was too simple. It worked for finding an ordinary route, or against the ghostly mazes raised by weaker ghosts.
Against a powerful Ghost Creature or an illusion formation, however, it was easily disrupted and might lead its users straight into the most dangerous place...
Tang Changsheng, of course, could ask for nothing better. He had no intention of stopping them.
Sure enough, as Zuo Qiang's group walked on, they felt something was wrong. The mausoleum grounds had been full of brick towers, buildings, and tropical trees.
Now, the farther they went, the more open their surroundings became. The buildings and vegetation gradually vanished, leaving nothing at all, and panic began to rise. At the same time, the sound of weeping grew clearer. It seemed not one person was crying, but countless people sobbing and whimpering.
This time, even Zuo Qiang could no longer hold on to his outward composure. "Who's skulking around?" he shouted. "Come out..."
No sooner had he spoken than a winding procession of lanterns approached. As it drew near, they saw palace maids carrying lanterns. One scolded them in displeasure, "How dare you barge into the palace grounds and