"Young master, don't let the Ghost River's water hurt you."
Bu Er hurried forward, only to find Yang Qing staring unblinkingly at the skeleton. Yang Qing even gestured for him to keep quiet.
Countless questions flashed through Bu Er's mind, but with Yang Qing's order before him, he could only hold his tongue.
By then, Jiang Zhizhou and Pei Buji had also reached the Ghost River.
Like Bu Er, they stood quietly behind Yang Qing, gazing at the skeleton with him in a trance.
Only after a long while did Yang Qing speak. "Xiao Zhou, do you still remember the legends about the Nether Lake?"
The Nether Lake? Could this Ghost River actually have some connection to it?
Jiang Zhizhou was surprised, but answered without hesitation. "Some say the Nether Lake is a treasure basin, while others say it was originally a mass burial pit..."
A mass burial pit?
Jiang Zhizhou's eyes lit up, and he suddenly said, "Do you think this skeleton could be connected to the Nether Lake? Or could it have come from the Nether Lake itself?"
"Quite possibly!" Yang Qing said.
The skeleton had come from underground, returning to the world through the Ghost River, and the soil clinging to its bones was completely different from the soil of this desert.
He also recalled the account in the damaged book: the Nether Lake lay not far from an oasis.
The Ghost River held water, which likewise suggested an oasis. Following that line of thought, wouldn't the Nether Lake be nearby?
Yang Qing rose and said to Bu Er, "Bu Er, there's no telling when this Ghost River will disappear. We must make the most of our time."
"Yes, young master!"
Bu Er answered at once and returned to his seat on the carriage's crossbeam.
"Keep going