Simazi simply said that everyone would know once they got up the mountain; he wasn't a professional and couldn't name all the treasures.
"Anyway, they're just things from a tomb, but they're quite expensive."
Simazi chuckled twice, continued smoking, and the topic of the treasures in the tomb came to an end.
Song Zheng didn't ask any more questions and focused on driving.
The road up the mountain was indeed very long.
We set off early in the morning and didn't arrive until almost noon.
"Just park here. The road behind is difficult to drive on; you'll have to walk."
As he spoke, Simazi picked up the cloth bag that was at his feet and casually slung it over his shoulder.
Song Zheng parked his car on the side of the road and habitually looked to the side where he had parked. There were already several tire creases that even fallen leaves couldn't cover, indicating that it was indeed a place he often parked.
Without suspicion, he knocked on the back window, signaling the others to get out.
When Simazi opened the trunk of the van to get something, A Wu jumped out quickly. As soon as he landed, Song Zheng put his arm around his shoulder, and the two walked forward like good buddies.
Jiang Nuo, still in the car, gently patted Si Yan's arm, " Si Yan, we're here."
Si Yan opened her sleepy eyes, smiled, and leaned against Jiang Nuo's shoulder, refusing to look up.
"As a proper lover, shouldn't I fulfill my responsibilities to you?"
Having said that, he pressed down on Jiang Nuo without any hesitation, yet with a mixture of shyness and timidity.
Jiang Nuo then realized that Si Yan had heard everything she had just said, and she blushed inexplicably.
He pinched Si Yan's ear as if punishing her, "As a proper lover, you should listen to me."
"I'm innocent! When haven't I heard of this?"
Si Yan hummed softly, then rubbed against herself before sitting up.
When they got off the bus, they were already far away. Simazi looked back and asked Jiang Nuo and the other person when they caught up.
What were you two doing in the car just now?
Jiang Nuo chuckled helplessly, putting her arm around Si Yan's waist. "There's nothing I can do; my little sweetheart's throwing a tantrum again."
Si Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, quite cooperatively, and leaned her head down into Jiang Nuo's arms, a position she was already very familiar with.
Simazi: "..."
The old man, who was quite old, was speechless.
The group of five walked up the mountain. Even though it was almost noon, the humidity was still very high. The moisture condensed after walking for a short while, and their breath was damp.
The dense forest provided cover, and a chilling, damp atmosphere permeated the air.
As Simazi walked, he muttered to himself, "We're almost done picking up all the goods here. I guess we'll have to find a new place next time we come."
"It's tough..."
Song Zheng listened to his rambling and looked him over suspiciously.
But Simazi only said those two sentences, and then the rest of the way remained silent.
After navigating two more narrow paths, the mountain trail becomes extremely narrow, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side.
The plants growing all around were getting taller and taller, and you had to look up at the sky to find your way.
Just then, a thick fog suddenly appeared at the end of the path.
It wasn't mountain mist; it appeared suddenly, clearly waiting for them to enter.
Ghost Miasma Fog.
Jiang Nuo saw through it, but simply continued to follow behind with Si Yan in her arms, showing no intention of making a move.
Just as Song Zheng was hesitating about whether to go over, he heard Simazi's calm voice.
Don't panic, it's just fog.
Then, under Song Zheng's surprised and uncertain gaze, Simazi took out a special bell and a mirror from the tattered bag he was carrying.
The Three Pure Ones Bell and the Dharma Realm.
Jiang Nuo and Si Yan exchanged a glance, surprised yet also feeling that they had expected this.
With a sorcerer father who can change people's fate, it's understandable that Simazi has inherited his skills.
Simazi's method of exorcising evil spirits is very authentic. He chants incantations, and Heavenly Dipper Righteous Qi arises.
The ghosts blocking the way were extinguished by the Three Pure Ones Bell, a skill that was clearly very adept at.
A Wu wasn't surprised, but he began to believe Jiang Nuo's words from the previous night.
Could the corpses of his relatives in the basement and the ghosts he raised... really be related to his father?
A Wu felt uneasy. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of someone following him and stared intently.