The person stood quietly behind the vines, their lifeless eyes slowly looking over.
It was a ragged, half-faced... ghost!
A ghost is following us!
A Wu's heart skipped a beat in fright, but after only a few seconds, the ghost vanished as if it had never existed.
A Wu struggled to swallow, his fingers going numb. He quickly walked a few steps to Song Zheng's side, not forgetting the man's help from last night.
Jiang Nuo glanced thoughtfully in the direction A Wu had been looking, but there was nothing there, only slightly trembling leaves.
He touched his left eye and then looked at A Wu.
"What is Nuonuo looking at?" Si Yan asked in a low voice.
Jiang Nuo also lowered her voice, "This child kept looking back, I was wondering if there was something there."
As the fog dissipated, Simazi wiped the sweat from his face and put the items back into the bag.
He lit another cigarette, the glow of which was glaring, and his voice was incredibly weary, "Don't ask any more questions, just go your own way."
Song Zheng hesitated, but ultimately didn't say anything about not allowing smoking in the deep mountains.
Just bear with it for now, and give them a proper warning after this is all over.
After the thick fog dissipated, the road ahead became much wider, A Wu was relieved. However, after taking only a few steps, he saw the ghostly figure standing in front of him again.
A Wu screamed in fright and instinctively closed his eyes. The image of the ghostly figure was imprinted in his mind, but when he opened his eyes again, he was met only with the puzzled looks of the others.
Simazi slapped him on the head, yelling, "Don't call me Mozi!"
"There's... there's something scary."
A Wu no longer dared to look ahead, covering his ears and lowering his head. Simazi's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and he deliberately looked ahead.
Relieved to find nothing, he muttered a few words of reprimand before leading the others forward.
After walking for nearly half an hour on the narrow mountain path, Simazi finally stopped.
"Arrive."
Jiang Nuo looked around and sensed a sinister aura, but the surrounding area was all flat yellow earth, which did not look like the passage to the tomb palace at all.
"Where are we?" Jiang Nuo asked.
Simazi chuckled a few times, not understanding what was going on, and then picked up a shovel and stuck it into the ground where he had drawn the marks.
A hole the size of a well opening appeared shortly afterward, and it was secured with cement to prevent it from collapsing easily.
Simazi was the first to jump, followed closely by A Wu.
Jiang Nuo left a small paper figure at the cave entrance before jumping down with Si Yan, who looked disgusted.
Inevitably covered in mud, Si Yan, preferring to ignore it, leaned against Jiang Nuo's arm, listless and suffocating.
This can be considered as maintaining the persona she presents to Simazi.
Once inside the tomb passage, Simazi was noticeably more relaxed than he had been outside, and he explained the origins of the tomb to the three of them.
"It's the tomb of an old prince, full of treasures! Taking just a few items will be enough for you to live a life of luxury."
Song Zheng asked at the opportune moment, "These are all things from the dead. Wouldn't it be bad for the living to use them? Or do you have your own special method?"
Simazi, tapping his pipe to clear the way, chuckled a few times as he heard this.
"They're making money off the dead, what's there to be afraid of?"
"As long as it's safe once it's in their hands, what about the possibility of dying later...? And who can prove that it's related to these dead people's belongings?"
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The deeper they went, the colder it became. A Wu was the first to be frightened. Even a gust of wind was enough to make him tremble with fear, and he clung tightly to Song Zheng, refusing to let go.
Song Zheng was almost strangled to death by this half-grown child, so he simply raised his hand and pinched the little chick like a chick, "Don't move! There are no ghosts here!"
But perhaps because they were underground, Song Zheng's yang energy could no longer suppress the cold, yin aura, and A Wu still frequently saw that ghostly figure.
Sometimes he would stand beside their usual route, smiling and staring intently at them; other times he would walk behind Simazi, then turn around to look...
Even Jiang Nuo, who was so skilled at dealing with ghosts last night, didn't notice.
With his mind on edge, A Wu met the ghost's terrifying eyes again and suddenly realized the problem.
Only I can see this... Does that mean I've been targeted by a ghost...?
"Aaaaaah!"
A Wu suddenly closed his eyes and slammed his head against the wall, his face filled with despair, letting out a shrill scream.
Jiang Nuo peeked out in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"
"There's a ghost! There's a ghost! There's been a ghost all along, it's been following us the whole way, why can't you all see it!"
A Wu could no longer control his fear; his pupils trembled, and his whole body shook uncontrollably.
"Is there a ghost...?"
Jiang Nuo blinked, but indeed didn't see it.
Then he looked at the person he was holding in his arms.
Si Yan lowered her phoenix eyes and carefully sensed the surroundings. The yin energy was dense, indicating that there were definitely vengeful ghosts in the tomb, but there were none here.
"No." He said firmly.
Simazi touched A Wu's forehead and asked in a gruff voice, "What did the ghost you saw look like?"
A Wu instinctively hugged himself tightly, trembling as he described the situation.
Seeing that Simazi's expression was getting increasingly grim, Jiang Nuo said, "You know him?"
Don't ask any more questions!
Simazi suddenly became fierce and yelled at A Wu, "Walk with your eyes closed!"
Hey, you're being mean to me.
Jiang Nuo raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes. "Just a reminder, we've been going in circles the whole time."
Simazi suddenly looked up, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Here."
Jiang Nuo tapped the cave wall with her finger. "I marked this."
"Then why didn't you say so sooner!"
Jiang Nuo chuckled, "Anyway, I'm not going to die."
His smile gradually turned sinister, and he pulled out a dagger from his pocket, toying with it. "You might not be so sure."
A collection of well-chosen quotes from criminals.
Song Zheng's lips twitched slightly, and then, as an accomplice, he silently pulled out a gun. His nonchalant, street-smart demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a resolute expression.
Simazi: "..."
You dare to lie to me!
He twirled the dagger in his palm, then pressed it against Simazi's neck. "You've been here so many times, and you still don't know the way?"