After hearing Si Yan's words, the group of people who had been deeply skeptical just moments before suddenly fell silent.
Song Zheng asked in a low voice, "Since it's an epidemic, is it contagious?"
"No," Si Yan glanced at his body, which was still full of yang energy even in the tomb, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes, "You have strong yang energy, you won't be infected."
"That's good."
Song Zheng felt relieved, carrying the gun to protect his vulnerable self.
Unexpectedly, a few seconds later, he burst into maniacal laughter.
Song Zheng was startled by their sudden laughter, frowning deeply in confusion as he looked at Si Yan, "What are they laughing at?"
Si Yan coldly uttered a few words, "They don't believe it."
"Oh my god, that's hilarious!"
The burly man at the head of the group laughed mockingly, "Look at these delicate-skinned people, they think they can tell our illnesses just by talking? That's all made up!"
"Exactly! We found the method a long time ago. Aren't prophecies more reliable than these people's?"
"Ignore them! The prophecy says that as long as we continue our exploration, we will find a cure!"
"I've been in this dilapidated tomb for almost half a year. If there really were ghosts, wouldn't I know? Stop talking nonsense!"
The group of burly men with scraggly faces clearly didn't believe them and even threatened to lock Jiang Nuo and the others up again, leaving them to fend for themselves.
Song Zheng raised his gun and sternly demanded, "What are you trying to do!"
Unfortunately, each of these men was armed with a large knife. When they saw that Song Zheng had a gun, they quickly surrounded him, their eyes dark and bloodshot.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Nuo magically lifted the cannon and cheered excitedly.
"You want to fight?!"
The burly man holding the knife:???
"Where the hell did you get that cannon?!"
They were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly, fearing that a misfire would blow them all up.
"Put it down right now!!"
Jiang Nuo's eyes crinkled into a smile, making her appear completely harmless. "Not fighting again?"
The twenty or so burly men shook their heads in unison, "No more fighting! No more fighting!"
Who can beat that?!
"Then tell me, what prophecy? Where is the prophecy?"
A hint of a smile, though not quite reaching her eyes, appeared on Jiang Nuo's brows. She tilted her head and asked them, her tone suggesting a willingness to discuss things. But who knew if she might suddenly launch into a tirade if things didn't go her way?
They looked at each other, knowing they were only clinging to life in this place out of fear of death.
"The prophecy... is located in the stone walls two levels underground, which is also the deepest point we've reached so far. Beyond that... there are many traps, and there are no lights yet."
The leader spoke in a low voice, pointing in a direction.
Jiang Nuo slightly raised her chin. "Lead the way."
Upon arriving at the mural supposedly containing prophecy, the burly men's eyes noticeably became sincere and respectful, as if the mural before them was not merely a wall, but a symbol of hope for life.
"Is this how you learned that there's... a cure for the virus in the deepest part of the tomb?"
Jiang Nuo hissed and scratched his face. "You've been fooled."
"How could this be!" They wouldn't allow anyone to question a miracle. "The mural is right here in the tomb! Could it be that someone from hundreds of years ago tricked me? You must be joking!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, Jiang Nuo stepped forward, touched the edge of the mural, and then conjured a talisman out of thin air.
Jiang Nuo made a spell with one hand, "Go."
The talisman flew towards the mural, spontaneously combusting without fire; the cold fire, requiring no oxygen, scorched the entire mural.
The scene was so shocking that they didn't realize the mural was half-burned until they were ready to put it out. They shouted and tried to put out the fire, but when they got closer and saw what was on it, they all froze in place.
The outermost layer was actually a piece of cloth, which was easily burned away, revealing the original murals inside, which blended into the cave walls, making the difference obvious to anyone.
The innermost layer contains the actual murals.
As the flames subsided, Jiang Nuo looked around, studying the content of the mural, and discovered that it was completely contrary to the meaning that had been deliberately disguised.
"This is the tomb of a prince who deeply believed in Daoist arts and feng shui in ancient times. He spent decades and exhausted all the skills and abilities of the world's most talented sorcerers to build this tomb. Fearing that it would be coveted by future generations, he kept ten vengeful ghosts guarding it."
"Centuries later, those who covet the treasure will enter the tomb, be targeted by vengeful ghosts, and be cursed by them..."
As Jiang Nuo finished speaking, she glanced at Simazi, who seemed to be listening to a story without showing the slightest discomfort.
He withdrew his gaze and continued his analysis.
"The vengeful ghost told this person that if he wanted to live, he had to bring twenty people to the depths of the earth as a sacrifice. Only after the sacrifice was successful could he survive."
After Jiang Nuo finished speaking, she counted the number of people in the group and exclaimed, "There are twenty-one of you here!"
Si Yan continued, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, her tone cold and deep, "The first to be cursed is the one who turned you into this."
Everyone was stunned, their expressions varied.
Song Zheng felt a chill run down his spine. He shook his head and sighed. They were all people who had come through this together. Perhaps none of them had expected that there would be such a vicious person who wanted to drag all his brothers to their deaths in order to save his own life.
Simazi was stunned. He grabbed A Wu and tried to hide with Jiang Nuo. "Then... what do we do next?"
Si Yan thought for a moment and decided that if he wanted to unravel the mystery of the vengeful ghost's tomb, he still had to go down there.
Originally, as long as it was confirmed that the ten guardian ghosts would not harm the human world, this tomb could be included and strictly guarded.
But now that there have been victims, more than twenty people have died, the vengeful ghost must be eliminated.
" Nuonuo, we have to go down."
Jiang Nuo hummed in agreement and pinched Si Yan's cheek. "Alright, alright, I'll keep you company, even if it costs me my life."
The burly man at the head of the group, no longer daring to yell at Jiang Nuo Jiang Nuo for fear of angering him, asked, "So, if we kill that vengeful ghost, will we all survive?"
Jiang Nuo tilted her head to look at him, "Theoretically speaking, that's true, but the person who forged the mural went to such lengths to get all of you down there, they must have had ulterior motives."
"Go! We're going down to see what kind of vengeful ghost it is!"
"We're already in this situation anyway, we're going to die either way."
Perhaps spurred on by Jiang Nuo Jiang Nuo, none of them objected and wanted to go underground with him.
Si Yan raised an eyebrow in suspicion and exchanged a glance with Jiang Nuo.
Jiang Nuo took his hand and scratched it, smiling mischievously, "That's good too, then we won't have to worry about not having any testing mechanisms."
Simazi: "..."
He backed down and grabbed A Wu, saying, "This has nothing to do with us, so we don't need to go."
"Don't you also know Daoist magic? Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"
Song Zheng grabbed him, refusing to let him leave. The most suspicious person in this case was Simazi, and they couldn't let him get away.
Simazi looked worried and could only follow along.
As they descended the tomb passage, Jiang Nuo specifically instructed Simazi not to continue smoking, as the air in the tomb passage was already scarce.
He even grabbed a flashlight from his spatial storage and tossed it to them, saying, "To prevent anyone from escaping and ruining things, several of us will share one flashlight."