Kunlun Ruins

"Her Ladyship's Peach Garden is already bursting with flowers. Why does she still need to grow these Drunken Peach Trees?"

"These trees are useful enough for getting rid of corpses!"

"I really don't understand those tribespeople. Whenever they pray for Her Ladyship's protection, they always have to kill a few people for their rituals!"

"Holy Lady Ma tried to talk them out of it once, but they ended up killing even more people. You just can't reason with them!"

"The people in the past were much more obedient. These tribespeople are so stubborn, they haven't been civilized at all!"

"What a nuisance. Every time, they pile several corpses at the entrance to our secret realm. Anyone who didn't know better would think we killed people for fun over here!"

"Hurry up and get to work. Stop gossiping about these things behind their backs!"

The sound of women chattering reached Zhang Xuezhou's ears, and he shook his head as he came to his senses.

The familiar sensations of confinement, darkness, and pressure welled up again. He immediately realized he had been buried alive once more.

"Drunken Peach Trees?"

"Corpses?"

The women's voices made it clear to Zhang Xuezhou why he had passed out drunk after a single bite of peach, and gave him a rough idea of why he had been buried underground.

But Zhang Xuezhou had never imagined that this secret place had an owner.

The Buddhist disciple had sworn up and down that this secret place belonged to no one. Zhang Xuezhou felt he had been taken in by that thick-browed, wide-eyed monk.

If he hadn't been buried underground and happened to overhear the women, Zhang Xuezhou felt that if anything came up that required a scapegoat, he would surely have been the one thrown to the wolves.