Chapter 351: Yinshan Village

Mu Sicheng's mind was becoming more and more foggy, and everything in front of him appeared to be in shadow.

Another floating corpse came around and approached Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng subconsciously slapped at him, but the floating corpse dodged, Mu Sicheng's slap hit Bai Liu's face, Bai Liu's head went down a little bit, and his lips were cracked on the sharp teeth.

A bead of blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, drips down onto his fangs, and melts into Bai Liu's lips.

Mu Sicheng is still tugging at these dead bodies, his face is like a thick layer of plaster putty, not even the general features can be seen, his arms and legs are turned over, and his wrists and elbows are all facing inward.

The white bodies of the floating corpses on the surface of the water piled up in front of Mu Sicheng, the floating corpses under the water swayed and dragged Mu Sicheng's ankles, and some of the floating corpses took advantage of this opportunity to dive around Mu Sicheng to reach Bai Liu who was behind him.

Bai Liu, hanging under the bridge, is pulled by several floating corpses that have slipped past, his shirt nearly torn.

The drop of blood on Bai Liu's lip dripped down to the surface of the water, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Mu Sicheng was pulled to the point that only half of his head was exposed to the surface of the water, he was grabbed by the collar and yanked to the side, and a violent golden light exploded behind him, enveloping all of those floating corpses and the woman in white in front of him.

The golden light was so dazzling and brilliant that people dared not look directly at it, and Mu Sicheng, who had been torn aside, had the feeling of being sucked into it by the push and pull.

Bai Liu held up a tattered umbrella in front of Mu Sicheng, and golden light blossomed out from the inside of the umbrella, trapping those chasing floating corpses and martyr bridge ghosts inside.

The floating corpses and the ghosts of the bridge martyrs were hideous, struggling with their limbs, trying to break free from the white paper umbrella, but they were like small pieces of iron caught by a magnet, firmly fixed in the open umbrella of Bai Liu under the bridge, unable to move a bit.

Bai Liu hung his umbrella on a hook under the bridge, circled these floating corpses and devils from beneath the surface of the water, and then surfaced again, his face ghastly pale as he stretched out his wrist to suck some of the life out of Mu Sicheng, who was already looking dumbfounded on the sidelines.

Immediately after Mu Sicheng regained his five senses, Bai Liu calmly ordered, "Take me to the bridge, run, run off the bridge and we'll be safe."

Mu Sicheng sniffed and rolled onto the bridge, on the bridge quickly turned to pull up Bai Liu under the bridge by the arms, holding Bai Liu's shoulders on one side of the head without turning back to run hard under the bridge.

Behind them came the sound of small footsteps chasing, Mu Sicheng turned around to see that the woman with half of her face missing was running after Bai Liu and the others with a spiteful face, her mouth was huge, clicking up and down as if she were talking, and through her mouth you could see the mud in her mouth and the rotting white bones at the back of her neck.

Mu Sicheng's voice rose, "She's after us!"

"Don't look back." Bai Liu, who was lying on Mu Sicheng's shoulder, reminded gently, his face looking very haggard but his tone still calm, "She can't chase down the bridge."

Bai Liu's calmness calmed Mu Sicheng down a lot, Mu Sicheng almost used all his strength to half carry Bai Liu and scooted down the bridge, all the way to the entrance of the main chamber, before he dared to put down Bai Liu on his shoulders and sat down on the ground to breathe heavily.

Although Mu Sicheng was already a ghost by definition and didn't need to breathe, the intense situation he had just been in still stimulated his physiological response to being a human being.

Mu Sicheng Propping his hands backward on the ground, he tilted his head back with his chest rising and falling violently, his eyes were lax, and his mouth asked, "...... didn't come after me, did he?"

Bai Liu leaned against the earthen wall and looked over the bridge, "It didn't come after them."

Martyr Ghost in white wandered back and forth near the bridge, looking from afar, the upper half of her face had grown, seemingly staring at Bai Liu's side, but not a moment later, she turned around ghostly, and step by step, end by end, she walked towards the bridge, opened her arms, and jumped down.

The spreading darkness gradually engulfed the bridge, and all that could be seen was some floating green luminescence, and some dismal, unearthly sound of a woman sobbing could be heard:

"Jun ah why has not yet returned, leaving the slave alone, day and night to guard the bridge ......"

Mu Sicheng finally breathed a long sigh of relief and said in a disarming trance, "It's finally died down."

"How do you know they won't chase them under the bridge?" Mu Sicheng slowed down, he turned his head and asked Bai Liu curiously, "And that umbrella, how did it suddenly release golden light inside?"

Bai Liu rose up and clapped his hands as he looked down at Mu Sicheng, who was still sitting on the ground, "Do you remember I showed you that there was a yellow talisman attached to that umbrella?"

Mu Sicheng thought briefly, "Remember."

Bai Liu: "That charm is called [Binding Body Charm], and its function is to trap ghosts and monsters in the place where they died tragically in their lifetime, it can be said to be a formation that traps the severe ghosts, and it is a kind of Maoshan's orthodox arts."

"I have mentioned the function of this talisman in my Maoshan Handbook of Evil Arts, but there is no method of drawing this talisman, and using this talisman on the martyred ghosts on this bridge is clearly preventing people from crossing the bridge, and it is meant to kill the two of us who have mistakenly entered the tomb."

Mu Sicheng asked back alertly, "Do you know who it is?"

"This talisman is very new and was drawn no more than a day ago." Bai Liu lowered his eyes, "If there are no other living beings in this Yinshan village, then the odds are that Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi did it."

Mu Sicheng scolded, "Two idiots."

"But their willingness to draw talismans to assassinate us isn't all bad." Bai Liu slowly drew a wet, but still well-preserved talisman from his own sleeve, and it was clearly the [Binding Talisman].

Bai Liu smiled, "We're running short of positive spells."

Mu Sicheng exclaimed, "You tore the charm off the umbrella!"

"Well, because there was more than one talisman in the umbrella, Kong Xuyang seemed to make sure that his plan wouldn't go haywire and that he would definitely be able to trap the bridge-crosser, and he put three talismans inside the umbrella of the bridge-martyr ghost." Bai Liu put away the talismans and looked at Mu Sicheng, "One I tore off, one I stuck on the bridge-martyr ghost, and one I left inside the umbrella."

Mu Sicheng finally responded, "Those floating corpses died in the river water under the bridge, so you told me to take a detour back under the bridge and shine the affixed [Binding Charm] umbrella at them, and they'll be trapped because the charm will trap them in the spot they were in before they died!"

Bai Liu nodded, "My plan did so correctly, but there was a slight hitch in the execution process."

Mu Sicheng noticed the two small fangs on Bai Liu's lips and stood up in anger, pointing at Bai Liu and scolding: "This is still called a small fork! You fucking fainted! You almost turned into a zombie! Your plan almost turned us all into ghosts together!"

Bai Liu sighed regretfully, "How did I know you're so useless, I got the prop umbrella for passing the ghost bridge, and the path to pass to go under the bridge was also told to you, all you need to do left is to open the umbrella."

"But you actually went to fight against these floating corpses." Bai Liu quietly glanced at Mu Sicheng, then withdrew his gaze and gently shook his head, "...... Forget it, I can't blame you, I who chose you as a teammate was at fault as well."

Mu Sicheng: "......"

...... Bai Liu So, it seems like it's really all his fault from start to finish ......

How could he be so stupid? Yeah, why didn't he think to open the umbrella then?

Mu Sicheng began to reflect seriously and sorrowfully on his folly and mistake, and even his head drooped listlessly.

Bai Liu, who did not tell his teammates about the plan, fainted in the middle of the day, and dumped all the pots on his teammates afterward, immovably swept Mu Sicheng's glance with his afterimage, and forgivingly patted Mu Sicheng's shoulder, "It's okay, just pay attention next time, let's go first."

Mu Sicheng glanced at Bai Liu's sharp teeth that were exposed beyond his lips, his heart became more and more guilty, and he asked in a twisted way, "...... You zombie teeth, are you alright?"

"It's okay." Bai Liu waved his hand to indicate that it was not a big problem, "A real zombie's teeth have to be more than an inch long, and my kind is considered to have too much yin qi at best."

Mu Sicheng frowned and questioned, "It's just too much Yin Qi? Then why couldn't you wake up before?"

"The Yin Qi and Yin Water Yin Bridge Road had quite an impact on me as a living person, making my consciousness blur for a while." Bai Liu looked towards Mu Sicheng, "It is possible for me to fall into this state of blurred consciousness later on, but there are ways to awaken me."

Mu Sicheng listened attentively, "What solution?"

Bai Liu nodded at the blood stain on his fangs, "That's it, raw human blood, sucking raw human blood will wake me up."

Mu Sicheng was stunned, "This tomb is full of netherworld ghosts, where did raw human blood come from ......"

"I am." Bai Liu smiles slightly, "I'm still alive despite my Yin energy, my blood is useful, you knocked my teeth earlier and made me bleed, I'll wake up on my own when I taste this."

Mu Sicheng was silent for a long time, "Thanks brother."

He knew Bai Liu had only gone this far to save his life.

Bai Liu smiled, "I always felt that your life should have been something of mine a long time ago, it's natural for me to protect my own, no need to say thank you."

As they talked, they headed into the main chamber, and soon came to the place where the paper dodger had burned before, the ground was covered in ashes, and one more step inside, and they stepped into the passageway to the main catacombs.

The passageway was pitch black, no light at all could be seen, but one could smell a scented candle ointment so strong that it was sickening, mixed with a sweet, greasy scent of rotting melons and fruits and gladioli.

And unlike the eerie cold of the previous Ghost Bridge, Bai Liu the closer they got to the main catacombs, the warmer it got, the heat waves coming from inside in bursts, the smell of rotting melons and fruits and comforts becoming fresh, and the scent of scented candles and anointing oils becoming pleasant.

Vaguely came some heckling wine cups interlocking sound, congratulate each other's voices, the footsteps of people coming and going, children playing the sound of scolding, these voices through the passage of the tomb turned into a tail sound dragged extremely long and extremely ethereal echoes, from the joyful to the gloomy and eerie.

"It's very lively inside this tomb." Bai Liu looked at the main tomb with seeming realization, "It sounds like a big feast."

Mu Sicheng rubbed his arms, he had goosebumps, "There aren't a lot of ghosts in here, are there?"

"I don't know how much." Bai Liu's eyes flattened, "Quite a lot, anyway, or it couldn't be run."

He took a step inside, stepping over the burning ashes of the paper doorman and stepping into the main tomb passage.

The dark passageway violently from the outside to the inside lit up a red lantern, red lanterns with white paste a Xi character, from the outside all the way to Liu Liu can not be seen inside, from the lanterns out of the crimson light from the passageway as if to ooze blood in general.

The voice in the tomb passage that had been muffled snapped into a clear, sharp voice: "A guest has come to congratulate us!"