Chapter 339: Yinshan Village

The lid of the coffin is raised, and a pair of white soft hands are stretched out from the edge, the nails of which are painted a brilliant peach colour.

The woman, like the one in the coffin inside the temple, was covered, her upper body slightly raised, and it was impossible to see through the cover, but Mu Sicheng had the feeling that the bride was peering through it at him and the pit.

The bride tapped the coffin lid twice more with her fingers, making a thumping sound.

The ghost dragging the coffin in front of him seemed to have received some instructions, and slowly turned his head back, splitting his eyes and mouth into two slits, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at Mu Sicheng, who was less than ten centimetres away, before his bones violently began to twist and contort.

"We've been spotted, run!" Without hesitation, Bai Liu darted forward on his belly.

At Bai Liu's command, both Mu Sicheng and the ghosts began to fly and crawl.

Mu Sicheng was so frightened that he cried out and crawled frantically after Bai Liu, but luckily the hole was big enough for them to move forward in a half-crouch, moving much faster than before.

In the dark tunnel, the white, twisted body of the ghost rushes up, its features and body twisting and turning, like a plaster statue being shaped.

Mu Sicheng just looked back, and was scared out of his wits and moved faster.

But due to the space constraint, Mu Sicheng could not run as fast as the ghosts. Just as he was about to see the exit, Mu Sicheng was bitten by the ghosts who were crawling forward on all fours and hissed and yanked backwards by his right ankle.

Mu Sicheng barely even had time to make a sound before the ghosts were dragged into the darkness.

Bai Liu turned around and grabbed Mu Sicheng's hand which was about to be dragged away, bit the tip of his tongue and drew a talisman on Mu Sicheng's wrist with his finger dipped in the blood of his tongue, while calmly reciting, "Thundering order, like star fire ...... Yin soul covers the body, Yin soul entangles the road, Yin and Yang are separated. Break!"

Mu Sicheng's mind went blank as he backhanded the talisman Bai Liu had drawn on his hand and glued it onto the ghost lying on top of him.

The talisman vibrated away from Mu Sicheng's hand, emitting an invisible force and ripple that instantly separated Mu Sicheng and the accomplice ghost.

The ghost let out a mournful howl and tried to rush forward, but suddenly, it stopped, its head turned around 360 degrees for a moment, and the eyes and mouth slits that appeared on its face slowly disappeared again.

This ghost seems to have lost sight of Bai Liu and the others.

Mu Sicheng, pressed up against the wall of the passage, was too afraid to breathe.

The ghost sniffed back and forth inside the tunnel several times, as if it was separated by an invisible air barrier, and was unable to find Mu Sicheng and Bai Liu.

Mu Sicheng sits deflated on the ground, panting heavily, holding up his camera in a trance: "Go, go ......"

Bai Liu takes Mu Sicheng's camera, then crouches down in the light of the camera and tears Mu Sicheng's clothes, tying Mu Sicheng's bitten and bleeding ankles, then gives a subtle pause.

The ghost's teeth don't look too clean, will he get rabies after being bitten?

Rabies he remembers seems to be 24 hours without vaccination the person is gone ......

Mu Sicheng let out a long breath, wiped the cold sweat from his face and looked at Bai Liu: "What did you just use to keep the ghosts away?"

Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked at Mu Sicheng: "A talisman, called the [Yin and Yang Road Separation Talisman], can separate the yin and yang worlds, spacing a road in the middle so that things standing on either side of the road cannot touch each other."

Mu Sicheng couldn't help but complain, "If you had such a good thing you would have brought it out earlier, wouldn't we have used it earlier so we wouldn't have been whisked away like dogs ......"

Bai Liu paused again before speaking, "There are two types of [Yin and Yang Road Separation Talismans], one is orthodox and is used to screen out evil objects to protect oneself, and can place the person performing the Daoist technique in the Yang world to force the evil object to be screened out back into the Yin world."

Mu Sicheng The expression on his face grew dull: "Shouldn't yours be ......"

Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng with pity: "Yes, mine is unorthodox, it is used to release evil things, to put them on the path of the yang world, and the person who performs the Taoist magic will be trapped on the path of the nether world."

"So now we're stuck in the underworld."

Mu Sicheng turned his head sharply to look at the spot where he had just used the charm. He shone his camera across and found that a road-like trail had indeed been left on the ground there.

That ghost just now just didn't have the means to cross the path.

Mu Sicheng limps over unconvinced and tries to make his way out.

But soon Mu Sicheng found that, like the ghost, he remained in place no matter how much he tried to cross that path.

...... He has never wished so much as he does now that he and that ghost of a helper would stand on the same ground.

Mu Sicheng looked at the other end of the road with a stony expression, and then looked back at Bai Liu, with tears in his eyes, "...... [Yin and Yang Separation Talisman], how can I break it?"

Bai Liu patted Mu Sicheng's shoulder reassuringly, "It's okay, the charm is easy to break."

"We only need to wait until twelve o'clock tonight, when the yin and the yang meet, this path will not be able to stop us and we will be able to return to the yang world again."

Mu Sicheng quickly glanced down at the time and said with a seemingly tearful smile, "...... It's fine, it's only twelve hours to 12pm."

"If we can get through these twelve hours in peace, we can go back when it gets dark."

Bai Liu's eyes wandered for a moment, "Hmm."

It is said that the first twelve hours after being bitten by a strange animal is the prime time for rabies vaccination ......

Let's hope the villain doesn't have rabies.

The tunnel is gradually one man high enough for Bai Liu to walk upright, but Mu Sicheng has to keep his head slightly down.

Mu Sicheng hung his head, glanced at the back of Bai Liu's head as he walked ahead and muttered in a small voice: "...... I just thought you wouldn't save me."

Bai Liu's speed of retreat was such that he never looked back from the beginning to the end.

"I wasn't going to save it." Bai Liu spoke honestly, glancing at Mu Sicheng, "But you saved me too, didn't you? I was bitten after you helped me out of the way."

Mu Sicheng grunted and for some reason shivered again, "Count on your conscience."

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze: "I can't say I have a conscience, but I'm a man of my word."

The mud-filled passage gradually revealed its original form, the dry earth peeling off the walls and the damp earth on the floor turning into a muddy, sticky liquid that made a watery sound as Bai Liu trampled on it as they walked.

The originally irregularly shaped passage has become a more regular rectangle, about one metre wide and two metres high. Although it is somewhat more spacious than before, it is still very narrow and slightly cramped for two people walking side by side.

Bai Liu tilted his head and looked around, reaching out and comparing his hands, "It's about the size for a coffin to stand up and pass."

Mu Sicheng, a chill down his spine: "Can you change the word for measure?"

Bai Liu ponders for a moment, "This passage would allow a man and a half to walk."

Mu Sicheng: "......"

Thanks, there are more intimidated by.

After nearly three hours of walking, the exit of the passage finally appeared in front of them.

It was a dark, double-opened stone tomb door, with a stone sculpture of a cross-eyed, open-eyed, clawed San Qing Heavenly Father standing on one side, the door not completely closed, but with a gap for one person to enter and exit.

Bai Liu turned on his torch and shone a light on the stone door, "There are no signs of it being broken open forcibly from the outside, nor any signs of damage, it should have opened naturally."

Mu Sicheng, holding his camera up to the tomb door, frowned and asked, "Shouldn't such an ancient tomb door be welded shut? Can they still open naturally?"

Bai Liu sidled through the tomb door, he held up his torch and turned his head to look at the sides of the door, "It opens from the inside."

There are two lifting buttons to the left and right of the inner side of the tomb door, and the string underneath the button is attached to the stone door, a very simple device of the sort that, at a glance, you can tell that pressing it will open the door.

Mu Sicheng's heart skipped twice as he watched, and he swallowed hard: "...... Shit, why do you need a button to open the tomb door from the inside to repair the tomb! The tomb is full of dead people inside, how can it come out by itself!"

Bai Liu looked around with his torch and replied casually, "That can only mean that the person who built the tomb knew when he was building it that the dead bodies inside these tombs would be able to open the doors themselves and come out years later."

After surveying the area, Bai Liu took two red candles, two candlesticks and a box of matches out of his backpack, all of which Bai Liu had sourced from the temple's altar this morning.

Bai Liu fixed the candles on top of the candlestick and stuck them in place, handed one to Mu Sicheng, and lit it with a match.

Mu Sicheng slung the camera around his neck, took the candlestick and looked at Bai Liu in confusion: "Do we use candles next? It's not very well lit, is it?"

"It's not just the lighting effect." Bai Liu held the candlestick inside, its dancing flames covered in an odd greenish hue.

Bai Liu explained blandly, "Remember where we were?"

Mu Sicheng looked around at the cramped surroundings, "In the tomb?"

Bai Liu scanned Mu Sicheng: "Not only in the tomb, we are also on the road to the underworld."

"In the underworld, you can't tell the difference between the living and the dead with fireless light, which means that with a torch, the camera can't tell if the other person is a human or a ghost, you have to use a light with fire like a candle to do that."

"So here, the candle that shines a shadow is a man, and the one without a shadow is a ghost."

Mu Sicheng's heart leapt: "No, aren't you and I the only people here? Does this still need a candle to be identified!"

Bai Liu holds the candle, the light of which illuminates the side of his face so brightly that there is no sign of a living person. What if I'm not."

Mu Sicheng, startled, subconsciously took a step back and held the candle up to shine a light on Bai Liu, relieved to find that Bai Liu could make a shadow on the wall, and said angrily, "Don't play with me!"

Bai Liu turned his head and walked straight ahead, "I'm not playing with you, ghosts have the ability to take on a form, what if it's not me you meet, but a ghost that takes on my form, how will you identify it without a candle?"

"In addition to that, [Mountain Ghosts Blow Out Lamps], when your lamp goes out in the tomb, don't go in, on the one hand this means that a ghost may appear and blow out your lamp, on the other hand it means that you may not have enough oxygen around you to supply the candle to burn anymore."

Mu Sicheng got goose bumps from Bai Liu: "What if the candle does go out?"

"No." Bai Liu said calmly, "This is the underworld, the land of ghosts, we've earned our keep if we survive a little longer, what else do you want to do?"

"If the ghost does come to blow your candle, just go along with him and last as long as you can ......"

Before Bai Liu's words were out of his mouth, Mu Sicheng clearly saw a pair of small hands made of greaseproof paper resting on Bai Liu's shoulders, and a papier-mache face peeking out of the darkness behind them.

The paper figure is white as flour, with two bright red blushes the size of a child's fist dotted on the cheekbones of the left and right sides of the face, wearing a red onyx melon cap and a long green and black coat, and a cheerful smile traced on his face.

Mu Sicheng could seem to hear the paper figure's two, eerie, heaving laughs as he watched it reach over Bai Liu's shoulder and blow on the candle Bai Liu was holding up.

At the same time, Mu Sicheng heard the sound of paper rubbing behind him, a pair of greaseproof hands covering his eyes, and a cheeky, sharp laugh from something riding on his shoulder.

Soon the candle held by Mu Sicheng is also extinguished.

The tomb was plunged into a darkness that was beyond reach.