Chapter 344: Yinshan Village

After taking two mouthfuls of Bai Liu's energy, Mu Sicheng regained his human form and led him deeper into the tomb.

But although Mu Sicheng was walking ahead of Bai Liu, the only sound in the darkened tomb was Bai Liu's footsteps.

Bai Liu holds a candlestick up to Mu Sicheng, who is walking in front of him, and casts a glance at Mu Sicheng's shadow on the wall with his afterglow.

Mu Sicheng's swaying shadow fades, like a wisp of smoke on the wall.

Now and then they would come across a wine jar or two placed in the middle of a grave path on their way.

Mu Sicheng carefully stepped in front of Bai Liu, allowing him to get behind him and out of the way of the wine jar.

The wine jar seems to be able to smell the scent of the living, slowly turning in a half circle as Bai Liu moves around, the red paper on the mouth of the jar arching slightly twice, and then slowly subsiding when it detects the scent of the ghosts on Mu Sicheng's body.

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief as he glanced back at the wine jar quietly guarding the middle of the road and patted his chest with palpitations, "This wine jar is also found in the Hall of Joy, it chases people, I don't know what it contains."

"That thing contains the bones of drowned people, and it runs after the breath of the living." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "Do you remember when this wine jar didn't chase you?"

Mu Sicheng was stunned as he frowned and thought for a moment: "...... I don't remember much, I feel like these jars of wine haven't really been bothering me since I escaped."

Bai Liu mused, "Then your body must have been lost on the way out of the wedding hall, did anything strange happen in between, apart from you turning back to save me?"

Mu Sicheng struggles to remember: "...... can't quite remember, I think I came across some paper men, carrying something ......"

The sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind Bai Liu, a peculiar, confetti-stomping sound, a stop-and-go, as if something was leaping down the stairs, each sound a heavy, heavy landing of feet that sounded like they were moving slowly, but were almost instantly close to Bai Liu's back.

The candlestick in Bai Liu's hand swung violently, and the fire was suddenly blue and white. He quickly pulled Mu Sicheng into a nearby tomb passage and sidled up behind him, gathering his hands to cover the faint light of the candle.

In the very faint light of a candle, a pair of robust and greenish-white hands with dark, sharp nails jumped out from within the damp and gloomy low tomb passage.

The hands jumped again and finally lit up the body hidden behind the darkness. With these hands was a middle-aged man with a yellow charm on his forehead, dressed in a waistcoat and shorts.

The middle-aged man was tall and strong, his complexion an abnormal greenish-purple, his lips dark, his eyes sunken, staring straight ahead at the road, two long fangs stuck into the flesh at the sides of his mouth, his knees bouncing forward without any bending at all, and an Old Zhang old, yellow talisman plastered on his forehead that seemed ready to fall off at any moment because of the bouncing.

Bai Liu squinted at the yellow talisman for a moment and confirmed that the talisman drawn on it was the Yin Corpse Talisman from the Maoshan Evil Art, a talisman used to refine the dead into Yin corpses.

The corpses can be used to drive the person who draws the talisman, but at the same time, the person who draws the talisman will also be devastated, and once the person who draws the talisman is dying, these corpses will turn around and devour their master.

Through the dusty vest, one can faintly glimpse a large, bone-deep gash in the back of the middle-aged man's zombie, which has been simply and crudely sewn up, but at a glance it was sewn up post-mortem, and the spine inside can still be seen where the stitching was done.

This large slash should have been the middle-aged man's fatal wound.

The zombie jumped very fast, just once, high over Bai Liu's body, but then a second zombie jumped out of the darkness behind it.

This zombie looks about the same age as the one before it, both young and old, and also has a large wound on its body, on its neck.

The zombie's head had been chopped almost to the point of cleavage and had been sewn back on, but the stitchers were clearly not very good at their craft and as it throbbed the zombie's neck split open and its head fell to one side, its dark eyes looking straight at Bai Liu and the others hidden in the shadowed tomb.

The crooked-necked zombie's nostrils twitched twice as it seemed to smell the scent of a stranger, and a kind of angry cross-eyed look appeared on its stiff face as it leapt in towards the tomb passage with a twist of its flat hands.

Mu Sicheng looks tense as he stands in front of Bai Liu, who hides behind Mu Sicheng's shoulder, hiding the candlestick behind him with one hand and calmly covering his mouth and nose with the other.

The zombie's head was tilted and it opened its fanged mouth, and with a grim look on its face, it approached the left side of Mu Sicheng's neck and sniffed twice, as if it would bite as soon as it caught the scent of a stranger.

Bai Liu is now hiding behind Mu Sicheng's right shoulder, back to back with Mu Sicheng.

The zombies have poor eyesight, travel under the moon and like to eat human blood. They rely on their sense of smell and like to sniff around the seven orifices of the human body, where the anger flows.

The zombie sniffs Mu Sicheng's face, confusion creeping into its crooked head, and with a sinister flash of its fangs, it turns around and pokes at Mu Sicheng's left shoulder.

Bai Liu, who had his back to the zombie, moved as if he could see the zombie's movements and ducked behind Mu Sicheng's right shoulder again.

It poked Mu Sicheng's shoulder with its nails to make sure it was a ghost, and then turned its hands away.

Mu Sicheng, almost his entire body, oh no it was a ghost, was deflated as he leaned his back against Bai Liu and let out a long breath, wiping the non-existent cold sweat from his face, "Finally, we're gone ......"

"It's not over yet." Bai Liu's voice came very softly from behind Mu Sicheng, "There should be five more, seven zombies in total."

As soon as Bai Liu's words left his mouth, a new zombie jumped out in front of Mu Sicheng, who was just as curious about Mu Sicheng as the previous zombie.

Bai Liu, who is familiar with Mu Sicheng's scent, uses Mu Sicheng's flexibility to hide and succeeds in making the vampire think that Mu Sicheng is just a freshly dead ghost who is still alive.

The zombie grimaced and threatened Mu Sicheng, poking him in the shoulder with his fingernails and disliking him.

Mu Sicheng couldn't understand zombie talk, but he deduced from the expression on the old zombie's face that the other man should be scolding him to go away if he wasn't human.

Mu Sicheng: "......"

While that does seem to be the case, it really does sound like cursing.

This process was repeated six times in a row, except for the first zombie who didn't come and chatter about Mu Sicheng, but every zombie that followed came and sniffed Mu Sicheng, and some even took a bite out of Mu Sicheng, then left in disgust, and repeated the process with the next zombie.

Mu Sicheng, who has been bitten twice on both sides of his neck and face, is inconsolable: "......"

What are you sharks! Can't you tell each other if a bite doesn't taste good! You have to come back and bite me again!

But Mu Sicheng now realises that there are advantages to being a ghost, he is not so afraid of these things anymore.

Mu Sicheng was about to probe to make sure there was nothing behind them when Bai Liu caught him behind him.

Bai Liu looked into the dark tunnel, "Something else has not passed, there are noises, don't go out."

Mu Sicheng held his breath for a long time, not hearing anything, but his nose was always good and he caught the smell of a very greasy scented candle.

Slowly, Mu Sicheng also heard a clicking sound, like someone walking on top of paper, small and fragmentary, but echoing back and forth in the darkness of the tomb.

Bai Liu's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked deeper into the tomb, where a little wavering orange light swayed erratically, like a ghostly spectre, a floating light on the river, making it impossible to see the distance, but one could actually feel it coming closer.

In the distance, the bit of yellow fire drew closer and closer, finally giving a glimpse of the true contents hidden within it.

Mu Sicheng saw a huge triangular bronze incense burner with countless high incense and candles burning, sparks waving everywhere, illuminating the entire tomb path as if it were bright daylight, and carrying this incense burner forward were some paper figures that had been crushed to the point of deformation.

The paper figures' entire bodies were flattened and deformed under the enormous weight of the incense burner, and the faces that had been painted with joyful faces were crushed into creased and stacked eerie expressions, and the clothes on their bodies were squeezed so that it was impossible to see what had been painted.

Little by little, the paper people carry the incense burners, and every now and then, sparks float down to ignite the paper people carrying the incense burners.

The paper figures were set alight by sparks and their bodies burst into flames, and Mu Sicheng could hear the strange laughter of the paper figures in the glaring flames as they curled and distorted.

"Hee hee~"

"Hee hee~"

The swaying incense burners and burning paper figures seem to pass Mu Sicheng and Bai Liu lightly and heavily, followed by a papier-mache Taoist at the end of the procession carrying the incense burners.

This paper daoist is one of the most beautifully crafted paper figures, with a lifelike face and delicately traced features like those of a real person, black eyebrows and long beard, and a dignified appearance, except for one pair of eyes with no pearls, which are not painted in the middle of the eye socket.

In addition to this, the paper daoist was covered in talismans, and with one hand, two fingers raised above his head, he held a golden bell in his hand and a peach sword in the other, pointing towards the incense burner in front of him, his eyes open with a pair of white ink eyes without eyes, and he walked straight ahead with one step on his left foot and one step on his right, making the sound of walking on paper that Mu Sicheng had heard before.

With such a bizarre scene, Mu Sicheng's guts, which had just rapidly swelled because he was a ghost, flew back as he tugged on Bai Liu's sleeve and asked in a whisper, "What's ...... going on?"

Bai Liu looked at the paper daoist: "Paper man chasing a corpse."