Chapter 345: Yinshan Village

The paper doyen walks slowly past Bai Liu, and unlike the small, stiff paper figures, it moves as smoothly and freely as a real person.

At the moment when the paper daoist passed Bai Liu, Bai Liu launched Mu Sicheng, matching the sound of the paper man's footsteps, and followed closely behind.

Mu Sicheng looked back at Bai Liu with a questioning look on his face, gestured and asked with a gesture: What are we doing here?

Bai Liu replied with a gesture: You have seen paper men chasing corpses before, follow them and you may find your body.

The paper daoist strides forward with the peach sword in his hand, seemingly blind to Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng who are following him because of his lack of eyes, and as he passes through one tomb after another, Bai Liu hears the sound of rushing water.

After another passage through the narrow tomb, a long river, some fifty metres wide, appears in front of Bai Liu.

The water in the river flows rapidly, and Bai Liu can see the splash of the water against the rocks in the light of the incense burner raised by the paper figures in front of him, over which a short white bridge spans.

The bridge is so low and narrow that it almost touches the water, and there are no guard rails on either side, so it feels like anyone on the bridge could reach the water with one hand.

Of course there was no one on the bridge, only a few shadows of Bai Liu, whose exact appearance was not visible for the moment, trailing slowly across the bridge.

The closer we got to the river and the bridge, the more Bai Liu could smell a strange watery stench, and the short white bridge, which looked like a rock from afar, turned out to be just a paper bridge made of greasy paper, on top of which came and went some ghosts with dull faces, walking on tiptoe, and some black translucent remnants.

But these are not the most striking features, the most striking are the women on the bridge, holding white umbrellas and walking gracefully as if in the rain.

With their backs to Bai Liu, these women, holding oil-paper umbrellas and wearing white birthday dresses, shake their white handkerchiefs in their bare feet as they walk from the middle of the bridge to its head, swinging their umbrellas back and forth, as if ready to turn back.

Mu Sicheng was waiting with bated breath for the women to turn around, but the women with umbrellas suddenly dropped them and jumped into the river.

The bodies of these women floated face down under the paper bridge, their hair spreading long in the water, floating motionlessly under the bridge, but as the bodies crossed the bridge, the bodies became face up again.

The face-up corpse had a malevolent smile on its puffy, black and blue face, and its two eyes were fixed on the "man" still walking on the bridge, turning from side to side in search of something, but when it could not find it, the malevolent smile on the corpse's face became more and more distorted, and then slowly drifted away.

Shortly afterwards, women walking with oil-paper umbrellas suddenly appear again in the middle of the bridge.

Bai Liu stared at these women walking from the bridge, and soon he noticed what seemed to be the same batch of women, floating in a constant loop over the bridge and under the river, walking over it again and again, jumping off it, and floating under it again.

Every time they drifted under the bridge these women's eyes would be dead on the bridge as if they were looking for something.

As they failed to find them again and again, the women looked at the passers-by on the bridge with increasing resentment and venom, as if they were resenting the "people" on the bridge for blocking their search.

Mu Sicheng, creeped out by the creepy women, hastily tugged on Bai Liu's sleeve: "...... What are they doing?"

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng: "You've walked this bridge once, and now you don't remember anything?"

Mu Sicheng was stunned and muttered, "...... don't remember."

Bai Liu withdrew her eyes, "According to the Evil Art of Maoshan, these women are supposed to be martyred bridge ghosts."

Mu Sicheng asks, "What is a martyred bridge ghost?"

Bai Liu looks at these women with paper umbrellas: "It is said that in ancient times when husbands left home, the women of the family would go over the bridge day after day to stand guard with umbrellas, rain or shine, waiting for their husbands to return home, but if instead of the happy news of their husbands' return, the news was one of bereavement, some of the women would jump off the bridge in grief and be buried."

Mu Sicheng looked at the women with some sympathy at this point: "So they are looking for their husbands back home?"

"I suppose so." Bai Liu swept a sympathetic look at Mu Sicheng, "The resentment of the floating corpses that die under the bridge is strong, and the corpse's ghosts will circle around the bridge for generations, keeping watch and waiting for their husbands, and if they can't find their husbands, they will pull down all the men who cross the bridge."

Mu Sicheng exclaimed, "What's the point of dragging me into this! I'm not her husband!"

Bai Liu nodded calmly, "Yeah, and people know that, so if they find out after pulling you off that you're not their husband, they'll drown you alive in their grief over mistaken identity and then leave you alone to continue waiting for their husband."

Mu Sicheng: "......"

"Shit!" Mu Sicheng reacted as he pulled Bai Liu back, his brow furrowed, "So there are martyred bridge ghosts, wouldn't it be dangerous for you, a living person, to cross this bridge?"

Bai Liu's eyes darkened: "Yes, the Martyred Bridge Ghost is one of the most dangerous ghosts in the Maoshan Evil Art."

"The grievances of the martyred bridge ghosts cannot be hedged, they can only be drained, and if there is no talisman that can disguise us as their husbands, once they find out that we are nothing more than two strange men, we will definitely be dragged off the bridge together and drowned alive, trapped inside this cycle on and off the bridge."

Mu Sicheng listened with a chill down his back: "So do you have a camouflage charm?"

Bai Liu paused: "No, that is a positive charm called [False Body Charm], which is not in this evil record of mine."

"Then we don't cross the bridge, we go back and count ......" Before Mu Sicheng could say anything, he suddenly shuddered spasmodically for a few moments, and the blackness on his face became violently thick, and he fell on the ground with his limbs deformed, his eyes red, and he charged at Bai Liu with his teeth bared. He rushed towards Bai Liu!

At the other end, in the catacombs.

Kong Xuyang, holding a candlestick with an amulet on his head, chatted smugly with Yang Zhi, who was also wearing an amulet: "So Bai Liu will probably die in the tomb, right?"

Yang Zhi nodded in agreement and gave Kong Xuyang a thumbs up with hidden praise on his face, "That's for sure Brother Kong, you really did a great job, really great, introducing them straight into the tomb."

Kong Xuyang pretended to be impatient and waved away Yang Zhi's hand: "This is nothing high, a guiding talisman for the corpses to show them the way, the main thing is that Bai Liu likes to be dead, he dares to rush into the tomb without anything, isn't this asking for death?"

"He's happy to take risks with his own tactical style, can that be considered high for me? Isn't it all about the opposition?"

Kong Xuyang sighed and patted the ash on his hand, and sighed in a pretentious manner, "Of course I still hope Bai Liu can struggle to survive for a little longer, otherwise it would be too easy to win this game just by watching us push the monster decrypt all the way, there's nothing to watch, the attention can't be raised, how can I earn popularity?"

Yang Zhi nodded repeatedly and was also quite impressed: "I thought Bai Liu was so good when I watched him play before, but I didn't expect to see him in the hands of Brother Kong."

Kong Xuyang scoffed: "Awesome? A real life laid off worker, loser, can compare to me?"

"But Bai Liu has at least been the number one Rising Star and number one in the King's List on his own merit." Yang Zhi cited Bai Liu's achievements without any awareness, not noticing that Kong Xuyang's face had sunk, "I didn't expect to lose so easily ......"

"Are you finished?" Kong Xuyang gave Yang Zhi a sorrowful sweep.

Yang Zhi then realised that he seemed to have poked Kong Xuyang in the face and quickly added: "But you're no match for Brother Kong!"

But Yang Zhi himself was a bit vain after saying that, because Kong Xuyang had never been number one in the King's list.

Kong Xuyang was held down by Hearts the year before, Spades last year, and this year, when he finally looked like he was going to get one, Bai Liu came out of nowhere to take it away from him.

Kong Xuyang sneered and ignored Yang Zhi, heading deeper into the chamber with his candlestick.

They were surrounded by women with oil-paper umbrellas, ghosts crawling on the ground and brides with their heads covered, but Kong Xuyang walked through them as if they were in no man's land, and the ghosts did not harm them, and the women in oil-paper umbrellas even came to hold them up.

It was only when they were escorted to a new chamber that the woman turned around with her umbrella and walked slowly away, leaving a water-stained footprint on the floor of the tomb.

Yang Zhi looked at the woman walking away and patted her heart afterwards, "This [False Body Charm] is so powerful that the Martyred Bridge Ghosts took us directly as their husbands and gave us an umbrella."

"If not for this [False Body Charm] ......" Yang Zhi seemed to remember something terrible and shivered.

Kong Xuyang also had a sad face, but his mouth cursed viciously, "These women are too crazy, last time I crossed this Ben, I almost died in the hands of these martyred bridge ghosts, damn, once I found out that I was not their man, I became their enemy, a bunch of cunts!"

Yang Zhi had a heart attack: "Yes, and the only weakness in the book of these martyred bridge monsters is their husbands! If it wasn't for Brother Kong, you would have found the [False Body Charm] from the Maoshan book in time, we would have all died!"

"Fucking bitch." Kong Xuyang cursed sinisterly twice, but the expression on his face soothed again at the thought of something.

Kong Xuyang sniggered, "Didn't you try to fuck me up last time? This time just follow the body honestly and give me an umbrella."

Yang Zhi laughed twice as he rubbed his hands together lecherously, " Brother Kong you command, maybe these women can still ......"

Kong Xuyang interrupted Yang Zhi with a disgusted wave of his hand, "You have too much taste!"

Yang Zhi wisely changed the subject, "How far do you think Bai Liu and the others can go in the catacombs?"

Kong Xuyang was interested again when he heard this: "We have already been through this tomb, but the most dangerous thing is the thirty or so brides in the wedding hall, the ghosts of the martyred bridge, and the zombies."

"Of course the scariest thing is that Daoist in the main chamber." Kong Xuyang said here looking a little more solemn, "That thing is at least a big monster with a panel worth 20,000 to 30,000, we must not let that thing wake up or we will all die."

"After the seventh day, within two days, that zombie will start to awaken after sucking enough Yin Qi from the last batch of village people in Yinshan Village, and will start to slaughter the village after it awakens, there is no way to stop it." Kong Xuyang's face was dark and sullen, "Last time, as soon as we logged out of the game, that Taoist priest killed all the remaining players trapped inside."

"Quite a few of those players are big guild prospective players now, and they have no resistance at all in front of that Daoist."

Yang Zhi thought of the Taoist priest with a pale face, "It's okay, the game will be over once Bai Liu is dead, they won't last long enough to martyr the bridge ghost."

"I was hoping that Bai Liu and the others would be able to hold on a little longer and keep the match going for a while longer, after all Bai Liu is said to have a large crowd supporting him, so I guess the crowd would like to see Bai Liu for a while longer." Kong Xuyang shrugged his shoulders with a look of regret, but a malicious smile grew on his face, "I'm a man who is always willing to accommodate the wishes of the audience."

"But Bai Liu, if he really can't even play with a bunch of outcasts who give me umbrellas, I wonder what those viewers who support him will think when they see this scene?"

Yang Zhi said with understanding, "How can they support Bai Liu, they'll come to support Brother Kong!"