Chapter 348: Yinshan Village

Unlike Qi Yifang, Hearts didn't seem offended, but instead she smiled gently and introduced herself calmly: "I'm Hearts, your opponent from the last match, why don't you always remember what I look like?"

Spades gazed calmly at Hearts: "Because it's not your real face."

"I don't keep track of the false disguises presented to seduce or satisfy certain desires, because it's different every time and there's no point in keeping track."

With that, Spades walked past the suddenly silent Hearts and said in a soft voice, "Excuse me, I'm going in to watch the game."

The moment Spades walked past Hearts and was about to disappear into the barrier of the ornamental pool, Hearts spoke abruptly, this time in a voice that was not soft, but rather dignified: "It's important to me to have someone like you, who is connected to Spades and the black whip."

Hearts turned, her face seemingly shifting and seemingly not, her burgundy eyes looking straight at Spades with a kind of girlish innocence: "Your name, and that black whip you're wearing, do you remember where it came from?"

Spades paused for a moment: "I don't remember." And with that, he stepped into the viewing pool.

Qi Yifang glanced cautiously at Queen Hearts, who was unusually silent, and at Spades, who had entered the viewing pool: "Queen, are we going back?"

"No." Hearts raised her eyes, and she gave that soft, full smile again, her eyes dazzling as she looked towards the viewing pool where Bai Liu was, "Spades isn't the only man in this game who can use a whip."

"There's always one that has something to do with the one I'm looking for."

Inside the ornamental pool.

Wang Shun was in a hurry: "Pool growth has really dropped to zero! The rate of growth of the Wild Lamb has doubled six times!"

"Eh, no rush, no rush." The Reverse God unhurriedly pushed Wang Shun down with a smile on his face, "The Frenzied Lamb has invested heavily in the pool, it's normal to double it five or six times."

"But turn it up further and the popularity piece will be hard to fill!" Wang Shun is sweating with impatience.

"It won't happen." The Reverse God looked up at the big screen, he was just about to speak when a Spades sat straight next to him and took his words with a bemused look, "Have faith in Bai Liu, these people will vote for him."

The Reverse God looked helplessly at the sudden appearance of Spades: "Where were you?"

"Met a woman I didn't know." Spades' words are succinctly brushed aside, but his eyes stay on the big screen, " Bai Liu, he's bound to gain a lot of converts."

Spades was so sure of himself that even Wang Shun, who had been fuming, calmed down.

"We've got a growth rate in our pool." Muke snapped his head up to look at the Reverse God, "Someone has gone heavy on Bai Liu, a player in our pool, for tens of millions of points, was it you?"

The Reverse God threw up his hands innocently, "No, I haven't had time yet."

Muke looked again at Spades: "Is that you?"

Spades didn't even bother to look at his Muke, he was looking down at his panel, clearing his points and then, without any emotion on his face, he chose Bai Liu, the tactician of the Wandering Circus, and then, a heavy position.

"Well, it's me now." Spades looked sideways at Xiang Muke and returned faintly.

Muke: "......"

The Reverse God helplessly held his forehead:" Muke is asking you if you voted for that previous ten million points heavy position, you can't impersonate people even if you vote now ......"

"If it isn't Spades, and it isn't the Reverse God, who else has the wherewithal ......" Wang Shun jerked his head towards Hearts, sitting distantly in a small corner of the ornamental pool, and exclaimed, out of breath "The Queen!"

Hearts smiles brightly and waves at Wang Shun as she lazily points to her panel.

The panel is separated by many seats and looks blurred, but from the general structure it appears to be a gambling pool betting panel.

"It's the Queen who has taken a heavy position in Bai Liu!"

Wang Shun was dazed by the successive large bets and asked, "Why did the Queen go heavy on Bai Liu!"

"Maybe he's got a crush on Bai Liu?" Bai Yi ventured, stealing a glance at Spades, "After all, it's time to say goodbye to the first and look for the second, and Bai Liu feels like Hearts' type, strong and good with a whip."

Spades turned his head expressionlessly to Bai Yi: "She can't fancy Bai Liu, Bai Liu and I already ......"

The Reverse God covered Spades' mouth with a quick eye and a polite smile and a raised hand, "I think the point is that the Frenzied Lamb is chasing the position and they're still betting."

Two consecutive heavy positions smashed Roving Circus straight into fourth place, with the gap between them and third-placed Fever Lamb getting smaller and smaller.

The men on the Frenzy Lamb side were already starting to look blue, but they were already smashing like this, there was no way they could close, and once they did they were bound to be reversed once they dropped, and the speed increase would be knocked back in a flash, so they had to keep chasing the position.

The Reverse God narrowed his eyes and smiled a friendly, affable smile, "Now all we have to do is keep putting thin lines into the pool to keep the gap with the Frenzied Lamb ever closing, but not overtaking them."

"Why can't we surpass them?" Bai Yi asked curiously.

Liu Jiayi gave the Reverse God a look, "In order to hang on to the Frenzied Lamb, forcing them to keep adding to their positions and drain the entire Frenzied Lamb guild, beyond which the Frenzied Lamb will not continue to add to their positions in order to keep the momentum over us."

The Reverse God eh, smiling, "It's not draining, I just hope they don't play this heavy game next time, it's quite unfriendly to the general audience."

Next time there is no ability to play this kind of heavy game, that is the guild are not much points ah, this is not drained ......

Liu Jiayi Averted his eyes.

She thought that this Reverse God seemed to have a good heart, but he was quite ruthless in his actions, not leaving any way back.

"It's up to Bai Liu to perform next." The Reverse God leaned back comfortably into the back of his seat and looked up at the big screen, "As long as Bai Liu can flip, no amount of Frenzied Lamb repositioning is going to matter."

On the big screen, Bai Liu is holding Mu Sicheng's neck as he rushes towards him, his face cold as he holds out his hand for Mu Sicheng to feed on his anger.

Mu Sicheng's face gradually faded from the abnormal greenish-white colour, and his incessant struggling and hissing movements stopped.

Bai Liu's face is whiter, his veins almost blue through his skin in the wavering candlelight.

Mu Sicheng, who had come back to his senses, gasped for breath, dropped to his knees and vomited several mouthfuls of foul-smelling black water, wiping his mouth and clenching his fists.

"...... If I become a ghost, will I attack you first who has been sucked by my anger?" Mu Sicheng asked in a mute voice, "Then you might as well take me ......"

"Well." Bai Liu helped Mu Sicheng to his feet and faintly blocked out Mu Sicheng's subsequent words, "So until then we need to find your body."

"...... My corpse is mostly over the bridge." Mu Sicheng looked towards the approaching paper bridge with a stony face, "But there are so many martyred bridge ghosts on the bridge ......"

Mu Sicheng felt a heavy coolness coming from the women holding white umbrellas and wearing white clothes on the bridge as they drew closer to Bai Liu.

The women, tall and slender, walk regularly across the bridge with their backs to Bai Liu, slowly at first, but the closer they get, the faster the women walk.

On a couple of occasions Mu Sicheng even felt a few women glance at them through the umbrella with resentment and expectation before jumping off, staring at them with a deadly grin on their faces as they jumped for life under the bridge.

Mu Sicheng felt an instinctive wince as a fishy taste rose in his throat: "Didn't you say there was no way to deal with the ghosts of the Martyred Bridge? How do we get across?"

Bai Liu looks at Mu Sicheng: "That's not for me to ask, it's for you to ask."

Mu Sicheng was confused: "Ask me?"

"Yes, because you've already crossed the bridge once." Bai Liu said.

Mu Sicheng subconsciously replied, "You instructed me and gave me the way to cross the ghost bridge! You told me to hold my breath and I could cross the ghost bridge!"

Bai Liu shook his head slightly, "I did guess that there was a paper ghost bridge in the tomb for burial, and told you that you could cross the ghost bridge by holding your breath, but that was only if there were no martyred ghosts on the bridge, if there were martyred ghosts, even if you held your breath you would still be followed."

Mu Sicheng asks, "What is a heel?"

Bai Liu explains, "The Martyred Bridge Ghost will think you are her husband when you are on the bridge and come to hold an umbrella for you and follow you to escort you home, this is called following your body."

Mu Sicheng's back began to chill: "...... What if she later found out I wasn't her husband?"

Bai Liu's tone was calm: "If you were her true husband, she would have gone down the bridge with you to her home with her umbrella, but if you were not, on the way down if she would have been full of resentment and hatred and dragged you down with her, martyring the bridge with her."

"...... Is it possible that the Martyred Bridge Ghost has been on this bridge for so long that she forgot what her husband looks like and couldn't identify me as her husband, thus allowing me to muddle through and cross the bridge?" Mu Sicheng was lucky.

Bai Liu denied, "It's unlikely. Ghosts recognize people by their yang energy, not their appearance, and nothing can deceive them except the [False Body Charm], which can change the yang energy of the living."

"So how did I get across the bridge?" Mu Sicheng was also confused, "I can't remember."

"No need to think about it." Bai Liu picked up Mu Sicheng and walked towards the paper bridge with a light expression, "Let's get on the bridge first, if you could cross it last time, you can do it this time."

Mu Sicheng was shocked: "Why? Won't the Martyred Bridge Ghost follow our bodies?"

"Don't worry about them." Bai Liu smiled, "They won't follow us around."

Mu Sicheng was full of doubt: "Why won't it follow our bodies? Didn't you say that any man with yang energy in his body would be followed?"

"Because we don't deserve to be followed." Bai Liu looked to the paper dodger walking ahead, "Their husbands are back."

"The real husband ......" Mu Sicheng snapped, looking back at the bridge, "you mean ......"

Mu Sicheng's words had not yet fallen, the first zombie being herded by the paper daoist in front of him jumped onto the bridge. The paper bridge was slightly shaken by the force of the zombie's tread, and the women, who had been walking forward with their umbrellas, turned around in unison and walked towards the bridge.

The umbrellas covered the women's faces, and their faces could not be seen, only the hems of their clothes falling to the ground as they were kicked away in small steps, revealing a pair of small, deformed, bony, crumpled feet, or "three-inch golden lily", as they were called.

They walked quickly to the zombie's front, slightly lifting the umbrella and holding it up for the zombie. As the zombie jumped, the small feet moved in one step, the ghostly steps wandered deeply, and the upper body holding the umbrella did not move at all.

Bai Liu looked at the treacherous scene of the women on the bridge coming over in turn to hold umbrellas for the zombies: "You said earlier that you vaguely remembered seeing paper people carrying incense burners on the bridge, so I was guessing that you followed these paper people across the bridge, and the fact that you managed to cross the bridge without these martyred bridge ghosts following your body could only mean one thing."

"They've taken on someone else's body." Bai Liu looked to Mu Sicheng, "These zombies are their real husbands."

Mu Sicheng was in a daze for a moment and then said angrily, "You knew all along, didn't you! That's why you went straight after the Paper Daoist!"

"You know and you don't say anything! It's fun to scare me isn't it!" Mu Sicheng denounced angrily.

Bai Liu replied honestly: "Yes, I've scared people before, not ghosts, and it's quite fun."

Mu Sicheng, the ghost of the tiger: "......"