Chapter 351: Yinshan Village

Mu Sicheng's mind became more and more dizzy, and everything in front of him appeared to be a double image.

Another floating corpse came around and approached Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng subconsciously slapped it, but the floating corpse dodged, Mu Sicheng slapped Bai Liu on the face, Bai Liu's head went down a little, and his lip was broken on the sharp teeth.

A thread of blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, dripping down onto his fangs and melting into the edge of Bai Liu's lips.

Mu Sicheng is still tugging at these deadly floating corpses, his face is like a thick layer of plaster putty, and he can't even see his features in general, his arms and legs are turned over and his wrists and elbows are facing inwards.

The white bodies of the floating corpses on the surface pile up in front of Mu Sicheng, while those under the water sway and drag Mu Sicheng's ankles, some of them taking the opportunity to dive around Mu Sicheng and in front of Bai Liu behind him.

Bai Liu, hanging below the bridge, is pulled by several floaters who have slipped past, his shirt nearly torn.

Bai Liu's eyes opened slowly as the drop of blood from his lips dripped off the water.

Mu Sicheng was pulled halfway out of the water, his collar was grabbed and pulled to the side, and a violent golden light exploded behind him, enveloping the floating corpses and the woman in white in front of him.

The golden light was so dazzling and brilliant that one dared not look at it, and Mu Sicheng, who had been pulled aside, felt a push and pull to be sucked in.

Bai Liu opened a tattered umbrella in front of Mu Sicheng, and golden light burst out from the inside of the umbrella, trapping the pursuing floating corpses and the martyred bridge ghosts.

The floating corpses and the bridge ghosts were grim-faced, struggling miserably with their limbs outstretched, trying to break free from the white umbrella, but they were held in place like small pieces of iron caught in a magnet, unable to move a muscle inside Bai Liu's open umbrella under the bridge.

Bai Liu hung his umbrella on a hook under the bridge, walked around these floating corpses and ghosts from beneath the surface of the water, and then surfaced again, with a pale face, holding out his wrist to suck some life into Mu Sicheng, who was already looking dumbfounded from the sidelines.

As soon as 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 rolled onto the bridge and quickly turned and pulled Bai Liu up under the bridge by his arms, holding him by one shoulder and running hard under the bridge without looking back.

Mu Sicheng looks back and sees the woman with half her face missing, running after Bai Liu with her face full of spite, her mouth so long that it clicks up and down as if she were talking, and through it you can see the mud and sand and the rotting white bones of the back of her neck.

Mu Sicheng's voice rises: "She's chasing us!"

"Don't look back." Bai Liu, leaning over Mu Sicheng's shoulder, warned softly, his face looking haggard but his tone still calm, "She can't chase her off the bridge."

Bai Liu's calmness calmed Mu Sicheng, who, with almost all his strength, half-carried him off the bridge and all the way to the entrance of the main chamber, before he dared to put Bai Liu down on his shoulders and sit limply on the ground, panting heavily.

Although Mu Sicheng was by definition already a ghost and didn't need to breathe, the intensity of the situation had just triggered a physical reaction in him to be human.

Mu Sicheng propped his hands back on the ground, tilted his head and chest heaving violently, his eyes were lax, and his mouth asked, "...... isn't coming after us, is it?"

Bai Liu leaned against the earthen wall and looked over the bridge, "No chase."

The Martyred Bridge Ghost, dressed in white, wandered back and forth across the bridge, watching from afar, the upper half of her face already grown, seemingly staring dead at Bai Liu's side, but not a moment later, she turned again, ghostly, and walked end to end, step by step, towards the bridge, opened her arms, leapt, and plunged down.

The spreading darkness gradually engulfed the bridge, and all that could be seen was some floating green luminescence, and some forlorn, unearthly sobs of women could be heard: the

"How come you haven't returned yet, leaving your slave alone to guard the bridge day and night ......"

Mu Sicheng finally breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "At last, it has stopped."

"How do you know they won't chase you under the bridge?" Mu Sicheng slowed down as he turned to Bai Liu and asked curiously, "And that umbrella, how come it suddenly glowed gold inside?"

Bai Liu stood up and clapped his hands and looked down at Mu Sicheng, who was still sitting on the ground: "Do you remember that I showed you that there was a yellow talisman stuck in that umbrella?"

Mu Sicheng thought for a moment, "Remember."

Bai Liu: "That charm is called the [Body Binding Charm], and its function is to trap the ghosts in the place where they died tragically in life, so it can be said that it is a kind of formation to trap the evil spirits, which is one of the Maoshan proper arts."

"My Handbook of Evil Arts in Maoshan mentions the function of this charm, but there is no method of drawing this charm. Using this charm on the martyred bridge ghost on this bridge is obviously stopping people from crossing the bridge and is meant to kill us, the two people who have mistakenly entered the tomb."

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

"This charm is very new, it was drawn not more than a day ago." Bai Liu lowered his eyes, "If there are no other strangers in this Yinshan village, then the odds are that Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi did it."

Mu Sicheng cursed, "Two idiots."

"But it's not all bad that they're willing to draw charms to secretly harm us." Bai Liu slowly drew a wet, but still intact, talisman from his own sleeve, and there it was, the [Body-Binding Talisman].

Bai Liu smiled, "We are in short supply of positive spells."

Mu Sicheng exclaimed, "You've torn the talisman off the umbrella!"

"Well, because there was more than one talisman in the umbrella, Kong Xuyang seemed to have stuck three talismans inside the martyred bridge ghost's umbrella in order to make sure that his plan would not go awry and that he would definitely be able to trap the bridge crossers." Bai Liu put away the charms and looked to Mu Sicheng, "One I tore off, one I put on the martyred bridge ghost, and one I left inside the umbrella."

Mu Sicheng finally responded, "Those floating corpses are dead in the river under the bridge, so you told me to take a detour back under the bridge and then shine a [binding charm] umbrella with a sticker on them and they'll be trapped because the charm will trap them in the spot they were before they died!"

Bai Liu nodded: "My plan was correct, but the execution went a bit awry."

Mu Sicheng noticed the two small sharp teeth on Bai Liu's lips and stood up in anger, pointing at Bai Liu and cursing: "You call that a small diversion! You fucking fainted! You almost turned into a zombie! You almost turned us all into ghosts with this plan!"

Bai Liu sighs regretfully, "How did I know you were so useless, I've got the prop umbrella to clear the ghost bridge, and the path to get under the bridge has been told to you, all you have left to do is open it."

"But you actually went and fought against these floating corpses." Bai Liu glanced quietly at Mu Sicheng, then withdrew his gaze and shook his head gently, "...... Forget it, I can't blame you, it's my fault for picking you as a teammate."

Mu Sicheng: "......"

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

Why is he so stupid? Yes, why didn't he think of opening the umbrella then?

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

Bai Liu, who didn't tell his teammates about the plan, passed out in the middle of it, and dumped all the blame on them afterwards, gave Mu Sicheng a glance and patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, just be careful next time, let's go."

Mu Sicheng glanced at Bai Liu's sharp teeth showing outside his lips, feeling increasingly guilty, and asked in a squirming voice: "...... Are you okay with this zombie tooth?"

"It's fine." 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, my kind is at best too much Yin."

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

"The yin qi and yin water of the nether bridge path affected me quite a lot as a living person and made me blur in consciousness for a while." Bai Liu looks to Mu Sicheng, "I could have fallen into this blurred state of consciousness later on, but there are ways to wake me up."

Mu Sicheng listened attentively: "What is the solution?"

Bai Liu points to the blood stain on his fangs: "That's it, the blood of the living, the blood of the living that wakes me up."

Mu Sicheng was stunned: "This tomb is full of ghosts of the underworld, where did the blood of the living come from ......"

"I am." Bai Liu smiled slightly, "I am heavy with Yin but I am still a living person, my blood is useful, you knocked my teeth earlier and made me bleed, I will wake up on my own when I taste this."

Mu Sicheng was silent for a long time: "Thank you, brother."

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

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

As they spoke they walked towards the main chamber and soon came to the place where the paper doyen had burned earlier, the floor was a mass of ashes, and one step further in and they stepped into the main tomb passage.

The passage was pitch black, with no light at all visible, but one could smell a sickeningly strong scent of scented candle oil paste, interspersed with the sweet, cloying scent of a rotting melon delight.

And unlike the chill of the ghostly bridge before, Bai Liu the closer they got to the main tomb, the warmer it became, with bursts of heat coming from within, the smell of rotting melons and joyful sweets becoming fresh and the smell of scented candles and oil and cream becoming pleasant.

The sound of cheeky glasses being interlaced, the sound of people congratulating each other, the sound of footsteps coming and going, the sound of children playing and scolding, all these sounds passing through the tomb paths become echoes with long, indistinct trailing tones, changing from joyful to eerie.

"There's a lot of activity inside this tomb." Bai Liu looked towards the main tomb with seeming understanding, "It sounds like a big feast."

Mu Sicheng rubbed his arms, his goose bumps rising: "There's not a lot of ghosts in here, is there?"

"I don't know if it's a lot." Bai Liu's eyes were level, "Quite a lot, all in all, or it wouldn't be run."

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

The dark passage was lit up with red lanterns from the outside to the inside, with the word Xi Xi on them in white, hanging from the outside to the inside where Bai Liu could not see them.

The voice in the tomb passage, which had been muffled, became clear and sharp: "A guest has come to congratulate us!"