The invincible female ghost is a bit love-struck.

After the figure finished speaking in Lu Yuan's voice, the stone chamber fell silent.

It was so quiet that even the sound of water being poured from the well seemed to be muffled by something.

Xu Erxiao was the first to turn around, glance at Lu Yuan behind him, and then look at the figure above the stone path who was about the same height as Lu Yuan.

"Brother Lu, when did you go over there?"

"I didn't move."

Lu Yuan stared at the shadow, his voice low.

Wang Chengan held the broken abacus frame across his chest and swallowed.

"It even mimics your speech perfectly."

"It's not about learning."

Lu Yuandao.

"It's speaking through my shadow."

Upon hearing this, the shadow suddenly raised its hand.

Its gesture of raising its hand was exactly the same as Lu Yuan's.

The tip of the knife was slightly downward, and the wrist was tilted outward by half an inch.

That was a habit Lu Yuan had developed over many years of using knives.

It was a pose that no bystander could have guessed.

Lin Zhaoxuan's face turned pale.

"Can it do as you say?"

"A shadow is something that follows a person," Lu Yuan said. "But once a shadow moves before a person, it is no longer a shadow."

"What is that?"

Song Qinghe asked.

"Shadow Soul".

Lu Yuan took out a match from his waist, held it between two fingers, but did not light it.

"A person's shadow, revealed by the sun, moon, and lamplight, belongs to the form. The spirit of the shadow, however, is bound by name, origin, and thoughts, belonging to the soul."

"In the mountains, the shadows are stripped from people's feet, and then a yin energy is stuffed inside, which is how this thing is formed."

Xu Erxiao lowered his voice:

"Is it your shadow?"

"no."

Lu Yuan stared at that blank face.

"It only used my form."

The shadow suddenly grinned.

Although there were no facial features on its face, a dark slit appeared where its mouth should be.

"you're right."

"You have no parents, no ancestral graves, no brothers, and no hometown."

"If you die, no one will burn paper money for you."

"You're lost, and no one's looking for you."

"You won't even tell me where you came from."

"This kind of shadow is the easiest to peel away."

Xu Erxiao suddenly turned his head.

"Brother Lu..."

Lu Yuan raised his hand, signaling him to be quiet.

The shadow continued:

They left you a name, but they didn't leave you any roots.

"Where are you from?"

"Where will you go after you die?"

"Lu Yuan, you are like the child in the well, someone with nowhere to go."

The oil lamp in the stone chamber flickered softly.

Wang Chengan didn't understand all the meaning in the shadow's words, but instinctively he gripped the abacus frame tighter.

"Brother Lu, don't listen to its nonsense."

"I know."

Lu Yuan gave a reply.

He has been in this world for many years.

Many years ago, he was just an ordinary person on Earth.

That sudden transmigration brought no family letters, ancestral tablets, or old belongings, nor did it leave him any trace of his origin that this world could acknowledge. In the land beyond the Great Wall, he had no ancestral graves, no family genealogy, and no one knew where he truly came from.

All his roots were earned little by little by treading through snow, mud, and piles of dead bodies.

His master, his junior brother, and these fellow travelers are the things he is willing to protect now.

But these cannot explain evil spirits.

Evil spirits are best at interpreting a person's flaws as destiny.

"Where I came from is none of your business."

Lu Yuandao.

The shadow took a step forward.

It casts no shadow.

"Then leave your place of departure."

As soon as he finished speaking, many dark red footprints suddenly lit up around the stone chamber.

The footprints stretched out from the depths of the stone path, varying in size, some belonging to adults and others to children, their soles wet, as if they had just climbed out of the bottom of a well.

The last pair of footprints stopped at Lu Yuan's feet.

His shadow suddenly darkened.

The shadow cast by the oil lamp looked as if it were being pulled outwards from the soles of the feet by an invisible hand, and the edges began to blur.

Lu Yuan glanced down at it.

Shadow's right foot had already slipped off his shoe and was slowly sliding deeper into the stone path.

"Brother Lu!"

Xu Erxiao flung out the red cloth, trying to entangle the shadow.

The red cloth fell to the ground, but passed through the shadows and struck the stone slab heavily.

Wang Chengan said urgently:

"This thing isn't in front of us!"

"It's inside the lamp."

Lu Yuan suddenly said.

Song Qinghe was taken aback.

"In the lamp?"

"It's not the oil lamp itself, but the surface illuminated by its light."

Lu Yuan squatted down and placed the unlit match horizontally on the ground, with the match head facing north and the wooden stick facing south.

"The shadow is born with the light, and the shadow disappears when the light goes out. It borrows light, not fire."

Lin Zhaoxuan immediately understood.

"Turn off the lights?"

"We cannot wipe them all out."

Lu Yuan looked at the shadow that was constantly moving away.

"After we are all wiped out, our shadows will all belong to it."

"It needs to be replaced with light."

He took out a small pinch of incense ash from the cloth bag, and then pulled out a piece of brittle yellow paper.

Those were blank pages torn from the list of donors in the outer cave.

Lu Yuan spread the yellow paper on the ground, dipped his index finger in incense ash, and wrote three characters on the paper:

"Zhaoying Pass".

After finishing writing, he bit his middle finger and pressed it on the last stroke of the character "关".

The blood didn't fall onto the paper; instead, it seeped outwards along the strokes of the paper, like ink flowing backwards.

Lu Yuan sat down cross-legged, his left hand forming the Zi-Wu Mudra.

Pinch the base of the middle finger with your thumb, straighten and bring your index and middle fingers together, tuck your ring and little fingers inward, and turn your palm down.

The right hand makes a sword gesture.

Extend your index and middle fingers, bend your ring and little fingers, and press your thumb against the base of your two fingers.

He paused his right hand in a sword gesture in front of his brow and chanted in a deep voice:

"The sun is the essence of Yang, the moon is the spirit of Yin, the lamp illuminates people, and the shadow represents people's feet. Now, with a fire without roots, I illuminate the name of a master."

"Now, with unclaimed paper, the invisible path is closed."

"There is light in front, a barrier behind, no welcoming from the left, no following from the right, the shadow returns to its place, and the spirit guards its gate."

When the word "gate" was pronounced, the sword gesture suddenly pointed downwards.

"Imperial Edict!"

The yellow paper spontaneously combusted without a flame.

The flames didn't rise upwards, but burned horizontally along the ground, just past the shadow that was about to leave Lu Yuan's feet.

The shadow suddenly shrank.

From deep within the stone path came a sharp, shrill cry.

The figure resembling Lu Yuan retreated for the first time.

"You are not a Taoist priest."

Its voice changed.

No longer like Lu Yuan, but like many people huddled together, whispering.

"You have no teacher or mentor."

"There is no ancestral altar for offerings."

"On what basis can your law be implemented?"

Lu Yuan stood up and rubbed the ashes of the burnt yellow paper onto his fingertips.

"The law does not depend on ancestral graves."

"It depends on people's hearts."

"My master taught me that in Taoist practice, one must first rectify oneself."

"If the body is not upright, the incantation is just scribbling; if the mind is not settled, the mantra is just empty sound."

Whether I have an ancestral altar or not is my business.

"Whether you can take something from under my feet is your skill."

The shadow remained silent for a moment.

Suddenly, it spread its arms.

Red footprints from all directions moved forward simultaneously.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The nine stone tablets in the stone chamber emitted a low, resonant sound in unison.

"The Shadow Stele is not a stele," Lin Zhaoxuan suddenly said. "Asheng is right; it guards everyone's feet."

"It's not hidden behind a rock," Lu Yuan said, looking down at his feet. "It's hidden in our own shadow."

Before she could finish speaking, the shadow at Song Qinghe's feet suddenly twisted, as if a snake had crawled out from under her skirt and lunged at her throat.

Zhou Heng grabbed her.

The dark shadow brushed past her ear and crashed into the stone wall, from which half of a woman's face emerged.

The woman's face was covered in mud and water, and she had no tongue, yet she was desperately shouting:

"Give me back my shadow..."

Song Qinghe nearly dropped the oil lamp in her hand.

Zhou Heng drew his short sword and stood in front of her.

"Who are you?"

The woman's face was fixed on him, but her eyes slowly shifted to his feet.

A young man in a school uniform suddenly appeared in Zhou Heng's shadow.

The man had a pen stuck in his chest and was lying face down in the snow.

"This is……"

Zhou Heng's expression changed.

Lu Yuan glanced at him.

"Do you know him?"

Zhou Heng did not answer.

The person in the shadow slowly raised their head, revealing a face that bore a resemblance to Zhou Heng.

"elder brother."

With a single sound, the short knife in Zhou Heng's hand fell to the ground.

Song Qinghe hurriedly said:

"Don't answer!"

Zhou Heng seemed not to hear him and took half a step forward.

"Second brother?"

The person in the shadow reached out to him.

"Brother, the snow inside the pass is too heavy."

You said you would take me with you.

Why did you leave me stranded on the street?

Zhou Heng froze on the spot.

Lin Zhaoxuan suddenly raised his hand, forming a Vajra Finger gesture, with his thumb pressing down on his ring and little fingers, and his index and middle fingers joined together, pointing towards Zhou Heng's feet. "Separate Form!"

No response.

The figure in the shadow had already grabbed Zhou Heng's ankle.

A bluish tinge quickly rose to Zhou Heng's face, and his shadow climbed up from his feet, first covering his insteps and then his knees.

Lu Yuan stepped forward, grabbed Zhou Heng by the back of his collar, and pulled him backward.

At the same time, the left hand changes to a hand seal.

Pinch the first joint of the index finger with your thumb, bend the index finger like a hook, straighten the middle finger, and point the fingertip towards the ground.

This is the "Earth Gate Closing Technique" commonly used in Taoism.

It is also known in folk terms as "closed yin gate".

Lu Yuan stared at Zhou Heng's feet and read aloud:

"The earth gate is at the feet, and the genitals are at the heels."

"A person's steps leave traces, and a soul's journey has a master."

"Borrow three parts of earth, seven parts of fire, and a breath of my true energy, and I'll shut down your evil gate. Shut it down!"

He didn't shout the last word, but instead pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth and forced out a short, muffled sound from his nose.

"snort!"

The hand gesture falls.

The shadow beneath Zhou Heng's feet suddenly turned black, as if it had been nailed into a crack in the stone.

The person in the school uniform in the film let out a scream as their five fingers snapped off and retracted back to the ground.

Zhou Heng staggered backward, his face extremely pale.

That's my younger brother.

"Your brother died while fleeing?"

Lu Yuan asked.

Zhou Heng gritted his teeth and nodded.

"The year there was a famine in the interior, my mother led us to the area outside the Great Wall."

"A bearded man was stealing grain on the road, and my younger brother fell into a ditch."

"I went back to look for him, but I couldn't find him. Later someone said that he froze to death at the bottom of the snow slope."

"You saw the body with your own eyes?"

Zhou Heng shook his head.

"no."

"Then he's not your brother."

Lu Yuan's tone was cold and hard.

"It's borrowing what you owe."

Zhou Heng clenched his fist, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

"But that face..."

"If you remember his face, it can create a likeness based on your memory."

Lu Yuan looked at the blank figure in the stone path.

"Shadow Soul doesn't steal a person's appearance; it only steals the part of a person's heart that they are most unwilling to admit."

Zhou Heng took a deep breath and picked up the dagger again.

"Then when I see it again, I'll chop it down first."

"You can't cut it," Lu Yuan said. "But you can choose not to acknowledge it."

He turned to look at the crowd.

"What the monument needs is for us to acknowledge that it has the right to stand on our feet."

"Whoever accepts it in their heart, it can borrow their shadow."

"From now on, if anyone sees an acquaintance, relative, or old friend, they should keep quiet before stepping on their shadow."

"Don't answer with your name, don't turn around, and don't say 'It's you.'"

Xu Erxiao whispered:

"What if I see my mother?"

Lu Yuan glanced at him.

"Your mother is still alive."

Xu Erxiao was stunned.

"yes."

"So when you see her, don't be afraid."

"If she were truly standing here, there would be footprints, and she wouldn't be standing in your shadow."

Wang Chengan suddenly said:

"What if you see an abacus?"

"I won't answer either."

Whether he lives or dies is no longer up to us.

Lu Yuan picked up the match from the ground.

A drop of black liquid had condensed on the head of the matchstick without anyone noticing.

He placed the match in his palm and made a hand seal with his right hand.

Press your thumb against the base of your ring finger, and gently run your index and middle fingers across the matchstick.

"Fire resides in the south, yet its light shines in the center."

"A wisp of paper fire, seeking a shadow to return home."

After reading it, he rubbed the head of the match with his left thumb.

"Snap!"

The match is lit.

The flames were a deep blue color.

It did not illuminate the stone chamber, but it did illuminate the shadows of everyone.

Lu Yuan's shadow was at his feet.

Xu Erxiao's shadow was missing a piece of his left shoulder.

Behind Wang Chengan's shadow was an abacus.

Lin Zhaoxuan's shadow resembled someone wearing an old-fashioned long gown.

Song Qinghe's shadow had no head.

A boy in a school uniform stood at Zhou Heng's feet.

The figure that resembled Lu Yuan had no shadow beneath its feet.

"The memorial stone is on it."

Song Qinghe said in a low voice.

It's not in it.

Lu Yuan looked at the chest of the blank figure.

There was an extremely thin black line on his chest, like a spider silk hanging down from the top of the stone chamber.

That line stretched all the way to the depths of the mountain crevice.

"It's just a projection of the monument."

"The real memorial stone is in the crevice of the mountain."

"We need to lure it out."

"How do we lure it?" Wang Chengan asked.

Lu Yuan looked at the nine stone tablets, then took out the black wooden plaque and placed it in front of the "Life" tablet.

The cracks on the black wooden plaque gradually widened, revealing a ring of fine white lines inside.

That's not wood grain.

The characters have been worn away.

Lu Yuan placed the broken abacus frame next to the black wooden plaque and then placed the broken mirror in the crack in the stone.

"What the iron abacus left behind were all empty spaces after the accounts were closed."

"When there are too many empty slots, the evil god will think that someone wants to reopen the ledger."

"It's afraid someone will rewrite the old name."

"That's why they'll send Shadow Souls to stop them."

Lu Yuan took out cinnabar and drew a simplified diagram of the Big Dipper on the ground.

First draw the seven dots of the Big Dipper, then connect them with three horizontal and two vertical lines to form a small door.

He suddenly stopped when he was about to draw the last stroke.

"Lin Zhaoxuan".

"exist."

"When you came from inside the pass, did you bring your sect's ink line with you?"

Lin Zhaoxuan was taken aback, then took out an old wooden inkwell from his bundle.

The ink line had turned black, and dried cinnabar still clung to the lines.

"This was left to me by my master."

"And ink lines?"

"have."

"Pull it open."

Lin Zhaoxuan did as instructed.

Lu Yuan stretched the ink line across the threshold of the stone chamber, placing each end under one of the two stones.

Then he asked Song Qinghe to place the oil lamp in the center of the ink line and adjust the wick to the minimum.

"This is a chalk line used in folk tradition to ward off evil spirits," Song Qinghe said. "Can it block malevolent spirits?"

"Ordinary ink lines can only be used to press the gaps in a door."

Lu Yuan took out a pinch of black ash and sprinkled it on the ink line.

"But this thread has seen the blood of refugees from within the Great Wall, and it has also seen the ink on coffin wood. It was originally meant to press down the dead upon entering the house."

"Now, let's learn the basics of shadow puppetry by borrowing its rules."

Lu Yuan formed a hand seal.

Pinch the middle finger with the left thumb and the ring finger with the right thumb, then put both hands together, extend the index fingers, and touch the tips of the fingers together.

This is the "Two Gates Combination Formula".

He closed his eyes and slowly recited:

"Wood is the bone, ink is the blood, lines are the boundaries, and doors are the finality."

"The living leave footprints when they pass through the door, and the dead leave their names when they pass through the door."

"No one may enter without a name, and no one may borrow a shadow."

"Today, the mountain is sealed off, the lamps are locked, a three-inch flame illuminates the old road, and a single ink line severs evil spirits."

As he finished reading, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"With the line as the boundary, all shadows obey orders."

"Certainly!"

The flame of the oil lamp in Song Qinghe's hand suddenly straightened.

The blank figure suddenly crashed backward.

It didn't crash into the rock wall, but instead crashed into a crevice in the mountain.

"boom!"

A muffled thud came from the top of the stone chamber.

The entire mountain looked as if it had turned over in its sleep.

Gravel fell in droves.

The chest of the blank figure split open, and a palm-sized black stone fell out.

The black stone landed without making a sound; instead, it flowed forward along the ground like a pool of ink.

Lu Yuan was prepared and stepped on the edge of the black stone.

A bone-chilling coldness came from the soles of my feet.

His shadow immediately split open in all directions.

A single word appeared on the black stone.

"film."

The strokes of the characters are not carved, but rather resemble the hair of many people intertwined.

From deep within the stone path came the sound of a woman crying:

"Give me back my shadow..."

Then came a man's voice:

"I don't have a name..."

The child's voice:

"I want to go home..."

The voices grew louder and louder, as if everyone hidden in the mountains was speaking at the same time.

The blank figure rose again from the crevice in the rock.

Facial features began to appear on its face.

First, Lu Yuan's eyebrows and eyes.

Next was Wang Chengan's mouth.

It turned into Xu Erxiao's nose again.

In the end, it was pieced together to form the face of a strange young man.

The young man was wearing clothes that didn't belong to this era, standing in a bright, blinding white light.

Lu Yuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

That was the last thing he saw before he traveled through time.

Station sign.

Glass door.

crowd.

There was also a car speeding towards them.

The illusion flashed for only a moment before he suppressed it.

But the shadow spirit had already seized that moment.

"You want to go back."

It looked at him with the face of a strange young man.

"You don't belong here."

"Nobody here knows who you really are."

"Come with me, I'll take you home."

Xu Erxiao felt anxious upon hearing this.

"Brother Lu, don't believe it!"

Lu Yuan did not answer.

The shadowy figure stood in the white light and reached out its hand to him.

You still have relatives over there.

"You have nothing here."

Lu Yuan stared at the hand and suddenly asked:

Do you know what I'm called over there?

The Shadow Soul remained silent.

"Do you know which city I come from?"

The features of the shadow soul began to blur.

Do you know what I'm most afraid of?

Shadow Soul took a step back.

Lu Yuan raised the knife in his hand.

All you know is that I want to go back.

"You can't even borrow my full name, yet you want to find my place in the world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuan plunged the tip of his knife into the ground, which pressed down on the "Shadow" monument.

The blade emitted a clear ringing sound.

He made a thunder incantation with his left hand.

Bring your index and middle fingers together, press your thumb against your ring and little fingers, and face your palm outwards.

With the right hand held together like a sword, first point to the center of the eyebrows, then to the heart, and finally to the ground.

"Heaven has thunder, earth has roots, man has shadow, and soul has a gate."

"The shadow is not a stolen object, and the spirit is not a lonely soul."

"Borrow me three times of sustenance, and unite my seven souls."

"We do not recognize false relatives, nor false hometowns."

"My name is self-reliant, and my actions are my own responsibility."

This incantation is not a killing spell.

It is "establishing a name".

In Taoism, one must establish one's own reputation before exorcising evil.

If a person cannot even keep his own name, he is like a house without a owner, where anything can come in.

Lu Yuan took his last step on the black stone.

"Lu Yuan is here."

"This body belongs to someone."

"This shadow belongs to someone."

"retreat!"

The shadowy figure seemed to have been struck by an invisible hammer, its entire face caved in.

Instead of dissipating immediately, it stretched out more than a dozen black arms and reached out to grab Lu Yuan's feet.

Xu Erxiao shouted and flung the red cloth in his hand.

This time, the red cloth did not wrap around the Shadow Soul, but instead wrapped around Lu Yuan's ankle.

Wang Chengan was shocked.

"Erxiao, what are you doing?"

"Brother Lu said that red cloth can be used to travel back in time!"

Xu Erxiao bit his lip and smeared the blood on the red cloth.

"Brother Lu, don't let it take you away!"

Wang Chengan also realized what was happening, and pressed one end of the broken abacus frame onto the red cloth, while hooking the other end onto the stone tablet.

"Brother Lu, the score isn't settled yet!"

Lin Zhaoxuan pulled out the ink line and placed it behind Lu Yuan.

"Senior Brother Lu, come back!"

Song Qinghe raised the lamp, its light shining on Lu Yuan's back.

The oil lamp was small, and the flame was weak.

But in the blue firelight, Lu Yuan's shadow became clear again.

His shadow is no longer just one person.

Xu Erxiao, Wang Chengan, Lin Zhaoxuan, Song Qinghe, and Zhou Heng stood in the shadows.

The shadows of five people stretched out from different directions, like five ropes, pinning Lu Yuan to this stone chamber.

The blank figure screamed:

"You have no roots!"

Lu Yuan stared at it.

"I have."

"My roots weren't given to me by you."

"I made it out of this on my own."

"It was the people around me who recognized them."

"You can tear apart the dead, but you can't tear apart the bonds between the living."

The character "影" on the black stone suddenly cracked open.

A plume of black smoke shot into the sky and crashed into the top of the stone chamber.

A huge echo came from the mountain crevice.

Immediately afterwards, everyone's shadows jolted.

The shadow of the abacus that had appeared at Wang Cheng'an's feet shattered.

Xu Erxiao's missing left shoulder has grown back.

The shadow of the boy in the school uniform at Zhou Heng's feet disappeared.

Song Qinghe's shadow also grew out.

Only Lu Yuan's shadow had not fully returned to its place.

There's still a small gap on its edge, as if it was torn off from a great distance by something.

Lu Yuan glanced down at it.

Ah Sheng, lying in the well, whispered:

"Your shadow hasn't fully returned."

"Which part is missing?" Lu Yuan asked.

"Home".

Ah Sheng said.

"You have nowhere to go, so you can't get this piece back from the memorial stone."

Lu Yuan remained silent.

He knew that what Ah Sheng said was true.

A person's shadow is not determined solely by the light of the lamp.

Wherever the shadow falls, the soul knows where to return.

But he came from Earth, a world without ancestral graves, a hometown, or the call of his relatives.

That gap wasn't taken away out of thin air by an evil god.

Rather, it was something he never possessed to begin with.

"Then let's keep it for now."

Lu Yuan raised his head.

"Just because it's missing a piece doesn't mean it can take the rest."

The black smoke inside the black rock was still struggling.

Lu Yuan used the tip of his knife to lift the black stone and placed it in front of the "Shadow" monument.

"The memorial stone must not be destroyed."

He addressed the crowd.

"But the shadows have returned to their respective blades, and the words on the stele are now empty."

As he spoke, he folded a blank offering paper into a triangle and stuffed it into the crack in the black stone.

"This piece of paper is not for Ah Sheng's photo reshoot."

"It's to leave an empty tent for the evil god."

"Since there was space in the tent, it dared not fill this piece directly into the base of the mountain."

Song Qinghe looked at the paper.

"But it will also fill in the empty accounts."

"So we need to hurry."

Lu Yuan looked up at the top of the stone chamber.

Now that the memorial stele has appeared, the other guardians in Jiaoshan will surely awaken next.

The black water level in the well drops even faster after it's collapsed.

The red light on the ninth "Life" monument has dimmed by half.

Ah Sheng's face was much clearer in the water mirror; even his wet hair could be seen.

He raised his hand and pointed to a narrow slit at the back of the stone chamber that had never been seen before.

"The father's monument is in Beigou."

"The monument stands in the birch forest."

"The family monument is in the old village."

"The surname stele is behind the mountain god temple."

"The monument stands on the abandoned stage."

"May the monument be placed in the Palace of the Dead."

As Ah Sheng spoke, his voice suddenly began to tremble.

"But they already know you're going."

"They will replace some of the guards."

"Who should it be instead?"

"Exchange yourselves and change yourselves."

The water mirror in the well shattered with a snap.

All the black water fell back to the bottom of the well.

At the same time, a sudden sound of horse bells came from outside the stone room.

jingle.

jingle.

The bell rang from afar, accompanied by the crunching sound of wooden wheels rolling over the frozen earth.

This sound was not uncommon in the mountainous areas outside the Great Wall during the Republican era.

Handcarts, pharmacy carts, and coal carts could all pass by the village at night.

But this is deep within the land where the evil god makes offerings.

There are no roads or horse-drawn carriages in the mountains.

Wang Hu'an slowly turned around.

At the end of the stone road, an old-fashioned wooden cart was slowly driving along.

The cart was piled with sacks, and a driver wearing a felt hat sat on the shaft.

The driver had his back to the crowd, his neck stiffly tilted to one side.

A faded white cloth flag was hanging on the back of the car.

The flag had four characters written on it:

"Returning to my hometown to see off my relatives."

Xu Erxiao's face turned pale.

"I've seen this car in Yamaguchi."

"Are there three coffins in the vehicle?"

Lin Zhaoxuan looked at the car and slowly nodded.

"When we were fleeing, we encountered a funeral procession on the way."

"There were no dead people in the vehicle, only three empty coffins."

Song Qinghe asked:

"Did you get on the bus?"

"No," Lin Zhaoxuan said, "but the driver said that the wind and snow are heavy outside the pass, and he could give us a ride."

Zhou Heng gripped the short knife tightly.

That was our first night in the mountains.

Looking at the white banner, Lu Yuan finally understood.

"Family monument."

"It first uses 'home' glue as a starter."

The driver slowly turned his head.

His face was covered with a layer of white paper, on which two eyes were drawn with a brush.

"Gentlemen."

"Get in the car and go home."

"The road to Guanluan has not been cut off yet."

"Your families are all in the car."

The sacks in the carriage suddenly started moving.

One.

two.

Three.

Black water seeped from the mouth of the burlap sack at the same time.

Song Qinghe took a half step back.

"We can't let it in."