For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

Luo Feng froze, standing rooted to the spot, staring at that terrifying face.

That face seemed to possess some kind of magic, drawing his gaze.

The next instant, the terrifying ghost face twisted eerily and rushed over, its mouth opening and closing, its teeth chattering.

Luo Feng felt as if something had stepped on his right shoulder forcefully. He immediately snapped back to reality, quickly spitting out a tomb-guarding coin from his mouth, which landed in his right palm.

go with!

He shouted in his heart and threw the copper coin into the distant mist. The instant he made this move, the rotten-faced ghost turned his head and followed the trajectory of the copper coin's parabola.

A ding sounded.

The next second, no one knew where the copper coin landed, but the mist ripped slightly, and the rotten-faced ghost disappeared without a trace.

That's it!

Seeing this, he understood that the purpose of the tomb-guarding coins was not to deal with ghosts, but to lure them away.

"As expected of 'Brother Money,' even ghosts can't escape its allure..."

Money can make the devil turn the millstone, so it's likely that Diao Wudou's tomb-guarding money could also lure away ghosts.

Luo Feng steadied himself, took a few steps forward, and quickened his pace. However, after walking for a while on the winding road shrouded in mist, he realized that even though he had been walking for quite some time, he still hadn't left the mass grave.

"...Is it like being trapped in a maze?"

He muttered something to himself, stopped walking, and his expression became more serious.

The moonlight seemed even colder, and the fog appeared much thicker.

It must be the third watch of the night now; the air temperature has plummeted, and a cold wind is blowing around us.

Luo Feng felt that the dirt road in front of him had become extremely unfamiliar.

He stood there for a while, his brows furrowing even more deeply. The hazy fog ahead only added to the oppressive and unpleasant feeling.

After learning that he was trapped in a maze, Luo Feng still hoped that the two Yin Masters would help him. He recited the incantation to invite the masters several times, but there was no response.

"It seems that, just as Diao Wudou said, the Yin Masters generally don't exert themselves during the power transmission ceremony; this is to test the disciples' courage..."

He took a few steps forward, and his foot suddenly bumped into something, almost causing him to lose his balance.

so close!

Luo Feng quickly reached out and pressed down on the bowl on his head, but the rooster bowl seemed to be stuck to his head and did not fall down.

He was able to lower his head and, by the moonlight, see what had almost caused him to stumble and run away.

"tombstone?"

That was a fallen tombstone.

Luo Feng squatted down and took a closer look, discovering that there was another line of text engraved on the tombstone.

The text was covered in moss, but the characters were still clearly legible.

"...Ding Miaosheng."

My body's tombstone?

Luo Feng was startled, and his expression darkened.

Suddenly, just as he was about to continue looking down, a pale, skeletal hand emerged from the ground, and five bones grabbed his feet.

In that instant, he felt a sharp pain in his calf.

Luo Feng spat out another copper coin, threw it backward, and at the same time broke free from the bone hand, running forward a few steps.

He sprinted forward, and after running for a while, he stopped, rolled up his trouser leg, and his face immediately changed.

There was a dark blue finger mark on my calf, as if I had been pinched hard.

Damn.

Luo Feng's heart sank. Diao Wudou hadn't explained how to break the ghost wall, so was he going to be trapped here?

He sighed, slowly raising his head with a hint of surprise on his face.

Just now, a sudden gust of wind blew by, and the fog that had been permeating the surrounding area dispersed.

The moonlight, gentle and serene, spilled onto the earthen path.

Luo Feng's vision was clear. Ahead lay a winding, narrow road, overgrown with weeds, dotted with mounds of earth and rows of tombstones—

On every tombstone and on every bare mound of earth, there is a dark figure sitting in a squatting position.

...So many?

Luo Feng's heart skipped a beat.

He still had three bronze coins left to guard the tomb.

With so many ghosts, this amount of money is simply not enough!

The sky grew increasingly dark, the moonlight was unusually cold, the night wind howled, and a chill permeated the air.

Luo Feng didn't have many options either. When faced with a situation like being trapped in a maze, he didn't have a good way to break the deadlock, so he could only grit his teeth and take a few steps forward.

After taking just a few steps, he felt increasingly uneasy, because after he took two or three steps, the figures squatting on the tombstones and the mounds slowly stood up.

As Luo Feng took a step forward, the figures also stepped forward, their movements synchronized as they approached him from all directions.

"Can't we leave?"

He stopped, no longer daring to wander forward.

Not only was he trapped in a maze of ghosts, but there were also these ghostly figures. There were so many of them, surrounding him from all directions. But just because he stopped, the ghostly figures also stopped.

Furthermore, Luo Feng could see very clearly from this distance that those ghostly figures were all laughing with their mouths open.

He could see those dark figures, their mouths agape revealing yellowed teeth, all smiling at him, but it was more terrifying than seeing them cry.

Even the air was filled with a faint, earthy scent.

"If I don't move... will it be okay?"

Luo Feng blinked, surprised to find that the ghostly figures were even closer to him.

"Does blinking bring them closer together?"

He then realized that he was being watched; if he left, he would summon these ghosts, but if he didn't leave, they would still come...

He was pondering this.

Suddenly, my shoulder felt loose, as if something had slipped away.

The next second, something completely unexpected happened.

At first, a heavy thud came from the left side.

The sound was like a heavy object falling to the ground.

Then, there was a click.

While Luo Feng was still in a daze, a series of cracking sounds suddenly rang out.

His gaze flickered to a dark, ghostly figure on his left.

The grinning ghostly figure, like a broken chopstick, suddenly snapped in two with a crack.

The ghost looked as if its spine had been broken, or as if it had been subjected to some enormous force, causing it to bend in the middle on the spot.

Luo Feng's eyes widened. In his view, it was as if the ghost had "collapsed," the ghostly figure was suddenly broken and pressed onto the ground, turning into a thin sheet.

In the next instant, one ghostly figure after another was broken off from the left side, and Luo Feng's eyelids twitched wildly.

—The Immortal Master Who Destroyed Liang!

In that instant, he understood what had happened: it was the Daoliang Immortal Master within him who had made the move.

It seems that the Immortal Master Daoliang stepped on the shoulders of the ghosts, causing their spines to crack, which triggered the series of cracking sounds earlier.

Luo Feng's shock was unimaginable. This Yin Master not only didn't make a move, but when he did, it was a massive area-of-effect attack that hit the entire field. The scene was like harvesting rice, with stalks bending over and being reaped one after another.

In less than a moment, all the ghosts that had walked over the graves and tombstones were swept away by the Immortal Master Daoliang.

"This is the power of the Yin Master... It's truly not to be underestimated..."

Luo Feng looked somewhat excited.

He was certain that the Datuk lineage's ritualistic practice of summoning spirits was completely different from the Lanna shamanistic practice of incantation.

Although both sides control and command ghosts, they use different methods.

"What kind of effect would it have if I could combine the jujutsu spell with the methods of the Lanna witchcraft?"

Luo Feng's mind was also filled with some new thoughts.

……

……

In front of the mass grave.

"Junior brother... are you alright?"

The burly man named Ashou stroked his beard.

"...It's already this late. In a little while, the rooster will crow, and it will be dawn."

"Senior Brother Cao, are you in such a hurry to get back to town to slaughter pigs?"

Another, younger disciple joked, "Or are you missing your wife?"

"Am I worried about my junior brother?"

Ah Shou also had another identity: a butcher in the city. He rolled his eyes.

"Third Brother Zhong, are you asking for trouble... I'm not just worried about my junior brother, but when I passed on my skills back then, it was on the battlefield, and it didn't take this long. Could something really have happened?"

"It must have taken a little longer than expected."

Diao Wudou frowned, stretched out his right hand and did some calculations, his expression somewhat strange.

"This kid has a 'lotus indentation' on the back of his head, unlike some stupid blockhead from back then who was trapped by a bunch of dead soldiers for most of the night..."

Upon hearing the old man's words, the other disciples glanced at "Ah Shou" and couldn't help but laugh.

"Logically, it shouldn't have dragged on until now. Could something really have happened?"

His expression turned serious, and his brows furrowed even more.

"Master Diao, I think they were just delayed by something on the way."

Liu Guangyang offered a word of comfort.

"You even drew talismans with chicken blood on my junior brother's body, so this mass grave is full of wandering ghosts and can't cause any trouble!"

"That's true."

Upon hearing this, Diao Wudou's expression softened slightly.

"what!"

One of the disciples suddenly shouted, "They're back! Look!"

This person had sharp eyes and immediately spotted a figure walking unsteadily along the winding dirt road.

"Master Diao, I'm sorry."

Luo Feng walked over with a slight limp.

"We encountered some troubles, which delayed us."

"Good lad, taking so long to come out..."

Diao Wudou snorted, a hint of dissatisfaction on his face. He had previously mentioned to several of his disciples that Luo Feng had good aptitude, but this kid had made such a fool of himself.

"Could it be that he broke a bowl on the way?"

The old temple keeper took a few steps forward, but before he even got close to Luo Feng, he felt a chilling aura coming towards him. Even with his rich experience, he was chilled to the bone by this aura.

"Wait a minute...you...!!"

Diao Wudou's pupils widened in tension, and his tone became much more urgent: "Why did you bring back two Yin Masters...?"

In his eyes, two blurry black shadows were clearly reflected on the shoulders and back of the newly accepted disciple, surrounded by an extremely sinister chill!