Chapter 197: Plucking Incense Before the Grave

Hearing that the two were leaving.

All the enthusiasm on the villagers' faces faded away, becoming expressionless.

The temperature around seemed to drop from late spring to deep winter in an instant; clothes were instantly soaked through, and white mist emerged from their mouths and noses when breathing.

The red and white makeup on the villagers' faces looked even more gloomy and weird; there was still a trace of human spirit just now, but now they were all in the appearance of dead corpses.

Wu Xian placed his hand on the hilt of the Ghost Head Blade, ready to go crazy and hack people at any time.

Sun Qian swallowed nervously and moved slightly closer to Wu Xian.

It was already not easy for the two of them, living people, to be safe and sound in a ghost's territory until now; expecting to leave safely without a single conflict was wishful thinking.

The atmosphere was tense.

The villagers all raised their pale palms, and sharp nails gradually grew out.

Just at this moment.

Village Chief Qin Baolu suddenly spoke: "Time is up."

Other villagers also echoed.

"Time is up."

"It's too late."

"Let them go; accumulate some yin virtue..."

The villagers were not prepared to take action, but their expressions were still very ugly; in an extremely tense atmosphere, they surrounded Wu Xian and the other and came to the entrance of the village, waving at them in unison.

Every time they waved.

The villagers retreated a distance weirdly.

The two of them clearly didn't move, but the villagers and the village were getting further and further away from them, until they disappeared from their field of vision.

Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

The surroundings were overgrown with weeds, and multiple mounds of earth were raised on the ground; a wooden sign was erected in front of each mound, with the name of the deceased written on it; this was a graveyard.

He touched his neck.

The scorching sunlight shone on his neck, feeling slightly hot; they should have really returned to reality.

Slap!

A hand patted Sun Qian's back, scaring Sun Qian into jumping on the spot; turning his head, he realized that the person who patted his shoulder was Shi Ji.

At this time, Shi Ji was holding a mineral water bottle, and the bottle was filled with yellow liquid.

Seeing that the two reacted, Shi Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

"You finally came back; just after entering this graveyard, you were like lost souls; I talked to you and you didn't answer, and you seemed to be talking to someone."

"One moment sitting on the grave mound, another moment going to eat offerings, wandering around in this graveyard, until just now you seemed to have a bit of human spirit."

"I wanted to call you out in advance, but seeing your expressions were still normal, I temporarily sat and watched the changes without rescuing."

Wu Xian looked at the water bottle in Shi Ji's hand, somewhat glad that Shi Ji only watched and didn't rescue.

Sun Qian didn't care about this.

"Brother Shi, you said... eat offerings?"

Shi Ji pointed to two offering plates in front of a tombstone.

"Yes, those two plates, you two just ate a bite each."

Sun Qian hurriedly ran over to look.

He saw that in the two round plates, one was filled with rice, and the other was filled with meat dishes; the rice one should have been eaten by Wu Xian, but it was just a bit dry and hard, while the meat dish side was already rotting and stinking, with maggots wriggling inside.

Who ate which was clear at a glance.

"Ugh..."

Sun Qian immediately leaned on the tombstone and dry-heaved.

Seeing that what he ate wasn't too filthy, Wu Xian felt a bit better.

Shi Ji patted Sun Qian's back: "It's okay, I know about this dirty stuff; what you ate is no big deal, it's all protein..."

But Shi Ji's comfort had no effect, and Sun Qian heaved even more violently.

While Sun Qian was dry-heaving.

Shi Ji turned around, faced Wu Xian, and opened his palm; in his hand was actually a small handful of residual incense!

Wu Xian was surprised.

"So much, where did this come from?"

Shi Ji chuckled.

"Just now when you were fascinated, I saw that every grave head here was burning incense, thinking that these incense sticks couldn't be wasted, so I pinched them off one by one."

Wu Xian thought for a moment and finally figured things out.

They followed the guidance of the Treasure Seeking Technique and came to this graveyard; there must be treasure here, and the treasure should be the burning residual incense.

But under normal circumstances, once entering the graveyard, one would be pulled into the ghost realm and have no chance to pluck the incense.

In the ghost realm.

Those villagers tried several times to separate the two and treated the food given to the two differently; clearly, these villagers had harmful intentions.

But this intention was mainly aimed at Sun Qian.

This should be related to the high yin virtue on Wu Xian; the villagers didn't become malevolent entities but were just yin spirits, which was why they treated Wu Xian, who had high yin virtue, with courtesy.

But this courtesy was also limited.

In the last period of time in the village, those villagers clearly intended to reveal their true faces, but because time was up, they had to stop and send Wu Xian and the other away from the village.

Their so-called time should refer to the residual incense outside; how long those residual incense could burn, Wu Xian and the other would be trapped in the ghost village for that long.

Under normal circumstances, they would stay until the incense burned out, so a conflict would definitely break out.

But because Shi Ji stayed outside and pinched out all the residual incense in advance, Wu Xian and the other could leave in advance.

As for why Shi Ji was outside...

Maybe it was because the ghosts in the village were disgusted by him.

In short.

This ghost village trip was considered to have no danger.

The residual incense in Shi Ji's hand was really not small; this small handful of incense added up to a full meter long, enough for four deity worships with some left over, not in vain for Wu Xian spending one Treasure Seeking Technique.

Shi Ji's contribution was great, so Wu Xian and Shi Ji each took sixty centimeters of residual incense, enough for two deity worships.

Wu Xian prepared to give the remaining small pieces of residual incense to Sun Qian.

Although Sun Qian only played the role of an atmosphere group, not causing trouble was already rare; as an ordinary person, he couldn't help much, so letting him have ability earlier could allow him to play a role.

Wu Xian just turned around when he heard Sun Qian's call.

"Brother Xian, come quickly, there is something here!"

Sun Qian ate filthy food and leaned on a tombstone, wanting to vomit out all the dirty things.

But while vomiting, he felt something wrong under his feet, so he used his feet to kick away the mud on the ground and found a square small door in front of the grave.

Wu Xian rolled his eyes.

"Doing this again?"

He studied it and found that there shouldn't be a room under this small door; it was more like a safe in front of the grave, with a small handle on the door.

To prevent traps.

Wu Xian found a curved stick and reached it into the handle, and he and Shi Ji lifted it hard on the side, but they broke the stick, and this handle didn't move at all.

The small door had no keyhole and looked like it had no mechanism; so how to unlock it?

Shi Ji took a different path.

Wanting to use Wu Xian's Ghost Head Blade to destroy the door directly, but after Wu Xian's first blade, the entire graveyard shook.

The old ones buried in the graveyard seemed to be offended and wanted to come out to educate the three of Wu Xian, so the three hurriedly stopped the violent demolition work.

Just when the three were at their wits' end.

Wu Xian suddenly noticed that the name of this grave was somewhat familiar.

Qin Fuer...

Wasn't this one of the five people?

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 198 =====