Chapter 330: The Thief in the Mass Grave

Wild grass grows between graves, and the traces of phosphorus fire are ethereal.

Looking around, there is no trace of people, and I don't know how many ghosts there are! Wu Xian and Du E.

Searched carefully in the mass grave, every step they took made them feel terrified.

The scene of the mass grave didn't have much visual impact for the Lotus Juanren, but it felt very crowded even though it was empty.

Green or ghostly blue ghost fires flickered beside them from time to time, and in the occasional flickering, curious faces would emerge.

Slap! Wu Xian's shoulder was suddenly patted.

He scanned Du E beside him and found that she shrank her neck, as if something was blowing air on her neck.

"It seems that the residents here are very curious about the two of us."

Du E's hair was pulled again: "Being curious about us is better than thinking we are delicious."

The two walked and looked, not knowing how much harassment they received on the way; at first they had some reactions, but later they ignored these harassments.

Wu Xian's shoulders were knocked like drum beats, and Du E's hair also started to frizz like Wu Xian's.

At least so far.

The ghosts in the mass grave were still very friendly; their harassment couldn't be called malicious, just like the playfulness of kindergarten children.

But the search of the two was not smooth.

The offerings here seemed to be all-encompassing, but there were very few things that met their requirements.

Most of the ceramic utensils were very simple; those placed outside were the lowest-grade gray-white porcelain or ceramics with cracks.

There were complete paper people, but most of them were simple and single in style, not to mention rare things like red paper dogs and green paper bears.

Du E was a bit discouraged.

"Is our train of thought wrong? Are there no things we want in the mass grave?"

Wu Xian thought for two seconds, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Whether it's wrong or not, let me try."

Wu Xian walked straight to a grave mound, in front of which was an ordinary white plate with two steamed buns that were already a bit hard; he picked up a steamed bun, put it in his pocket, and turned to leave.

Before he walked to Du E's side.

His foot was firmly held by a hand; looking back, he saw a man who was extremely thin and wearing coarse cloth clothes, lying on the ground and grabbing his foot.

From the man's complexion, he should have died of illness.

At the same time.

The surrounding environment changed instantly.

A small courtyard appeared around Wu Xian, surrounded by a fence, with a small thatched cottage inside, and the door of the thatched cottage looked like it was changed from a tombstone.

There was also a table in the courtyard with an empty plate on it; this empty plate was the plate from which Wu Xian had just taken the steamed bun.

Du E stood outside the courtyard, full of surprise.

"So that's it!"

"The mass grave is just a representation; every grave is a ghost household."

"The offerings we see are all junk placed in the courtyard to support the facade; the real good things are treasured at home; if this is the case... then this mass grave, from the perspective of ghosts, is probably a huge city!"

Before Wu Xian could think more, the consumptive ghost started shouting.

"Stealing things, catch the thief!"

This shout made Wu Xian's whole body numb.

Think about it carefully.

If you don't consider the difference between humans and ghosts, he walked into someone else's courtyard, put people's things in his pocket, and left; isn't this behavior theft?

Wu Xian put the steamed bun back on the plate and argued dryly: "I thought no one wanted this... cough cough." But the consumptive ghost was still shouting.

"Catch the thief, catch the thief!"

Accompanied by his voice, more than a dozen pale ghost shadows walked out of the surrounding graves, each ghost shadow appearing accompanied by the manifestation of a building.

These buildings were tall or short, and the thatched cottages of the poor and the mansions of the rich overlapped, bringing a chaotic sensory experience.

The ghost shadows walked into the courtyard and surrounded Wu Xian and Du E.

At this time, even if Wu Xian had natural thick skin, his cheeks started to burn; it was the first time in his life he had encountered such a predicament.

"Okay, this is my fault; how should I compensate you?"

The consumptive ghost stopped shouting, crawled around Wu Xian twice, greedily sniffing the scent on him, and his eyes lit up when he smelled the shoes.

"Shoes, I want these shoes!"

Wu Xian looked troubled; although the Moon Palace Dance Shoes were women's shoes, they were very easy to use, and he couldn't give these shoes away because of a steamed bun; besides, Wu Xian's original shoes had long been thrown away...

"These shoes can't be given; is there anything else you want?"

Suddenly, a cold wind whistled around, and the consumptive ghost's neighbors showed fierce expressions one after another, and the atmosphere suddenly became dark and dangerous; the consumptive ghost said fiercely.

"Then that is a thief; thieves must be punished!"

Du E asked curiously: "What kind of punishment?"

The consumptive ghost licked his tongue: "One tael of raw meat, one tael of blood!"

Wu Xian smiled bitterly; this was forcing him to self-mutilate.

"Then what if I don't want to bleed?"

The surrounding ghost shadows were indignant at Wu Xian's rascal behavior, shouting messily while raising the weapons in their hands.

"See the official, take him to see the yin messenger!"

Wu Xian's eyes lit up.

This information was very critical; if there were yin messengers in the mass grave, it meant there was order here; in places with order, the things they wanted might be obtained through trade! But the problem now is that Wu Xian didn't want to be sent to the yin messenger as a thief.

Facing the indignant ghost people, Wu Xian hesitated while touching his weapon; from the temperature of the consumptive ghost's hand grabbing him, these ghosts should be very weak, not even counting as the lowest-level wandering malevolent entities.

With his telescopic stick, he could completely sweep a large area.

It was very simple to escape.

But is violent escape correct? If there was a conflict with these ghosts, would it attract bigger trouble? Just when Wu Xian was hesitating, Du E suddenly let out a scream.

Wu Xian looked in her direction and saw her body become translucent; from her confused expression, she clearly didn't know either.

Swoosh! Du E disappeared into thin air.

Wu Xian was stunned for two seconds and then laughed.

"So that's it!"

"The effect of the Naihe flower petals is limited; once the time is up, it will forcibly return to the Undying City!"

While speaking, Wu Xian's body also became translucent; he quickly took out a ten-denomination underworld banknote from the degree certificate and threw it to the consumptive ghost.

"This is my compensation for you!"

After saying this sentence.

Wu Xian's body also disappeared without a trace.

Their first exploration was a failure, not obtaining any desired props and even losing underworld banknotes, but with this experience, the next time they come, it will be familiar; the consumptive ghost took the underworld banknote with a face full of ecstasy, and the surrounding ghost shadows showed envious expressions one after another, but none of them came to snatch it, just jealously watching the consumptive ghost hide the underworld banknote in his crotch...

The consumptive ghost took the underworld banknotes with a look of wild joy. The surrounding ghost shadows all revealed expressions of envy, but not one came to snatch them; they merely looked on with jealousy as the consumptive ghost hid the banknotes inside his crotch...

(End of chapter)