Chapter 1119: Ancient Academy Records, Plenty of Fun 06

The zombie, its mouth full of fresh blood, turned its head and stared intently at them.

The five royal princes let out their loudest scream, "Ahhhhh!"

They retreated at top speed, completely unaware of what was beneath their feet.

Suddenly, the five of them lost their footing altogether, fell flat on their backs, and tumbled into a waist‑deep dirt pit.

Soybeans pelted them in the face.

Still dazed, they suddenly felt something wrong below and stiffly lowered their heads.

Beneath the pit lay an iron cage, crawling with venomous snakes, slick and hissing.

Jiang Yao drew a deep breath and fainted.

Xie Yuancheng burst into terrified, loud sobs.

Another figure approached; he was first startled, then lifted his head to look.

Jin Chen crouched, patted his head, and asked, "Want to come out?"

Xie Yuancheng nodded quickly and, using the pull Jin Chen gave him, crawled outward.

Jin Chen lifted him up, smiling, and said, "I could hear the little crown prince's screams from far away."

Now Xie Yuancheng dared not struggle at all, clinging tightly to Jin Chen's neck, "It's terrifying! There's a ghost!"

His eyes brimmed with tears, his mouth pursed in an utterly adorable way.

Jin Chen deliberately asked, "Ghosts? Where are the ghosts?"

Xie Yuancheng poked half his head out of Jin Chen's embrace to look behind, then, terrified, buried himself again, shouting, "It's back there!! Run! Go get help!"

Jin Chen laughed heartily, carrying the little crown prince into the room.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid—we're leaving now."

The three who hadn't been rescued yet cried, "Take care of us!!"

However, they could only watch helplessly as Jin Chen entered the room and closed the door.

"Hahahahaha!"

The zombie laughed loudly, swept its long hair back, and revealed Ting Yang's face.

The stiff, grayish pallor over its whole body faded in an instant, returning to a normal human appearance.

Ting Yang pulled them out, saying, "Hey there, fun, huh?"

Xie Beiyao stared at him in disbelief, only then daring to loosen his tight grip on Ling Xiuyu's hand, "You… you killed Ye Susu?"

"Don't curse me."

Ye Susu giggled, her head popping out of her clothing's collar, picked up the prosthetic limb from the ground, waved it, and said, "How's that? Isn't it fancier than yours?"

Xie Beiyao: "……"

Lan Wuyang, furious, sprang to her feet and started fighting Ting Yang.

Ling Xiuyu silently helped the fainted Jiang Yao to her feet, leaning on a bamboo stalk to catch his breath, nearly scared half to death.

Just then, the Old Master and Murong Qian came over to observe their interactions.

The Old Master walked into the courtyard with his hands behind his back, bumping straight into Wanzhou's paper effigy that hadn't been taken down yet.

"Ah, Ah‑Qian… what did I just see?"

Murong Qian's heart jolted, "…A ghost?"

"Damn it! You started this!!" Ye Susu threw the severed limb and jumped into the fight.

Whoosh— the severed limb struck the Old Master's chest, and fake blood spurted across his face.

Old Master: "…Uh!"

He toppled over, stiff as a board.

Murong Qian bellowed, "What the hell are you all doing!!!"

Hearing the sound, the seven looked up; Si Ning coughed in fright, grabbing at the still‑drifting Wanzhou paper effigies filling the courtyard.

Jiang Yao slowly came to, blinking in confusion.

"You eight!! Get out of here, all of you!"

Behind Murong Qian, Ling Xiao shouted angrily and flicked his horsewhip.

"Sounds like something's outside!" Xie Yuancheng blankly wanted to look out, but Jin Chen held his hand, "They're fighting ghosts."

Joking—going out now would just get us scolded together.

That line worked; Xie Yuancheng instantly lost his curiosity.

Following the "better a dead daoist than a live poor one" mindset, the timid one shrank back into the carved soft chair.

"Why aren't you afraid of ghosts?" he asked Jin Chen.

Jin Chen chuckled, lowered the scroll, and lightly tapped the little crown prince's face, which had regained a hint of color.

"You'll find out tomorrow."

"What… so mysterious." Xie Yuancheng pushed his hand away, showing his teeth, "Bold commoner, you're not allowed to frivolously offend this crown prince!"

"Your people are all dead, you… wait a moment."

Xie Yuancheng suddenly realized, sitting upright, "You're way too calm! Could the ghosts be fake?!"

"Oh, the little crown prince is quite sharp."

Jin Chen even clapped, "Congratulations, the future of the Heavenly Mystery Kingdom looks bright."

Xie Yuancheng: "……"

"Jin! Chen!"

He gritted his teeth, lunged straight at Jin Chen, and threw everything he had into the fight.

At first Jin Chen could parry with ease, but as he sensed Xie Yuancheng beginning to use genuine skill, he too grew serious.

The two fought back and forth, and Xie Yuancheng discovered a desperate situation.

He couldn't beat Jin Chen!

If he can't beat him, does that mean he can't play either?

Xie Yuancheng flicked his sleeve, caught the small mechanism that flew out, took the chance to flash behind Jin Chen, and wrapped it around him.

Then he pulled the transparent fishing line, and the thing exploded.

Jin Chen was drenched head to toe in powder.

He froze in place, staring wide‑eyed at Xie Yuancheng.

"What is this?"

Xie Yuancheng exclaimed in surprise, "Aren't you itchy?"

"This is carefully blended itching powder! Even a little contact will be unbearable!"

Jin Chen's nose was smoked by the flying powder, and he instinctively sneezed.

Xie Yuancheng closed his eyes, and was blown full in the face.

"Jin...... Chen!!!"

"Oh dear." Jin Chen quickly grabbed a handkerchief to wipe his face, "You're silly, when using hidden weapons you should avoid them."

"Ahhh my face!"