Chapter 1558: The Mark

This is a Curse, after all; ordinary people simply cannot escape it, unless they are a Dharma Cultivator.

"Look at your arm; isn't there a mark on it already? This shows the Curse has already begun," Chen Yu said, pointing at his arm.

Qishu hurriedly looked at his own arm. Sure enough, he saw that at some unknown time, a colorful mark had appeared on it. This symbol was extremely eerie, as if a Demon from Hell had been sealed onto his arm.

"This is the mark of the Curse. Generally speaking, in that place called Egypt, there is plenty of this sort of thing. Once the mark turns red, that person must die," Chen Yu said, looking at the mark on his arm and explaining, "So, you had better look out for yourself."

"Mr. Chen, you must save me." Qishu was scared to tears. He was afraid of death, and although he had been going into various great tombs since he was young, it was precisely because of this that he had developed a personality that feared death.

Having just escaped from the Corpse Worm nest, he hadn't even had time to feel relieved before things turned out like this again. How was he supposed to handle this?

"Give me a reason to save you? I have already saved you once," Chen Yu smiled slightly. "If I save you again, you will owe me two lives. If you can convince me, I will think of a way for you now."

"Mr. Chen, as long as you save me again, I and the disciples of my lineage will all listen to you. You are planning to go to Dongyang, right? Over there, my people can become your connections." Qishu had a strong desire to survive, and he did indeed have quite a high status in the Chinatown over in Dongyang.

"Oh, I am indeed going to Fusang. According to what you say, I really must save you then." Chen Yu pondered for a moment. It was true; he didn't know how long he would be staying in Fusang, and he was truly unfamiliar with that place.

If there really were people to handle things for him, that would be for the best.

"Mr. Chen, I can do many things. I can scout for information. As long as it is information you want, I guarantee I can help you find it. Besides, I am very familiar with the people at the Chinese Association over there. You are definitely going to Fusang to handle business, so please save me." Qishu was doing his utmost to demonstrate his importance.

He looked at Chen Yu nervously, fearing that Chen Yu would shake his head.

However, Chen Yu thought for a moment and nodded slightly: "Fine, I have to break this Curse anyway, so I'll save your life while I'm at it."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen. You have saved me twice now; my life is yours." Qishu could not help but be overjoyed, and the heart that had been hanging in his chest was finally put to rest.

"Let's go, let's head back," Chen Yu said.

"Head... head back where?" Qishu was somewhat bewildered.

"To the place where Honghou appeared," Chen Yu glanced at him.

"Go, go back?" Qishu's scalp went numb. Wouldn't going back mean death?

"If we don't go back to find her, how can the Curse be lifted? Do you still want to lift the Curse on your body or not?" Chen Yu said, somewhat speechless.

"I want to... then... Mr. Chen, let's go back together." Qishu gritted his teeth. Things had come to this; he had no choice but to follow Chen Yu back.

He led Chen Yu, following the route they had used to escape, and continued to walk back.

Along the way, he still cautiously placed various Talismans to avoid disturbing the things here.

"The Talismans of your lineage are quite practical; they are essential for tomb raiding," Chen Yu smiled.

"These are all good things left behind by the Master," Qishu said hurriedly. "These things are indeed quite useful. Because we have these Talismans, we generally don't disturb the things inside the tomb when we go down. We come quietly when we arrive, and we leave quietly when we go, so relatively speaking, our casualties are the lowest."

"No wonder your Grave Robbing lineage has been able to branch out into several factions, with quite a lot of disciples," Chen Yu nodded. "How many disciples do you have now?"

"Replying to Mr. Chen, I have sixteen personal disciples. They run several antique shops in the Chinatown of Fusang. Now that I am older, after my eldest son died in an accident a few years ago, I also gave up the heart for grave robbing."

Qishu sighed slightly and said, "Now my youngest son manages the family business. Originally, I wanted to retire, but I didn't expect to be found by those barbaric people. So, there was no other way; I had to follow him here."

"Did the eldest son have an accident?" Chen Yu asked.

"He... was proud and arrogant. Originally, I didn't want my sons to inherit these grave-robbing skills of mine, but he insisted on learning. He actually had good talent, but he encountered another group of people while off-duty, and a gunfight broke out." Qishu's voice was low.

"Life and death are determined by fate; there is no need to be too sad. Let's go," Chen Yu sighed slightly.

"Yes, yes, life and death are determined by fate." Qishu nodded hurriedly, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then led Chen Yu to continue walking forward.

"Mr. Chen, you are a Dharma Cultivator, right?" Qishu asked on the road.

"You've already seen it, so what is the point of asking?" Chen Yu smiled faintly. "That's right, I am a Dharma Cultivator."

"Sure enough, I saw that Mr. Chen has a dignified Appearance and extraordinary skills, far beyond what an ordinary person can compare to. You really are a Dharma Cultivator. I, Li Qi, am truly lucky for three lifetimes to be able to meet someone like Mr. Chen." Qishu was simply both surprised and delighted.

He knew of the existence of Dharma Cultivators and had met them before, but he had never had the opportunity to interact with them. After all, most Dharma Cultivators had an aloof, "who else but me" attitude.

It was truly rare to meet someone like Chen Yu who would step in to save people and was easy to get along with, so he felt that his luck this time was not bad—at least he could meet someone like Chen Yu.

"Don't bother with the flattery; it's useless," Chen Yu smiled faintly. "You had better worry about the Curse on your own body first."

"With Mr. Chen here, these problems really don't count as problems anymore," Qishu said flatteringly.

He said this from the bottom of his heart. Indeed, ever since he confirmed Chen Yu's identity as a Dharma Cultivator, he felt relieved. After all, in his eyes, a Dharma Cultivator was a sacred and inviolable existence.

Chen Yu didn't speak either. He knew that people like Qishu were mercenary, and it was useless to talk to him any further. The urgent matter now was to find Ye Er first.

On the other side, Ye Er watched helplessly as his two hundred or so subordinates had their Life and spirit sucked dry, becoming Dried Corpses one by one.

And that beautiful woman, with blonde hair and blue eyes, made these Dried Corpses come back to life with a wave of her hand, turning them into her death soldiers.

His two hundred loyal private armed men had become someone else's death soldiers right before his eyes; this was the situation he could accept the least.

He gripped a gun tightly in his hand, staring at the woman in front of him, his heart filled with hatred.

"You are not convinced?" This woman was naturally Honghou. Even though she had been dead for hundreds of years, the beautiful allure about her had not diminished in the slightest.