"Are you more afraid of the four norms of heaven and earth, or is there another reason?"
"Master, one who departs from the norm often brings about the uncanny. I am infinitely vigilant and dare not overlook any detail."
Soon, we passed by a location with suspended coffins.
The wooden beam was slightly below the narrow path, likely placed there by people standing here and drilling it into the cliff face.
The coffins, exposed to wind and rain year round, had a sense of decay and thinness. The slanted lid of the coffin represented the body within, one of the many dead masses along the cliff face.
Four or five meters further, we passed by another set of suspended coffins.
This row had about a dozen coffins, and nothing unusual happened as we passed through.
The narrow path gently inclines, with a slightly deeper and wider area for people to turn around. Continuing downwards, the path takes a reverse direction and keeps descending.
At this point, we felt like we were walking on the wall of suspended coffins. Up above and down below, there were coffins blocking our view.
At that very moment, a dark shadow darted past from above the two coffins, charging straight at Bian Ying!
Before I could react, the four norms of heaven and earth shot past! A hiss sounded, followed by white smoke.
The dark shadow, which had been clawing and flailing, suddenly became rigid and motionless, as if it were a piece of wood, still plummeting straight towards Bian Ying!
Bian Ying's reaction was quick. She made a hand gesture, and a black field mouse emerged from the cliff face. It collided with the dark shadow, causing both of them to scream and plummet downwards...
We continued to follow the narrow path down the mountain.
After that test, the dead masses became much quieter and did not continue to attack.
Lao Gong on Yang Gui's shoulder hadn't shown much reaction, maintaining normal movement.
After about turning back and forth seven or eight times, Lao Gong suddenly warned me to be careful. It stared directly at a spot on the slanted front.
The area caught our attention as the timber jutting out was thicker and larger, holding a coffin at least two meters wide.
It was a white coffin, covered in white silk.
Exposed to the wind and sun for years, the white silk remained pristine, with no signs of weathering or aging.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly approached the white coffin.
When I passed by the side of the white coffin, there was no sign of movement from the casket.
Lao Gong reminded me again, telling me to sit on the coffin and wait for them to pass before I continued.
I frowned slightly, without hesitation, stepped on the extending wooden beam, then lightly boosted my chi and climbed onto the coffin.
The instant my feet touched the coffin, I felt an intense, cold sensation wash over me.
Moreover, the exterior of the coffin appeared to be still, but upon contact, I could feel a scratching sensation.
It was just because the coffin was too heavy and had such good sound insulation that what happened inside couldn't be heard from the outside.
And more importantly, the coffin lid suddenly pushed up slightly, as if there was a force inside trying to open it!
The feeling of the four norms of heaven and earth in my hand suddenly felt like it was being scorched, and the sensation of the lid moving disappeared.
It was only then that I understood Lao Gong's intention...
If I had passed first, when the others went through here and the coffin lid suddenly opened, Bian Ying would not have been able to react in time, even with the field mouse. Old Chu would surely be crushed to death or left severely injured, tumbling off the cliff.
After the three of them had passed and gone a few meters further, I stepped down from the coffin cap and hurried to catch up.
As the sound of clanging echoed, the lid of the coffin trembled twice but did not open.
Now, it was Old Chu leading the way, with Yang Gu Golden standing behind him, carrying Lao Gong. I was in front of Bian Ying.
Strangely, there were no more coffins ahead.
Looking down, there were coffins below.
The narrow path was like a set of stairs, with the coffins placed in the middle of each layer.
What was even more peculiar was that Old Chu had walked about six or seven meters, and as he was about to approach the place where the path turned, he stopped moving forward…
He stood still in his original position, motionless.
Sweat glistened on Lao Gong's ghostly head, forming droplets as big as soybeans, muttering the curse of "damn."
Bian Ying was filled with doubts and unease on his face.
I felt even more puzzled. There was nothing in front of Old Chu... What happened to him?
"Shit, trouble... Down!" Lao Gong yelled, stretching his neck.
At the same time, Yang Gu Golden leaped forward.
There was originally a rope between them, which Lao Gong had broken earlier when he climbed onto the coffin.
Yang Gu Golden's leap sent shivers down my spine! Bian Ying had also widened his eyes, and sweat was streaming down his face.
Thud! With a muffled sound, Yang Gu Golden landed on a coffin, about four or five meters below us, likely the place we had descended to after the bend.
"Come down!" Lao Gong looked up and called out sharply.
Bian Ying pursed his lips and leaped in an instant, without hesitation.
When he landed next to Yang Gu Golden, there was no loud sound from the coffin. Bian Ying's control over his energy was much stronger than Yang Gu Golden's, but nonetheless, a creaking sound emanated from the wood as if their impact made the wooden beam close to its breaking point.
If I wanted to jump, I'd have to step back a bit and find another coffin.
I didn't jump, twisting my eyebrows as I looked at the motionless Lao Chu.
There's something wrong with Lao Chu...
Jumping down is to avoid danger.
And it's also about leaving Lao Chu behind.
"He's useless, master. What's useful is with me, he's a piece of garbage!" Lao Gong called out to me, still stretching his neck.
My eyebrows were frowning tighter and tighter, and my mind was filled with an unbearable frustration.
I even wondered if Lao Gong was intentionally doing this.
But it can't be intentional, if I don't step on that coffin, the coffin will have issues as well.
In front of us, there's nothing, but it's an oversight on his part. It seems that Lao Gong didn't even realize there was an issue.
Originally, I planned to use the four norms of heaven and earth to look at Lao Chu. The thought struck me, but then I pressed it down.
If he was possessed by a ghost or his consciousness was suppressed, making him use this method to detach might cause him to fall.
So, I took a step forward and walked towards Lao Chu!
"Aiyāo, my lord and lady." Lao Gong couldn't wait any longer. Under his control, Yang Gu Golden forcefully stamped his foot.
"Lao Gong, solve the trouble, do not add trouble!" Bian Ying lowered his voice and lightly shouted.
"Freshly carved a hole in front, there's a ghost there!" Lao Gong yelled again, sharp and shrill.
I was already nearing Lao Chu.
At this moment, he turned around suddenly, and the mole on his fat face turned dark red. His eyes were particularly fierce, staring at me with a loud scream!
The piercing sound was like an old lady's voice, making my eardrums hurt.
I suddenly reached out with one hand, about to grab his shoulder.
But Lao Chu's hand moved even faster, gripping mine.
My reaction was even faster. I gripped his hand with my five fingers tightly and held on, pressing his hand against the mountain wall.
I used the four norms of heaven and earth in my other hand to shine on his head and face!
Lao Chu let out another piercing scream, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes constantly rolling white, and foam coming from his mouth.
A reddish shadow emerged from the back of Lao Chu and merged into the rear mountain wall...
No, it wasn't the mountain wall.
At this distance, I saw a newly dug hole where the mountain gave way. The opening was not small, with three coffins lined up, two large and one small...
That red shadow had entered the largest coffin.
It's a blood-avenging ghost...
Just at this moment, a sudden change occurred...
Above, below and around Yan Gu Golden and Bian Ying, white or black figures, like lizards crawling up the mountain wall, slowly approached them.
