"Oh my... how can you be so determined to make your old grandpa upset, no matter how hard you try?"
Old Gong was truly angry, his jaw was trembling constantly and making a creaking sound, as if he wished to bite the coffin maker into two halves.
The coffin bearer, however, displayed a nonchalant attitude as if he was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.
It's obvious from his behavior.
Death, whether by killing or not, he can only stay here where he has no way to leave alone.
In the end, he won't make us feel comfortable.
Even more, he and the two people by his side were encouraging and egging on others not to explore further. It seemed that if they were indeed the type of people who could be threatened or intimidated, it would not be possible for them to achieve their goals.
Old Gong's eyes became increasingly dark and ominous.
His head is slowly growing larger.
"I'll go in." The barber didn't respond to the coffin bearer and walked forward with a serious expression.
"Fan Jiang, you're a dog! Even when you die, you'll still be a dog!" The coffin bearer swore loudly.
This barber, from the very beginning, was in unity with us. He never caused any trouble from start to finish.
The last body carrier, after giving the coffin bearer a cold look, said, "Wang Ji, from the moment you entered, you have been wailing and roaring to get out. Now I don't know what kind of fit you are having. If you say another word, since Master Wu and Daoist Luo have to maintain their dignity and cannot touch you, even I will come to deal with you."
"Ma Qi, Daoist Luo Xian has killed many people from your Ma family!" The coffin bearer Wang Ji shouted again in a shrill voice.
Old Gong vanished.
He merged into Wang Ji's body and his head struck the stone wall fiercely.
There was a dull thud.
After Old Gong emerged, Wang Ji collapsed softly on the ground, motionless...
"Damn it, if it wasn't for the promise I made to Deer Sister... To be a good ghost, I would have killed you just for biting that little Wu and not daring to kill a normal person, you were always arrogant, oh my god... I'm so angry... It hurts..." Old Gong cursed incoherently.
The body transporter, Ma Qi, and the barber, Fan Jiang, both looked slightly suspicious before letting out a sigh of relief.
They naturally could see that Wang Ji was still alive, but had just been knocked unconscious.
Old Gong fundamentally is not a good ghost.
After being dealt with by Xin Bo, his resentment forced him to become a ghost in human form.
At that time, if it weren't for Wu Zhongkuan's fur being sent back and Mr. Master's good karma influencing his behavior, the things he could have done would have been even more ruthless.
Just like when he wanted to eat all the offerings on the table at that time.
This isn't just about being lecherous; it's a matter of his nature.
Like water under a bridge, one can change the territory but not one's nature. He cannot be pure, but must be complicated.
I have been thinking about everything the A Gong Lama did in the beginning. He probably did not have any good intentions...
At this moment, Wu Jinaran finally spoke up, saying, "In that case, you two should go in separately. There's no need to worry, you don't look like the dead; it's just that Wang Ji doesn't believe me."
"Even if Sister Sianda is normal inside, you two won't have any problems. Remember, you can't touch anything in the coffin inside; first, check on Sister Sianda's condition, and then let us know."
Wu Jinaran paused and then said, "I'll remember this favor. I owe each of you a favor."
For an ordinary person from the lowest nine ranks, how great would a favor from Wu Jinaran, the master of the Immortal Way Field, be?
The two people's faces were extremely excited.
"We believe in Mr. Wu!" The two people almost said the same thing in unison.
Old Gong still had all his limbs, but he was lying on the ground, staring at the hole in front of him.
Without realizing it, Wei Youming had already disappeared.
For someone like Wang Ji, he did not take any action.
Wei Youming aims to cure those who are "suffering from severe illnesses," those beyond help.
Wang Ji, too ordinary.
I tried to calm my breathing and maintain composure.
The problem should not be serious, but it seems that Siyan indeed encountered some sort of situation to be so unconscious.
Fan Jiang climbed into the hole from the entrance.
He easily reached the inside of the cave and got to Siyan's side.
He was unharmed.
There were no mechanisms in the cave.
The tomb room was as safe as any.
"Sister Siyan is fine, breathing evenly, her complexion is rosy, she looks perfectly healthy!"
Fan Jiang shook his hand in front of Siyan's face.
"It's strange... the qi is stable, but why is she not waking up?"
"What does she have in her hand?" Wu Jinaran asked in a low voice.
As Mr. Master, his attention is more keen.
"A... elixir? Yes, a purple elixir." Fan Jiang replied in a serious tone.
Ma Qi beside us had a look of doubt in his eyes, as if he was pondering something.
A hint of shock flashed across Lao Gong's ghostly face.
"Elixir? What elixir? Purple-red..."
"A real person's... it's purple..." Lao Gong began to mutter and analyze.
Wu Jinaran's heartbeat became significantly faster, and I could even hear a thumping sound, as if it was hitting his chest.
"Juqu Mountain... one of the Five Elixirs?" Wu Jinaran swallowed a mouthful of saliva forcefully and whispered, "She... is here to find the Five Elixirs? Not as we had thought, attracted by the true scholar Three Moors? Why does she know the Five Elixirs are in the mountain? This... is which elixir?"
"Hey! Barber, don't touch anything inside the coffin!" Lao Gong suddenly realized what was happening, and he shouted in alarm.
I managed to snap back to my senses.
The entrance to the cave was too small, only Mr. Master could watch from there, Lao Gong was watching as well, while I could only see a small part of it roughly, mostly listening to Fan Jiang's voice.
Indeed, I could see dimly that Fan Jiang was bending over, about to touch something inside the coffin...
With Lao Gong's warning, he stopped trembling and hesitated.
But his voice trembled, revealing an uncontrollable greed.
"The Five Elixirs... the Five Elixirs of Juqu Mountain... eating them can make one an immortal... My god, there are so many... one coffin is full of them..."
Fan Jiang's voice was filled with a note of distress, as if his emotions were at the peak of excitement.
My scalp prickled.
A single coffin is filled with the Five Elixirs?
No, it's a kind of elixir! The one Siyan is holding in her hand that Fan Jiang mentioned!
This elixir, something is off!
Firstly, the number is off!
Too many! Such precious thing that can make one an immortal being must be rare treasures, and the quantity would certainly not be many. Even the Night-light Cave Nose has only a small one.
The direct issue is the current motionless Siyan!
"I'll just have a piece, a tiny piece, a great boon... one..." Fan Jiang was about to reach his hand into the coffin again.
"If I eat it, I'll die!" Wu Jinaran's voice sounds like thunder.
"Fan Jiang, Fan Old Brother, you think it over, there are so many Five Elixirs, who wouldn't have immortals in Juqu Mountain?
"Sister Siyan, why would she still be trapped here, motionless!?"
"No one has ever seen the Five Elixirs of Juqu Mountain, this is definitely a toxic substance! You must not touch it!"
"Do as I say, pull Sister Siyan out of here carefully, do not touch those things, lest you get poisoned!"
After saying these words, Wu Jinaran dared not breathe a single breath, and Ma Qi on the side was even more flushed with anger.
Lao Gong mumbled in his mouth: "The first dragon spirit, the second shen cheng, the third Yan tian, the fourth nightlight cave nose, the fifth Liao Yu..."
"The nightlight cave nose looks like a nose, the dragon spirit must have some style? Shen cheng is a ginseng, Liao Yu must be made of jade, this thing might be Yan tian."
He doesn't need to speak; as soon as he spoke, Fan Jiang couldn't help himself. He stood next to the coffin, looking extremely hesitant and indecisive, his eyes kept filling with tears.
