any people in the house had already been corrupted by the corpse demon's poisonous blood.Is Ke Xi Ling Zhou not Shi Xin ZiTime is so short, it wouldn't be possible to have surgery, rightA man's raspy...The sound seemed to be right next to my ear, piercing directly into my eardrum.

It shook me to my core, I almost blurted out his name.

Jiang Qiyun, you're here

My brother was beside me, his eyes sharp and quick. He covered my mouth with his hand, signaling me to stay silent at all costs.

I turned back, but there was no sign of Jiang Qiyun. However, the words I had just heard were indeed his.

Besides him, who else could utter a "soft word" with such detachment, coldness, and aloofness

My brother kept winking at me. I couldn't see his eyes in the darkness, but I understood what he meant.

Don't get distracted, okay! Losing your focus will hold you back!

Originally, when sneaking into the crowd, it's important to keep an appropriate distance from those ahead.

The two figures in white mourning hats ahead of us were almost merging with the darkness. The entire team was silent, like a scene from a silent film. Any sound we made could potentially expose us.

In the darkness, Zhou Lao Yao's hoarse voice came from ahead: "We're about to cross the bridge... Close your eyes and mouths, don't make a sound..."

I glanced at my brother. This week, the youngest one definitely had some secret hidden.

These clansmen were all silent, only the few who came to carry the coffin chattered their teeth and whispered, "Uncle Zhou, it's cold and slippery here. It's fine to keep your mouth shut, but if you close your eyes, you might end up in the river..."

"Tut!" Zhou Lao Yao spat softly, "Don't talk nonsense! This rickety bridge is just a short stretch, you could walk it blindfolded! Put your hands on the shoulders of the person in front, I'll lead the way!"

"Even if you don't close your eyes, you can't see anything here. It's pitch black! Are you afraid we'll see the way to your ancestral graves, Uncle Zhou" a man grumbled不滿地.

Zhou Lao Ya threw away his usual slick and cunning facade, warning them with a hint of ferocity: "You get paid to do this, so shut your mouths and keep quiet. If it weren't for the fact that you both have strong life energies, I wouldn't even dare ask you to carry the coffin… Get out!"

Is the fire burning strong

I just made eye contact with these coffin bearers outside the courtyard. Although I don't know their birth dates, just by feeling them, they seem like ordinary people.

And they were all shivering with cold here, those with strong life force wouldn't be so easily affected by evil spirits.

My heart was burdened by my uncle's entrustment, and the current situation also made me anxious. I couldn't help but think of Jiang Qiyun—was that just now his words in my ear Why wasn't he appearing

Are you still mad at me

"... Little sister, the water is so refreshing, come play with us..." A faint voice suddenly entered my ear, I was startled and turned my head to look at the edge of my feet.

The pitch-black surface of the water reflected the moonlight, and in that river, a woman's face seemed to appear and disappear like a phantom.

Water ghost!

My reflexively cast spell, and the water ghost's head plunged into the riverbed.

"Who's behind there!" Zhou Lao Yao's sharp senses detected something amiss, and he immediately growled out a warning.

The people ahead turned their heads and looked back. We're going to be discovered!

Zhou Lao Yao's half face was illuminated by the moonlight, and he glared fiercely at the coffin.

My brother reacted incredibly fast. He immediately followed the tribe members, turning sideways and looking around. Then he glanced at me, shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, and spread his hands towards Zhou Laoyao in front, acting utterly innocent!

Zhou Lao Yao had said from the start to close his eyes and mouth, so my brother's silent performance eased his expression somewhat.

His tone was laced with exasperation: "You incompetent lot... I told you to keep your eyes and mouths shut, yet none of you have followed the ancestral teachings. How can you expect to be protected by our ancestors if you don't even heed their words!"

"They're all trash... Get back across the bridge after you pass, I'll send myself up the mountain..." He mumbled to himself.

To carry the coffin up the mountain himself How could he possibly manage that alone

My brother squeezed my palm hard, and I lowered my head, not daring to make a sound. Seeing the water ghost, I subconsciously recited the incantation, but as soon as I started, the water ghost vanished! It's become a spirit now, hasn't it

I stole a glance at my brother. Young Master Mu's eyes were sparkling, intrigued by Zhou Lao Mao's mysterious actions.

The mourners were rather scattered, my brother knocked down two and took their mourning clothes so that we could join the procession here.

Across the Tsutsumi Bridge, the scenery is hazy in the darkness.

Ordinary people would think this is fog, but those who walk the Yin and Yang can almost always tell the difference.

This scene, as if seen through a layer of frosted glass, is a place of chaotic energy, where yin and yang are separated.

At the bridgehead, Zhou Lao Yao told me to put down the coffin. He untied the rope from his waist and dragged the coffin down the bridge himself.

The moment he stepped onto the other side of the bridge, a chilling aura filled the air. The young men carrying the coffin shuddered and collapsed with several gulps. The people behind them, as if expecting this, reached out to support them and carried them back.

You're really good at this, aren't you

My brother gave me a wink, and we stepped aside to let the tribal people carry the fallen coffin back along their path.

I stared at the rippling river behind me. The moonlight reflected on its surface, while the depths below remained dark and mysterious, filling me with dread.

I'm afraid of water. It's a psychological problem, I guess I can't change it.

This relates to my previous experiences. I read in a book that the fear of the deep sea is also a type of claustrophobia. Both make people feel like they are in a confined space and unable to escape, which leads to fear and anxiety.

As the water gets closer, I feel like I'm about to fall into it, and my breathing becomes rapid.

In the darkness, a cold hand rested on my lower back, its icy touch seeping through my clothes and into my skin.

It's him, he must be by my side.

But why wouldn't he want to appear, anyway, no one outside could see him.

I was just telling a little white lie, is it really necessary to be so angry...

"Jiang Qiyun, you this—"

You cheapskate!

The celestial immortals still snub me, a mere mortal, and refuse to see me!

I could bear it no longer. My brother, quick-witted and nimble, covered my mouth and leaped forward with me, taking us off the bridge.

It's so cold behind the bridge!

There was a trail on the ground, the direction Zhou Lao Yao dragged the coffin up the mountain. The old man actually sent the coffin up the mountain by himself

My brother looked around, feeling relatively safe for the moment. He hissed, "Xiao Qiao, what's wrong with you We're trying to handle something here, why are you always so distracted!"

"I... I... Jiang Qiyun seems to be here, but he doesn't want to show himself. Just now too, he... me..." I was speechless and didn't know what to say.

My brother let out a long sigh: “With your emotional intelligence, you’re not suited for arguments. I think he's deliberately trying to get to you. Let me give you some advice—the more you act like you care about him in this situation, the more pleased he'll be. The more you focus on your own things and ignore him, the sooner he'll come crawling back.”

"Really" I questioned, doubtful.

“Truly! Relationships are all about who cares more. Trust me!” My brother tugged at his filial attire, pulling the hood of the tactical vest underneath over his head: “Come on, my uncle wants us to know something that’s just ahead—once we're done with this, you two can go back to your nest and stew in your anger!”ce your own opportunities so that you don't miss out on them.""As the saying goes, one should act according to their position... The Wuzhu clan's name is already scattered abroad, living precariously...