Twenty Curses of Ancient Tombs

  Xue Pinhan suddenly lifted his head, his eyes scanning the faces of the three people. The three people's faces were pale and expressionless, their eyes staring at him without blinking. Without blinking? Only corpses can achieve eternal non-blinking!

  Xue Pin's mind was in a mess, he couldn't tell whether the three old Yangs were already dead or being controlled, or if these three people were just female ghosts' illusions. What should I do? He asked himself urgently again and again in his heart.

  Those three people stiffly let out a cold laugh together, stretched out sharp claws and reached for him. Xue Pinhan shouted loudly, his whole body flashing with white light, and Old Yang's three immediately turned into three black masses of air, with mouths, eyes, and noses, flowing in the air, gradually disappearing. Xue Pinhan felt bitter in his heart, could it be... that those three had already met with harm? He couldn't help but feel sorrowful, tears streaming down, overnight, all the comrades by his side had fallen, leaving only him, how was he to face this?!

  The sky, the moon was gazing at him with a thousand emotions, in the moonlight, his master's face appeared, his eyes filled with trust and encouragement, Xue Pinhan wanted to take another look, but it disappeared instantly.

  "Master!" Xue Pinhan shouted, his heart aching as if it was about to split open.

  "Calling me?" A familiar voice came from behind. Xue Pinhan turned around, and his master stood behind him, always buttoning up every button neatly no matter the weather was hot or cold. His master was a cautious person.

  "Are you crying?" The master looked at his face carefully. He hastily wiped his face several times. The master smiled broadly: "You've grown up to be such a big boy, and you're still crying? Aren't you ashamed?" Xue Pinhan smiled awkwardly, in his eyes the master's status surpassed that of his father.

  The master's smile on his face suddenly froze: "Oh no, she's coming after us!" He hastily ran forward.

  Xue Pinhan turned around, and his junior sister ran over from a distance. He blocked her way and asked sternly, "What do you want to do?"

  The little sister sneered and aimed her gun at him, asking back: "What did you say I was going to do?" Her eyes were evil and cold.

  The master saw the situation and ran back again, blocking Xue Pinhan's way, shouting at him: "Run quickly!"

  Xue Pinhan suddenly shot a gun at the chest of his junior sister, "Bang!" The sound was like a sharp sword piercing through layers of fog, thoroughly startling him awake. In front of him, Su Yingzhen covered her chest, painfully and slowly knelt down on the ground, the blood color on her face quickly faded away, becoming as white as paper.

  Xue Pin's heart ached as he loudly cried out: "Zhen Zhen!" He rushed forward and hugged her. She was breathing rapidly, with sweat pouring down her forehead like a stream. Her hand tightly grasped the peach wood dagger, and blood gushed out from her chest, dripping onto the ground.

  "Ha ha"

  Xue Pinhan lifted his head and saw that his master was gradually turning into a woman in red. A vicious light shot out of her eyes, pouncing towards them. Xue Pinhan closed his eyes in despair, holding Su Yingzhen in his arms, silently praying in his heart that the female ghost would take his life and spare Su Yingzhen's.

  Su Yingzhen exerted great effort to push him away, and Jin Li's dagger, stained with fresh blood, stabbed towards Wu's chest. With a "whooshing" sound, a ball of flames rose up, and Wu was shocked and pale, hastily fleeing in disarray.

  Behind him, a heavy door creaked open, and with a "ya" sound, the big fire suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before. Xue Pinhan was shocked to find that Su Yingzhen was still in the tomb chamber. Probably because he had lost too much blood, Su Yingzhen felt colder and colder, feeling very tired. He closed his eyes and entered a boundless and endless darkness...

  The vibrant sunlight poured in, sweeping away the gloom and decay of the tomb, as Old Yang and the others rushed in. They saw that Su Yingzhen's chest was stained with fresh blood and knew something had happened. Without asking any questions, they carefully lifted her onto the car with Xue Pinhan, who pressed his hand against the wound. His face was indistinguishable between sweat and tears.

  Old Yang, who always prioritized safety, drove the car at a breakneck speed. Dong Yiqi and Shen Zhiyuan were also overcome with grief. As soon as Xue Pinhan and Su Yingzhen entered the ancient tomb, the wooden door was inexplicably closed behind them, and they knew something was terribly wrong. They tried every possible method to open the door from the outside, but no matter what they did, it wouldn't budge. But what they least expected was that Su Yingzhen would find herself in a life-threatening situation.

  At this time, Su Yingzhen did not feel any pain, walking in a narrow and dark tunnel, no, it was more like floating. She lowered her head, and indeed her feet didn't touch the ground, feeling inexplicable lightness, joy, and peace, as if all worldly troubles had left her. Although she was just a young girl, but even children have their own unknown sorrows and worries that others can't understand. But now, they were all gone.

  A faint, alluring light was visible in front of the tunnel, and she floated forward excitedly. A strong gravitational pull drew her in, and many images flashed before her eyes, making her dizzy.

  When she woke up, she found herself lying on a carved large bed, covered with a big red satin quilt, and the bed was set with embroidered silk curtains. Looking at herself again, wearing ancient clothes, could it be that she had traveled through time?

  She jumped down from the bed in surprise, an anciently dressed man was sitting in front of the bed dozing off. Hearing the commotion, he opened his eyes and saw her energetic appearance, very delighted: "Hanyan, you're awake?" Su Yingzhen was taken aback, seeing a copper mirror on the table, she quickly picked it up to take a look. The woman in the mirror she recognized, it was that resentful face with a hint of sadness, could it be that she had turned into Huan?

  But why did the man call himself Hanyan? The name sounds quite ominous, is it a wrongful charge or a grudge? Didn't the fortune teller say that everyone's name can affect their fate?

  A maidservant came in from outside, and the maidservant curtsied to the man: "Young master, the young mistress asked me to deliver the medicine to Auntie to drink, hoping that Auntie will recover soon."

  Auntie? Su Ying vaguely remembered that in "Dream of the Red Chamber", a concubine was called Auntie, could it be that she was a concubine?

  A bitter medicinal smell wafted into her nostrils, Su Yingzhen had always been afraid of taking medicine, let alone the extremely bitter Chinese medicine. She hurriedly used her hand to block the man who took the medicine bowl from the maid's hands. The man looked at her with a pampering gaze: "Listen, if you don't drink it, your illness won't get better."

  Su Yingzhen stubbornly shook her head.

  The man's face showed a look of anxiety: "Drink it quickly, otherwise the old lady..." Before he could finish speaking, the sound of a cane knocking on the ground came from outside. A group of women in bright colors surrounded an elderly woman with white hair and walked in. She glanced at the medicine bowl and snorted coldly: "Is it necessary for someone to force you to drink?"

  "It's not, it's not." The man hastily explained, casting a glance at Su Yingzhen. Su Yingzhen had no choice but to take the bowl, close her eyes and drink it in one gulp, her eyebrows furrowed in bitterness.

  The old lady turned around and left, seeing that the man had no intention of leaving, she was very angry and scolded: "Don't go to the study!"

  The man walked out with a humble and obedient attitude. A woman in green clothes who was supporting the old lady turned her head to look at him, and that glance was full of jealousy and hatred, making Du Yingzhen feel chilled to the bone.

  Suddenly felt unbearable abdominal pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down from her forehead. Su Yingzhen didn't know why, but she thought of that woman's eyes, could it be... poison in the medicine?

  She rushed out of the door, shouting for help, but the large courtyard seemed uninhabited, with no one responding. Even the flowers and grass under the corridor were motionless. Su Yingzhen fainted from pain, and when she came to, only the man was by her side, sobbing. Seeing that she wanted to say something, he lifted her head, and with her last ounce of strength, she wrote a character in his palm - the character "huò", full of resentment and anger: "After I die, be sure to write this character on my tombstone."

  Su Ying's soul really separated from Wu's body, could it be that she was reenacting Wu's death?

  A few days later, Wu was buried. As a concubine, she could not be placed in a coffin, so a large single coffin was made for her.

  Su Yingzhen followed into the tomb, a long-lasting lamp emitting a dim yellow light, illuminating Wu's face so lonely and helpless. Su Yingzhen felt an inexplicable sadness welling up in her heart, gently wiping away the blood and tears remaining on his face. Wanting to soothe the pain in his eyes...

  Outside the tomb, a faint sound of footsteps echoed, followed by an eerie creaking door sound. Three men resembling household servants entered, one of whom pulled out a silver vial from his body and sprinkled its contents evenly over Ahui's corpse. As he did so, he said: "Don't blame me, blame the young mistress instead. Who told you to be favored? She hates you to the bone, telling me to destroy your corpse, letting you never reincarnate."

  The corpse of the angry one emitted bursts of white smoke, shriveled up and dried out, then rapidly decayed and rotted away, turning into a pool of black water that vanished in an instant.

  A group of people were about to leave, when the tomb door slammed shut. Su Yingzhen felt a strange atmosphere, and from within the coffin, a black smoke slowly gathered, growing thicker and thicker, forming into a human figure. Suddenly, with blood-red eyes, it sat up from within the coffin...

  What a disaster today, finished writing and accidentally pressed the wrong key, everything disappeared. Had to rewrite in a hurry, cut out a lot of content, not satisfied with it myself. But strangely, after posting, the click rate dropped? So sad! Must be because I didn't write well, keep working hard, every night!