Twenty-Three Ancient Tomb Curses

  As the car was about to fall into the deep abyss, Xue Pinhan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "Zhen Zhen, hurry up and come to the back seat!" He shouted anxiously once again.

  Su Yingzhen wiped away tears, her recent courage had turned cold, and she carefully crawled backwards, her whole body soft. With great difficulty, she managed to crawl to the back seat, but was thrown forward with a loud "thud" as the car's front end suddenly surged forward violently, leaving Su Yingzhen's life hanging by a thread. The four men in the back were so frightened that their souls almost escaped, and they desperately held down the violently shaking vehicle.

  Finally, the car stopped shaking, and Xue Pinhan carefully freed one hand to slowly open the door. Su Ying stretched out a tear-stained face with one hand, and Xue Pinhan tightly grasped that icy small hand, using force to quickly pull her out of the car. At the same time, the car rushed forward, falling into the deep abyss, and a loud explosion sounded from below the cliff.

  Su Yingzhen burst into loud wailing, grateful to have narrowly escaped death, and tightly hugged Xue Pinhan's neck, refusing to let go.

  It wasn't until after a long time had passed that her emotions finally stabilized, and the group continued on their way to Huaihua Village.

  The dark air was still rolling and flowing, the scenery around was faintly visible in the hazy fog, hiding mystery and eeriness. The further Su Ying walked, the tighter her heart became, and the bad premonition grew stronger in the darkness.

  Finally arrived at the village of Sophora, the mist-shrouded village was unusually quiet, giving people a sense of desolation, as if in a cemetery. The snow-white sophora flowers covered the branches, emitting a tense and solemn atmosphere amidst the gloom, filled with endless heavy sighs, just like... someone was holding a funeral.

  "Boom, boom, crackle, crackle" - the sudden deafening firecracker sounds shook them up, wave after wave, one sound more urgent than the last, teasing their nerves and making the group feel frightened and uneasy.

  The mournful sound of Bei Cang pierced the air, entwining with the gloomy fog, filling the atmosphere with eeriness.

  Five people stood frozen in place, their backs chilled to the bone. The sound of mourning music drew near, and out of the thick fog emerged figures clad in white, like ghosts gliding slowly towards them, gradually becoming clearer. A funeral procession appeared before them. For some reason, all the mourners were dressed in white mourning attire, which contrasted starkly with the white pagoda trees, and together with the swirling black smoke, the entire village seemed...like a grand ancestral hall, and they were just the portraits hung within it.

  Su Yingzhen felt extremely cold, as if she was going through winter, and involuntarily leaned towards Xue Pinhan. Xue Pinhan wrapped his arms around her, clearly feeling her tremble like a sieve, but he didn't turn to look at her, his attention fully focused on the funeral procession, his eyes filled with suspicion and vigilance.

  He always felt that the group of people who came to mourn were peeking at them, or rather, peeking at Su Yingzhen. But when he looked over, they all had solemn faces and didn't seem to be peeking. Was it just him being too cautious? But how could this uncomfortable feeling be so strong?

  The fog swirling above the village seemed to be getting thicker, the sky was gloomy as if it was about to fall down. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew from the crowd wearing mourning attire, scattering paper money in all directions, blowing towards Su Yingzhen's body. Su Yingzhen hastily dodged, those paper money seemed to have eyes and followed her.

  Xue Pinhan noticed that the group of people's eyes suddenly turned strange and gloomy, walking towards them in unison, their mouths making a cold, mocking laughter that made one's hair stand on end.

  "What do you want to do?" Xue Pinhan shouted loudly.

  "Get it in there." The group of people gave Su Yingzhen an evil stare.

  Xue Pinhan shouted loudly and pulled Su Yingzhen to turn around and run away immediately.

  "Save me, waaah, save me!" A little girl's panicked and terrified crying voice came from behind. Xue Pinhan stopped in his tracks, hesitated for a moment, then said: "You three take Zhenzhen and go first, I'll go back and take a look."

  "No way, it's too dangerous!" Old Yang disagreed.

  "It's just, I don't know if it's human or ghost." Dong Yi Qi also dissuaded.

  "What if it's a person?" Xue Pinhan said: "Can we just stand by and do nothing?"

  "Head, we'll go with you." Dong Yi Qi and Shen Zhi Yuan said: "Leave Yang Shu to take care of Zhen Zhen."

  Xue Pinhan nodded, observed the terrain for a moment, and said to Old Yang: "You and Zhenzhen hide in that land temple, if we don't come looking for you within an hour, you quickly take Zhenzhen away."

  Old Yang opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't say a word. There were tears welling up in his eyes. Su Yingzhen beside him had already burst into tears. Dong Yiqi's nose was sour and his voice was somewhat unusual as he said: "Silly girl, we're not like we won't come back." The three of them turned around and left, soon disappearing into the vast misty color.

  Old Yang supported Su Yingzhen to the Land Temple, and as soon as they sat down, a girl's desperate cry for help came from outside the door: "Sister, save me!" That voice was clearly the same cry for help they had heard earlier, how did it appear here again?

  In the thick fog, a small figure was running towards them.

  Su Yingzhen and Old Yang's hearts suddenly rose to their throats as they vigilantly stared at the small figure.

  A seven or eight-year-old little girl ran to their front in a panic, saw a big patch of blood on Su Yingzhen's chest, seemed to be frightened, looked at him with surprise, took a few steps back, cast her eyes on Old Yang, and looked at her timidly, as if she needed her father's protection, making people feel loving.

  Su Yingzhen stared at her, feeling that something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Old Yang had already been overcome with paternal affection, revealing a loving smile as he stretched out his arms to embrace her. Before Su Yingzhen could stop him, Old Yang's face had changed color, looking at the little girl in shock and incredulity.

  The girl turned around and said coldly to her, "Burn the peach wood dagger immediately!" The expression of speaking was like... anger! Her whole face was gloomy and full of murderous aura.

  Su Yingzhen's mouth was agape, so tense that he even forgot to breathe, staring blankly at the little girl holding Old Yang's gun against his abdomen.

  "I don't have a lighter." Su Yingzhen's whole body was icy cold at this moment, and she was so tense that even her voice sounded unnatural.

  The girl coldly pulled out a lighter from Old Yang's pocket and threw it to her. Su Yingzhen slowly picked it up, her hands shaking badly, unable to light it no matter what.

  "Don't burn!" Old Yang shouted anxiously.

  Bang! A gunshot rang out and Old Yang slowly fell to the ground, clutching his stomach in agony. His face contorted in pain as he stared at Su Yingzhen with a silent warning.

  Su Yingzhen's heart ached and her chest felt like it was about to crack open, she wanted to cry but couldn't.

  "If you don't burn it, I'll blow his head off!" The little girl glared at her with bloodshot eyes, as if she could kill her with a single glance. Her face was filled with murderous intent, making people afraid.

  A figure rushed over and knocked the little girl flying, causing the gun to fall to the ground, which Dong Yiqi hastily picked up.

  Su Yingzhen clearly saw that at the moment when the girl was pounced on, the evil spirit separated from her body. Su Yingzhen suddenly gained courage, thickly applying his own blood to the dagger and loudly shouting as he charged towards the evil spirit.

  The entire dagger had been thrust into her body, with even the hilt entering inside.

  A massive fire suddenly erupted, illuminating the dark sky. Ahui struggled futilely in the intense flames, rolling about in agony and letting out a blood-curdling scream. The tongues of flame licked her greedily, making a sizzling sound as she was slowly consumed like a piece of wood. In the moment when she was completely engulfed by the fire, Ahui glared at Su Yingzhen with her fierce eyes, as if to etch herself into her memory forever.

  Su Ying's expression was tense as she watched this scene, her face filled with horror.

  It disappeared with a whoosh, just like it appeared out of thin air. The oppressive fog that had been weighing people down also gradually dispersed, and sunlight poured down, casting a warm glow over the scene as the small grasses and flowers swayed carefree in the gentle breeze.

  What a beautiful world!

  "Finally got rid of the curse!" Old Yang said with a sigh of relief.

  "Resentment is caused by people, and it's also resolved by people. If there were no resentment between people, how could so many troubles arise?" Su Ying said with a sudden realization, and the crowd fell silent, lost in thought.

  After a few days, Old Yang's injuries had recovered somewhat, and the group left Huaihua Village.

  In the vast and boundless world, wherever there are people, dark energy will slowly condense... Curses will rise again...