Chapter 197: Pulling Incense at the Grave
I heard that they were leaving.

The enthusiasm on all the villagers' faces faded and became expressionless.

The temperature around me seemed to change from mid-spring to mid-winter in an instant. My clothes were instantly soaked through and white mist came out of my mouth and nose when I breathed.

The red and white makeup on the villagers' faces made them look even more eerie and strange. They had a hint of humanity just now, but now they all looked like corpses.

Wu Xian placed his hand on the handle of the machete, ready to chop people madly at any time.

Sun Qian swallowed nervously and moved slightly closer to Wu Xian.

It was a rare opportunity for two strangers like them to live in peace in a place full of ghosts. It was wishful thinking to expect to leave safely without any conflict.

The atmosphere was tense.

The villagers all raised their pale palms, with sharp nails gradually growing out.

at this time.

Village chief Qin Baolu suddenly said, "It's time."

Other villagers also echoed.

"Time is up."

"That's too late."

"Let them go, and accumulate some good karma..."

The villagers were not ready to take action, but their faces still looked ugly. In an extremely tense atmosphere, they surrounded Wu Xian and the other man and came to the entrance of the village, waving at them in unison.

Every wave.

The villagers retreated a distance mysteriously.

The two men clearly did not move, but the villagers and the village were getting farther and farther away from them until they disappeared from their sight.

Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

The surrounding area is overgrown with weeds and there are many mounds on the ground. In front of each mound there is a wooden sign with the name of the deceased written on it. This is a cemetery.

He touched his neck.

The scorching sun shines on my neck, making it feel slightly hot. It’s time to return to reality.

Snapped!
A hand patted Sun Qian on the back, scaring him so much that he jumped up. He turned around and found that the person who patted his shoulder was Shi Ji.

At this time, Shi Ji was holding a mineral water bottle filled with yellow liquid.

Seeing the two of them respond, Shi Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are finally back. When you first entered this cemetery, you seemed to have lost your soul. You didn't respond when I spoke to you, and it seemed like you were talking to someone else."

"Sometimes he sat on the grave mound, sometimes he went to eat the offerings, and wandered around in this graveyard. It was only just now that it seemed to have become a little lively."

"I wanted to call you out in advance, but seeing that your expressions were still normal, I just sat back and watched without rescuing you."

Wu Xian looked at the water bottle in Shi Ji's hand, and was somewhat glad that Shi Ji just watched and did not save anyone.

Sun Qian didn't care about this.

"Brother Shi, you said... to eat the tribute?"

Shi Ji pointed to two tribute plates in front of a tombstone.

"Yes, you just took a bite each from those two plates."

Sun Qian hurried over to take a look.

There were two round plates, one filled with rice and the other with meat and vegetables. The rice should be what Wu Xian was eating, but it was a bit dry and hard, while the meat and vegetables were rotten and smelly, with maggots wriggling inside.

It's clear at a glance who eats which.

"vomit……"

Sun Qian immediately leaned on the tombstone and started to retch.

Wu Xian felt better when he found out that the food he ate was not too dirty.

Shi Ji patted Sun Qian on the back: "It's okay, I know about dirt. What you ate is fine, it's all protein..."

But Shi Ji's consolation had no effect, and Sun Qian vomited even more violently.

While Sun Qian was retching.

Shi Ji turned around and opened his palm towards Wu Xian. In his hand was a handful of residual incense! Wu Xian was startled.

"There are so many. Where did they come from?"

Shi Ji chuckled.

"Just now when you were mesmerized, I saw that every grave here had incense burning. I thought that these incense sticks should not be wasted, so I pinched the incense sticks one by one."

Wu Xian thought for a moment and finally figured things out.

They followed the guidance of the treasure hunting technique and came to this cemetery. There must be treasure here, and the treasure should be the residual burning incense.

But under normal circumstances, once you enter the cemetery, you will be dragged into the ghost den and there will be no chance to pull out the incense.

In the den of ghosts.

Those villagers tried several times to separate the two people, and gave them different amounts of food. It was obvious that these villagers had harmful intentions.

But this thought was mainly directed at Sun Qian.

This should be related to Wu Xian's high virtue. The villagers were not evil spirits, but just ghosts, so they treated Wu Xian, who had high virtue, with great courtesy.

But this courtesy is also limited.

During the last period in the village, the villagers were obviously planning to reveal their true identities, but because the time was up, they had to stop and send Wu Xian and the other two out of the village.

What they meant by time should be the lingering incense outside. How long the lingering incense can burn is how long Wu Xian and the others will be trapped in the ghost village.

Normally, they would stay until the incense sticks burned out, so a conflict was bound to break out.

But because Shi Ji stayed outside and extinguished all the remaining incense in advance, Wu Xian and the other two were able to leave early.

As for why Shi Ji was outside...

Maybe it’s because the ghosts in the village dislike him.

In short.

This trip to the ghost village was a safe and thrilling one.

The remaining incense in Shi Ji's hand was quite a lot. Together, the small handful of incense was more than one meter long, enough for four worships. It was worth Wu Xian's treasure hunt effort.

Shi Ji's contribution was great, so Wu Xian and Shi Ji each took 60 centimeters of remaining incense, which was enough for two worships.

Wu Xian prepared to give the remaining fragments of incense to Sun Qian.

Although Sun Qian only served as an atmosphere group, it was rare that he did not cause trouble. As an ordinary person, he could not help much. Only when he was given the ability earlier could he play a role.

As soon as Wu Xian turned around, he heard Sun Qian calling him.

"Brother Xian, come and see, there is something here!"

Sun Qian ate the dirty food and leaned against a tombstone, trying to vomit out all the dirt.

But as he was vomiting, he felt something was wrong under his feet, so he kicked the soil on the ground with his feet and found a square little door in front of the grave.

Wu Xian rolled his eyes.

"Again?"

After studying it for a while, he found that there should be no room under this small door. It was more like a safe in front of a grave with a small handle on the door.

To prevent traps.

Wu Xian found a bent stick and inserted it into the handle. He and Shi Ji tried to lift it up, but they broke the stick and the handle didn't move at all.

The small door has no keyhole and doesn’t seem to have any mechanism. How can it be opened?

Historical achievements take a different approach.

He wanted to use Wu Xian's machete to destroy the door directly, but when Wu Xian took the first slash, the entire cemetery shook.

The old men buried in the cemetery seemed to be offended and wanted to come out to teach Wu Xian and the other two a lesson, so the three of them hurriedly stopped the violent demolition work.

Just when the three of them were at a loss what to do.

Wu Xian suddenly noticed that the name of this tomb seemed familiar.

Qin Fuer...

Isn't this one of those five people?
(End of this chapter)