Chapter 330: The Thief at the Mass Grave
Wild grass grows between the graves, and the traces of phosphorescence are faint.

There is no one around, and I don’t know how many ghosts there are!
Wu Xian and Du E.

I searched carefully in the mass grave, feeling nervous with every step I took.

The scene of the mass grave was not very visually impactful to the relatives, but although it was obviously empty, it felt very crowded.

Green or blue ghost lights flickered around from time to time, and curious faces would appear in the occasional flicker.

Snapped!
Wu Xian's shoulder was suddenly patted.

He glanced at Du E beside him and found that she shrank her neck, as if something was blowing air on her neck.

"It seems that the residents here are very curious about the two of us."

Du E's hair was pulled again: "Being curious about us is better than thinking that we are delicious."

The two of them walked and looked along the way, and they didn't know how much harassment they received on the way. At first they had some reaction, but later they ignored the harassment.

Wu Xian's shoulders were being hit like drum beats, and Du E's hair began to stand on end like Wu Xian's.

At least so far.

The ghosts in the mass grave are still very friendly. Their harassment is not malicious. They are just as naughty as kindergarten children.

But the search by Wu Xian and his companions was not smooth.

The offerings here seem to be varied, but very few meet their requirements.

Most of the ceramic vessels are very simple. Those displayed outside are the lowest grade grayish white porcelain, or ceramics with cracks.

There are complete paper figures, but most of them are simple and single in style, not to mention rare things like red paper dogs and green paper bears.

Du E was a little discouraged.

"Are we thinking in the wrong direction? There's nothing we want in the mass grave?"

After thinking for two seconds, Wu Xian's eyes moved slightly.

"Whether it's right or not, let me try."

Wu Xian walked straight towards a grave mound. In front of the grave mound was an ordinary white plate with two steamed buns that had become somewhat dry and hard on the plate. He picked up a steamed bun, put it in his pocket, turned around and was about to leave.

Before he could reach Du E.

His foot was firmly grasped by a hand. When he turned around, he saw a thin man in coarse clothes lying on the ground holding his foot.

Judging from the man's complexion, he must have died of illness.

Simultaneously.

The surrounding environment changes instantly.

A small courtyard suddenly appeared around Wu Xian. The courtyard was surrounded by a fence. There was a small thatched house inside. The door of the thatched house looked like a tombstone.

There was a table in the yard with an empty plate on it. This empty plate was the plate from which Wu Xian had just taken the steamed buns.

Du E stood outside the yard, her face full of surprise.

"So that's it!"

"The mass grave is just a façade. Every grave is a haunted home."

"The offerings we saw were all junk placed in the yard to show off. The real good things were all kept at home. If that's the case... then this mass grave, from a sneaky perspective, is probably a huge city!"

Before Wu Xian could think any more, the tubercular ghost started yelling.

"Someone is stealing! Catch the thief!"

This scream made Wu Xian feel numb all over.

think carefully.

If we don't consider the difference between humans and ghosts, if he walks into someone else's yard, puts their things in his pocket and leaves, isn't this behavior stealing?

Wu Xian put the steamed bun back on the plate and argued dryly: "I thought no one wanted it... cough cough." But the tuberculosis patient was still shouting.

"Catch the thief! Catch the thief!"

Along with his voice, more than a dozen pale ghosts walked out of the surrounding graves, and each ghost was accompanied by the appearance of a building.

Some of these buildings are tall, some are short. The thatched houses of the poor and the mansions of the rich overlap, giving people a confusing sensory experience.

The ghosts walked into the yard and surrounded Wu Xian and Du E.

Even though Wu Xianyou was born with thick skin, his cheeks began to feel hot at this moment. It was the first time in his life that he had encountered such an embarrassing situation.

"Okay, this is my fault, how can I make it up to you?"

The sickly ghost stopped shouting, crawled around Wu Xian twice, sniffing his scent greedily, and his eyes lit up when he smelled his shoes.

"Shoes, I want these shoes!"

Wu Xian looked embarrassed. Although the Moon Palace Dance Shoes were women's shoes, they were very useful. He couldn't give them away just for a steamed bun. Besides, Wu Xian's original shoes had been thrown away long ago...

"I can't give you these shoes. Do you want anything else?"

Suddenly, there was a howling wind around, and the neighbors of the tuberculosis ghost all looked stern. The atmosphere suddenly became dark and dangerous, the tuberculosis ghost said viciously.

"That's a thief, and thieves must be punished!"

Du E asked curiously: "What kind of punishment is it?"

The sick ghost licked his tongue: "One ounce of raw meat, one ounce of blood!"

Wu Xian smiled bitterly. This was forcing him to hurt himself.

"What if I don't want to bleed?"

The ghosts around were filled with righteous indignation at Wu Xian's behavior as a deadbeat. They raised their weapons and shouted in a disorderly manner.

"See the officer, take him to see the underworld!"

Wu Xian's eyes lit up.

This information is crucial. If there are Yinchai in the mass grave, it means there is order here. Where there is order, what you want may be obtained through transactions!
But the problem now is that Wu Xian doesn't want to be handed over to the underworld as a thief.

Faced with the excited ghosts, Wu Xian hesitated as he touched his weapon. Judging from the temperature of the tuberculosis ghost's hand grabbing him, these ghosts should be very weak. Some of them may not even be transformed into ghosts. They are not even the lowest level of wandering ghosts.

With its telescopic stick, it is easy to sweep a large area.

It's very easy to get out.

But is it right to escape by force? If we clash with these ghosts, will it lead to greater trouble?
Just as Wu Xian was hesitating, Du E suddenly let out a scream.

Wu Xian looked in her direction and saw that her body had become translucent. From her confused expression, it was clear that she was unaware of the situation.

Swish!
Du E disappeared out of thin air.

Wu Xian was stunned for two seconds, then laughed.

"So that's it!"

"The petals of the Naihe Flower have limited effectiveness. Once the time is up, they will be forced back to the Undead City!"

As he spoke, Wu Xian's body also became translucent. He quickly took out a ten-denomination ghost banknote from his certificate of ordination and threw it to the tuberculosis ghost.

"This is my compensation to you!"

Finish this sentence.

Wu Xian's body also disappeared without a trace.

Their first exploration was a failure. They didn't get any props they wanted and even lost money. But with this experience, they will be familiar with it next time!

The sick ghost took the ghost money with an ecstatic look on his face. The ghosts around him showed envious expressions, but no one came to snatch it. They just watched jealously as the sick ghost hid the ghost money in his crotch...

(End of this chapter)