Dragon and Tiger Tomb, Zhang Family Burial Ground, the graves are filled with nothing but the dead, in the orifices of the dead there are no souls; soulless and spiritless, they become immortals.
The lame old man spoke in a low, hushed voice, as if mumbling in a dream, drifting at the mysterious village entrance, like wandering shades, guarding that ancient desolate tomb within the shrouding, bewildering mists.
Ghost money soared, firelight flickered across the face of the lame old man, casting that gaze directed at Zhang Fan all the more unfathomable.
"Crippled Elder…"
Bai Yujing's expression tensed; she stepped forward, blocking Zhang Fan with her body.
The lame old man bared his teeth in a chilling grin; the paper money in the brazier spiraled ever more fiercely.
"Little Si Snake, what makes you so nervous? After all these years, what sort of people hasn't Tai Sui Village seen?" the lame old man said blandly.
"The Zhang Family has come, the Li Family has come too…"
