Just as the driver was about to accelerate, he saw a motorcycle speeding towards him and suddenly veer off into a small road on the right.

The driver paused for a moment, glanced at the navigation, and realized something was wrong; that road was blocked.

What are you going over there for?

After driving for a while, Zhuang Xun suddenly sat up straight. "Something's not right!"

The passengers were all startled. "Senior Brother Zhuang, what's wrong?"

"That person on that motorcycle just now, it looks like Teacher Ruan! Turn around, turn around quickly and chase after them!"

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Xu Shanglou, seeing out of the corner of his eye that they had arrived at the Hubo area, smiled and said to his wife, "We'll be there soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong!

The scenery outside the car window is indeed by the lake, but it's clearly not the road home!

"Uncle Qin, you've taken the wrong turn," Xu Shanglou quickly reminded the driver.

The driver did not react at all, and even seemed to be accelerating.

Xu Shanglou's heart skipped a beat: "Uncle Qin, stop! You're driving the wrong way, this isn't the way home!"

“I didn’t drive the wrong car.” Chu Yuqi’s voice came from the passenger seat. “I would like to invite Mr. Xu to my home as a guest.”

On the other end of the phone, Ruan Mingying had already keenly sensed that something was wrong.

"Honey, what's going on? Hello..."

With a hissing sound, the communication was cut off.

Xu Shanglou glanced at Xiang Yuhan beside him, who had already fainted at some point. The two people in the front row were clearly being controlled, one of them being the mastermind.

"You want to invite me to your home? Where should we go? If I remember correctly, this road is impassable," he said in a deep voice.

This path by the lake originally led up the mountain, but because it was only half-built, it was later completely abandoned.

This area is all villas, so people wouldn't choose to take this road if they wanted to go up the mountain.

Further on, the asphalt road ends, and ahead lies a rugged mountain path. Traces of past climbers can still be faintly seen, but overgrown with weeds, the path has been completely obscured.

The car showed no sign of stopping and kept driving forward.

The waist-high grass blocked the view, but the driver was oblivious and kept driving forward.

This can't go on; who knows where they're going to take me?

Xu Shanglou secretly clenched the amulet in his pocket, preparing to step forward and subdue Chu Yuqi.

Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle came from behind him. Why would there be a motorcycle on this road? His heart sank. Could this be Chu Yuqi's accomplice?

He soon realized it wasn't him; the figures on the motorcycle were clearly Ming Zhuo and Gu Xu!

The car came to a sudden stop, and Xu Shanglou's body lurched forward due to inertia, before a hand grabbed his tie.

Chu Yuqi knelt on the passenger seat, reaching out to grab him with astonishing strength, while her other hand held a knife, its tip gleaming coldly…

At the critical moment, a peach wood sword flew over, shattering the windshield and knocking the dagger out of Chu Yuqi's hand.

Xu Shanglou took the opportunity to loosen his tie, thus avoiding being strangled to death.

Just then, the car suddenly started moving again. The driver turned the steering wheel, reversed, and then stepped on the gas, rushing towards the artificial lake!

Xu Shanglou noticed that Chu Yuqi opened the car door, took the opportunity to roll out of the car, and abandoned it and left!

He pounded on the car door, only to find it locked by the driver and impossible to open.

"Ah Xu, stand back a bit and wait for my command to throw out the bronze mirror." In his haste, Ming Zhuo only had time to give the order.

Gu Xu watched as she landed on the lakeside after several falls, in the direction the car had crashed into, and his heart couldn't help but tighten slightly.

Mingzhuo gripped the peach wood sword, made hand seals and chanted incantations, and a gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, made her clothes flutter loudly.

Then Xu Shanglou felt the car suddenly slow down!

This slowness is not a natural braking deceleration, but rather like the car suddenly getting stuck in a swamp, its forward momentum blocked.

The people on the bus couldn't see it, but Gu Xu could see it very clearly.

That wasn't a swamp at all; the car's wheels were being gripped by skeletal hands that were reaching out from underground.

The scene before my eyes was extremely bizarre: thousands upon thousands of skeletons reached out and clung tightly to the wheels.

If one hand is broken, several others will quickly take its place.

A roar and howl came from underground, the sound filled with extreme resentment, as if struggling to break through the soil.

"Ah Xu, the bronze mirror!"

As soon as Mingzhuo finished speaking, Gu Xu threw out the bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror flew into the air, its surface becoming incredibly bright, reflecting the stark white bones on the ground, and the roaring sounds from underground gradually subsided.

If someone from the Xuanmen sect were to pass by here, they would surely find it strange that they could see ritual implements being performed but not sense any yin or ghostly energy.

The bronze mirror shimmered and gleamed, as if it had opened up an invisible barrier.

Driver Qin was jolted awake by the sight of the bronze mirror. He suddenly felt a pain in his eyes and quickly released the steering wheel to rub them.

Just then, the skeletons seemed to finally give way, breaking one after another, and the car surged forward once again.

"I knew something was going to happen." Mingzhuo had anticipated this and suddenly said, "Uncle Qin, step on the brakes."

In his panic, Uncle Qin couldn't listen to anything anyone else was saying.

But he suddenly stopped rubbing his eyes and said stiffly, "Okay."

The incense ash gu that had been causing trouble in Uncle Qin's eyes finally quieted down, manipulating Uncle Qin to stop the car three meters in front of Ming Zhuo.

Zhuang Xun and Daoist Tingyun arrived in a hurry.

They realized something was wrong halfway there and quickly turned the car around to catch up, but soon found that the road was blocked. So they abandoned the car and followed the tracks where the grass had been trampled.

Xu Shanglou breathed a sigh of relief, noticing that Xiang Yuhan, who had fainted beside him, seemed to be waking up, and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Xiang, are you alright?"

A struggle flashed in Xiang Yuhan's eyes. Suddenly, she raised the knife in her hand and stabbed at Xu Shanglou.

Xu Shanglou had already taken precautions; he pushed open the car door, got out, and closed the door in one smooth motion.

It turns out that Uncle Qin had already unlocked the car door when the car stopped.

But Xiang Yuhan's knife still pierced into the flesh, and with a "plop," blood instantly flowed out.

Sweat beaded on Xiang Yuhan's forehead. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but his right hand was completely controlled.

In the struggle, he could only use his left hand to block the attack, and the knife pierced through his palm.

He looked at Mingzhuo through the car window, "Teacher Ruan..."

Zhuang Xun and Daoist Tingyun rushed up, "Teacher Xiang, how are you?"

Seeing the swirling incense ash poison in his eyes, the two were startled, completely unaware of when their companion had been poisoned.

They went to Beishan Temple and were quite experienced in dealing with incense ash gu. One of them lit an incense stick, while the other took out a pill and gave it to Xiang Yuhan.

Before long, the incense ash gu rolled to the ground and was killed by Zhuang Xun with a single sword strike.

On the other side, Mingzhuo also killed the incense ash gu that crawled out of Uncle Qin's eye.

The bronze mirror flew back into Gu Xu's hand, and the ground that had just sprouted countless white bones had long since returned to normal, without any abnormalities.

Mingzhuo glanced at the group of uninvited guests. "Let's go back and tell you what's going on."