The air was thick with the corpses; this place had become a hell, a hell belonging to demons, where the ancient evil magic was simply unimaginable.

"Have you noticed that these corpses are arranged in a pattern, like a symbol, or like a magic circle?" Xiang Fei asked.

I looked around and, just as Xiang Fei had said, the corpses were arranged according to a magic array. However, the visibility was limited, making it difficult to see the whole picture.

Continuing onward, we came across another river, a river stained crimson with blood. Now we truly understood what it meant to have mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. This was it. We don't know how many people were slaughtered back then, but the rapid disappearance of the entire Shu Kingdom gives us a rough idea. At least a million civilians were massacred, not including the prisoners of war from other tribes.

The sheer number of people slaughtered created an incredibly terrifying atmosphere of death. Moreover, those who died tragically often harbored resentment. What kind of vengeful spirits and vengeful ghosts would roam in such a place?

We already understand in our hearts that this time we will not only be fighting against people, but also against vengeful spirits and even the Corpse King and the Ghost King.

With a splash, the blood river rippled, as if something was churning inside. We saw corpses rising from the blood river, and in an instant, the surface was covered with them, a truly terrifying sight.

These corpses were lying face up, their expressions indescribably grim, and blood was flowing from their seven orifices. Their open eyes seemed to be staring at us.

The river flowed, and the corpses began to flow with it, drifting deeper into the canyon. A chilling wind blew, as if countless wronged souls were claiming their lives.

The river water began to bubble, and then claws emerged from it—rotten, ghostly claws—slowly crawling up.

Our expressions changed drastically. Xiang Fei and I quickly set up the Yin-Yang Dharma and chanted the Yin-Yang Incantation: "Yin-Yang is the Dao. All wronged souls, retreat quickly. The Dharma turns the universe and determines the cycle of life and death. Why don't you hurry down to the Netherworld?"

Xiang Fei shouted and threw out several talismans. I also picked up the soul-summoning bell, chanted the incantation, and shook it.

After a moment, the restless spirits calmed down, and the ghosts that had climbed up climbed back down.

We became extremely vigilant, not daring to be careless in the slightest. Our intuition told us that this place was the most important place for the ancient Shu people, and perhaps the secret lay here.

The entire canyon was carved out and was very flat. Apart from the bluestone road, there were ancient corpses all around. For some reason, I always felt that something was following us, but when I turned around suddenly, I didn't see anything.

"What's wrong? Did you find something?" Xiang Fei asked, noticing my strange expression.

I gently shook my head. "I'm not sure either, but I just feel like something is following us."

"Really?" Xiang Fei's expression also turned serious. "I have the same feeling. It's like something followed us in and is watching us."

Hearing Xiang Fei say the same thing, we all became nervous. If one person's feeling is wrong, then it's hard to say what will happen to the other two.

At this moment, Xiang Fei took out a bag of lime from his backpack, gestured for me and Black Cat to stand still, ran back a few steps, scattered the lime on the ground, and then ran back.

They gestured for us to continue, but after a few steps, we suddenly stopped. Then, all three of us turned on our headlamps, shone them behind us, and quickly ran back to the lime we had just scattered.

After seeing everything clearly on the lime, not only did the suction nozzle cool down, but it was also covered with a dense array of footprints of varying sizes, creating a very messy scene.

"Things aren't looking good," Xiang Fei whispered.

Then he suddenly grabbed a handful of stones and threw them into the air, and threw out a paper talisman, which caught fire in the air.

Without hesitation, Xiang Fei and I jumped in. The two of us picked up the Yin-Yang thread and quickly wrapped it around the stone according to the Yin-Yang magic array, and then began the ritual.

The saying goes that Yin and Yang give rise to all things, and Tai Chi gives rise to two meanings. All Taoist practices in the world originate from Yin and Yang, which is why Yin-Yang masters are so highly regarded.

Xiang Fei and I are both Yin-Yang Feng Shui masters, but he is good at catching ghosts and I am good at observing Yin-Yang Feng Shui. However, the two of us together are still equivalent to half a Yin-Yang master.

Dealing with ordinary vengeful spirits and evil ghosts was no problem. The two of us began to perform rituals in the formation, and soon we saw more and more footprints in the lime, and some blurry shadows appeared.

"You wicked devils, do you want to be beaten to the point of never being reincarnated?" Xiang Fei shouted loudly.

These are all ordinary wronged spirits. They quickly expressed their thoughts, revealing that they were wronged spirits trapped here, unable to escape, and wanted us to grant them their wish.

We naturally wouldn't refuse such a request. We performed a ritual with Xiang Fei and recited the Crossing the Chaos Mantra, and these wronged souls dissipated. As for whether there will be reincarnation, we don't know; our cultivation is not yet sufficient to reach that realm.

However, we just obtained some useful information from the thoughts of these wronged souls. The most surprising thing is that when the emperor of the Former Shu Dynasty was building his tomb, he actually dug up a celestial corpse. Many people died at that time, and these wronged souls were the laborers who built the imperial tomb.

Upon learning this information, our hearts grew even heavier. "The Burial Ground of Immortals—could it be where immortals are buried? But how could an immortal die?"

We continued walking forward, and the number of corpses around us increased until they piled up like small mountains. On top of each pile of corpses was a black coffin, a black coffin shrouded in malevolent energy.

There are three piles of corpses right in front of us, and we don't know how many more there are in the unknown depths.

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