Chapter 171 The hands covering her eyes and ears in the tomb chamber were sweating...

Li Ziying looked anxious. "She said... she wanted to destroy her..."

"Nonsense!" Li Shichuan scolded in a low voice, a rare look of fear appearing on his face.

Everyone present heard Li Ziying's words, and Wen Yizhan immediately glanced in the direction of the main tomb, indicating that he was about to go there.

Suddenly, Li Shichuan unexpectedly unleashed a Binding Immortal Rope, instantly binding Jiang Yuhuo and Wen Yizhan.

Wen Yizhan was stunned and angry, "Li Shichuan, let me go! You promised to let me take her away."

Li Shichuan remained unmoved. With a gloomy face, he casually tossed the two into the nearest cliff cave tomb chamber, saying, "I'll deal with you after I've dealt with her."

The more they struggled, the tighter the Binding Rope became, almost cutting into their flesh. Wen Yizhan dared not move any further.

The tomb door slowly closed under his angry and desperate gaze, and Li Shichuan's dark robe disappeared completely.

The tomb was pitch black, and those eerie voices began to echo in Wen Yizhan's mind again.

"It really was a scam. He never intended for you to take the person away. He wouldn't even let go of the person next to you, let alone the marriage you wanted. So, he just wanted to keep you under his control, hahaha..."

"What's the use of anger? The anger of the weak is the most ridiculous. Embrace my power, for only power can make you do as you please..."

Ridicule, mockery, temptation... Ever since Mo Yujiang returned, these voices have frequently appeared in his mind, and lately they have been appearing more and more often.

"Get out! Get out!"

Wen Yizhan closed his eyes and screamed inwardly, trying to drive away those voices, but the angrier he became, the clearer they became: "Are you just going to wait here? Wait for him to destroy your mother and then come back to kill your junior sister..."

"No, you can't!"

Suddenly a hand reached out and grasped his hand.

"Senior brother." He heard Jiang Yuhuo's voice in the darkness, "Don't worry, we can get out. The Immortal Binding Rope can't hold us."

After resting in the tomb for a while, Jiang Yuhuo felt much better. After Li Shichuan disappeared, the blood-red lines also disappeared.

With her back to Wen Yizhan, she couldn't see him in the darkness. She could only sense from the movement on her back that Wen Yizhan was trembling slightly and was unusually quiet.

Her words weren't just meant to comfort her; the Immortal Binding Rope truly couldn't hold her. Back in the Heavenly Palace, she had suffered at the hands of Ji Yun because of the Immortal Binding Rope, and later she had specifically studied how to untie it.

It's not difficult; you can draw out the fire element within her body, but it will take some time to burn it off.

Golden flames lit up the rope, instantly illuminating the tomb. The tomb contained only some clothing and personal belongings, and was empty and clean.

The eerie sounds were also dispelled by the flame, and Wen Yizhan saw the shadows of two people on the wall, pressed tightly together, inseparable...

He stared at it, lost in thought.

But not long after, the binding rope broke, and the person bound to him quickly got up and broke open the sealed stone tomb door with a sword.

She peered outside and, finding no trace of Li Shichuan, waved to him.

"Let's go, senior brother, let's go save your mother."

...

The sky outside was already a deep blue, and night would fall in a few moments. There was no one in the valley, except for the ever-burning candles at the entrance of the mountain tomb, which flickered like will-o'-the-wisps.

It was at this moment that Jiang Yuhuo and Wen Yizhan encountered a ghost.

The ghost was lying in front of a closed tomb door, sucking incense and candles, looking as if it had escaped from the tomb to enjoy the offerings.

A sword was held against her neck. The ghost was so frightened that it froze, its breathing became labored, and it immediately began to cough violently.

Fearing she might accidentally bump into the blade, Jiang Yuhu moved the Dingchun Sword a few inches outwards. "I'm asking you, do you know how to get into the main tomb?"

The entrance to the main tomb was closed. Unlike ordinary tombs, the tomb door here was sealed and could not be broken with spiritual power. Jiang Yuhuo and Wen Yizhan tried several times, but the stone tomb door remained unmoved. They had no choice but to find another way. Taking the ghost of the Li family hostage was also a last resort.

The ghost turned its head timidly, revealing a beautiful but pale-faced young girl. She raised her hands, "Don't kill me! I don't know anything! I just came to steal some offerings, and I only took one bite..."

Jiang Yu Huo said, "Stealing food? Isn't this your grave?"

The girl ghost shook her head and pointed to a dark tomb on a low hill in the distance, where there were no candles for sacrifices.

“That’s my grave,” she muttered softly. “No one will offer me sacrifices, so I can only steal a little from others, but… it would be a waste if I didn’t eat it, and they won’t eat it anyway…”

It turned out to be a ghost without descendants. Jiang Yuhuo thought she must be a neglected member of a collateral branch of the Li family. She wanted to press her for more information, but Wen Yizhan moved her sword away.

"Go ahead and eat. Once you're full, can you tell us how to get into the main tomb?"

The ghost girl glanced at Wen Yizhan warily, "Who are you? Why are you going into that place?"

Wen Yizhan said, "We're going in to find someone. Don't worry, we won't hurt you."

“But if you knowingly refuse to tell me, my sword will annihilate your soul,” Jiang Yuhuo added.

The two of them, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, finally managed to get the ghost to obediently lead them to the entrance.

As they walked through the mountains, the young ghost girl, seeing that they meant her no harm, gradually became more talkative. From her story, Jiang Yuhuo learned that her name was Xiaoyun, and that she had completely forgotten her past life; even her name had been given to her by another ghost. This vast cemetery didn't actually house many ghosts, but the main tomb contained a ghost that terrified all the others. That ghost was powerful and hated being approached.

Xiaoyun reminded them to leave once they found the person and not to disturb the ghost.

Jiang Yuhuo frowned as she looked at the palm-sized hole in front of her and asked, "Is this the other entrance you were talking about?"

"Yes, it was dug out by a pangolin. They're really amazing; they even dug into the tomb."

Seeing Xiaoyun's proud expression, Jiang Yuhuo didn't know what to say. She had originally thought there would be another secret passage or something. But as long as they could get in, she couldn't care less about anything else at the moment.

She glanced at Wen Yizhan, who nodded.

The two shrank and crawled into the hole one after the other.

*

On the other side, beside the stream behind the cemetery.

Several silk threads pierced through Li Shichuan's heart in Li Mengbai's hand. Seeing the incredulous look in Li Shichuan's eyes, Li Mengbai was extremely pleased.

The silk thread suddenly tightened, the force almost crushing Li Shichuan's heart. Li Mengbai suddenly released his grip, raising the azure bead in his other hand and waving it in front of Li Shichuan's eyes.

Do you want it?

Li Shichuan slowly raised one hand.

Just as Li Shichuan was about to touch the bead, a thread in his heart suddenly twitched, causing his hand to fall limply in pain.

Li Mengbai smiled, "With this, your spiritual veins injured by Gongsun Chan will be completely healed, and you'll never have to drink the spiritual marrow of mortals again. Actually, you probably wouldn't even look down on the spiritual marrow of those pigs, would you? It's filthy, smelly, and murky."

He frowned slightly. "But what can you do? You don't have the ability to get the bead that the merfolk use to heal their spiritual veins." He then pursed his lips. "This is a genuine Condensed Essence Bead, not a fake that those idiots presented to you."

Li Shichuan stared in agony at the bead so close to his eyes, large gushes of blood flowing continuously from the corners of his mouth and his chest.

Li Mengbai felt it was time.

He knew that Li Shichuan had been searching for this Condensation Pearl ever since his spiritual veins were injured, so he specially asked Jia Yue for one. He knew that Li Shichuan would definitely follow him when he saw it. Sure enough, he only released a wisp of the Condensation Pearl's aura, and Li Shichuan obediently followed him to this remote place.

Here, Li Mengbai had already set up an array to shield the clan leader's order.

He had cracked this formation three years ago, but he knew very well that he could only use it once in his life, and only when Li Shichuan was certain to die. Otherwise, if Li Shichuan found out, he would be the one to die.

Li Mengbai gripped the silk thread tightly and crushed the object it was twisting into pieces.

Li Shichuan collapsed to the ground.

Li Mengbai placed a mark on his forehead, waiting for him to die and his soul to dissipate.

But the next moment, Li Shichuan's face changed, transforming into a different, more effeminate one.

Li Mengbai was also very familiar with that face—Li Qianbing.

The great formation of the Li family ancestral tomb does not allow outsiders to enter. This despicable woman is so heartless as to send her own brother to die in her place!

Despite his meticulous planning, Li Shichuan had outmaneuvered him. Enraged, Li Mengbai manually dismantled Li Qianbing's corpse. Afterward, he calmed down. Li Shichuan couldn't possibly have known his plan beforehand; as the head of the family, he would definitely attend the ancestral worship ceremony, and no one could substitute for him.

So where did the real Li Shichuan go?

Upon realizing this, Li Mengbai was startled.

The only reason Li Shichuan could prepare in advance to have Li Qianbing act as his substitute is because he had already planned to lure him away.

With him gone, it became clear what Li Shichuan's target was.

River fishing lights!

Li Mengbai's heart pounded, and he rushed back to the ancestral hall. The hall was brightly lit by candlelight, illuminating the murals depicting the achievements of past ancestors that filled the room. Various men and women were depicted on the walls with solemnity and dignity, but the hall was empty.

The main hall and the side chambers on both sides were empty.

Li Mengbai leaned against the wall pillar, his heart pounding so hard he could hardly breathe. He suddenly realized that there was a rough, uneven surface under his hand.

Those are sword marks.

Looking down, countless sword marks stretched from the pillars to the outside of the hall, the walls and the ground were all marked by sword energy.

That bitch really laid a hand on her.

Li Mengbai clenched his trembling hand and looked at the place the inscription on his wrist pointed to—the main tomb.

*

Jiang Yuhuo and Wen Yizhan crawled around in the cave for a long time. There was no wind in the cave, so they couldn't fly. After shrinking, their hands and feet also became smaller, making their movement in the cave even slower.

Finally reaching a place where they could see light, the two continued climbing for a while and then saw what the tomb chamber looked like. The opening of the cave seemed to be in a corner of the tomb chamber, through which they could see the arched shape of the chamber, with a stone block in the center that looked like a coffin bed. Because of their small size, the stone block looked as tall as a mountain.

Jiang Yuhuo crawled ahead, about to crawl out and revert to his original form, when suddenly a snow-white ankle dangled from the coffin bed, the hem of a green dress swaying beneath it, followed by a woman's ambiguous moan.

Before she could react, Wen Yizhan dragged her back into the cave.

Then came the woman's long sigh, mixed with the man's muffled groans, echoing in the empty tomb.

Even if she were slow to realize it, she understood what the two of them were doing.

And judging from the woman's voice... it seems to be Li Yanluo?

That man...

Jiang Yuhuo couldn't imagine that there was a second man who had entered the main tomb.

Jiang Yuhuo's eyes widened, frozen in shock. From her angle, she could see the snow-white legs swaying beside the coffin bed.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and pressed her against his broad chest. Her eyes were firmly covered by the hand that held her captive, one ear pressed against Wen Yizhan's chest, while his other hand covered her ear. With an air of absolute control, he completely shut her out of the illicit world between the two of them.

The space was so quiet that the echoes lingered for a long time, so much so that even with the walls tightly covered, Jiang Yuhuo could still faintly hear whispers and intimate conversations.

The cave was stuffy, and the cramped little space quickly became hot and stuffy.

Jiang Yuhuo felt the embrace beneath her growing hotter and hotter. Her ear was almost pressed against Wen Yizhan's chest, and his increasingly strong heartbeat sounded deafening to her.

Wen Yizhan dared not move, afraid of accidentally brushing against the wrong place and revealing his secret thoughts that he had never said.

Outside the cave were his blood-related father and aunt, their bodies intertwined; inside were his nominal siblings, pressed tightly together. He was stuck in the cramped cave, unable to go in or out.

A thin layer of sweat seeped from his back, his heart was pounding uncontrollably, and her scent was crystal clear in the sweltering air, penetrating straight into his mind.

He couldn't help but pull the person closer, but quickly realized what he was doing and immediately loosened his grip.

The palms of my hands, which were covering her eyes and ears, were sweating...

Just as he was gritting his teeth and enduring it, a pair of hands reached out and touched his shoulders.

For a moment, Wen Yizhan even stopped breathing.

Those hands groped their way along and then covered his ears.