Although Yue Qi was somewhat surprised, he had considered this possibility beforehand.
After all, this Azure Dragon Coffin Riding dungeon is definitely not as simple as just a five-star dungeon. Judging from the troubles they've encountered, a near-death experience would be considered mild.
Therefore, he definitely had some doubts about Mu Xiao's motives. However, his focus had originally been on Monk Yuanhui, and it was only after Monk Yuanhui's mysterious identity was exposed that he officially began to suspect Mu Xiao.
So he continued in a calm tone, "Do you think I should be surprised?"
"Of course not." Mu Xiao smiled as well.
The two looked at each other and smiled, looking perfectly harmonious—if one ignored the "hostage" being held by someone.
However, Yan Qing, the "hostage," could still move her mouth. In her opinion, many of Mu Xiao's actions were simply too intimate. They were just ordinary friends, so was it necessary to make it like this?
Yue Qi was also observing the other party discreetly; this Mu Xiao was quite different.
The first thing he noticed was that half of the person's hair had turned completely white, while the other half was jet black. This was a stark contrast to the black hair he had seen before.
Secondly, he wondered if it was just his imagination, but Mu Xiao's whole demeanor seemed different; his every move exuded an indescribable charm.
Compared to him, even if one is arrogant, one has to admit that one is still slightly inferior.
Seeing that Mu Xiao's expression was acceptable, he tentatively tried to take a few steps closer, but was rejected as soon as he lifted his leg.
Mu Xiao pointed to the location of Monk Yuanhui, "Go there."
Before things became clear, Yue Qi didn't intend to fall out with him. So, quite naturally, he took a detour and sat down by the fire where Monk Yuanhui was.
Yan Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes darted around, and she proactively started a conversation.
"I heard from Sun Gui that the first King of Jinzhu Yelang was buried inside that coffin carried by the Azure Dragon. Is this true?"
Yue Qi and she were perfectly in sync; Yue Qi naturally knew that the girl was trying to trick him into revealing information again. So he also added fuel to the fire.
"You mean that huge bronze coffin carried by nine blue centipedes? I doubt it. That dilapidated coffin doesn't even have a lid! The person inside would probably be ashes long ago."
Yan Qing noticed that when Yue Qi mentioned the nine blue centipedes, Mu Xiao's eyelids twitched involuntarily. Although he concealed it well, she still caught the turmoil in his heart.
However, his voice still carried a hint of cynicism, and the hand playing with her hair exuded an air of ambiguity.
"Yue Qi, could it be that you really saw the Azure Dragon carrying the coffin? I doubt it."
Yue Qi turned to him and smiled, his tone calm and collected. "I never said it was the Azure Dragon Carrying the Coffin! It was just a strange coffin we encountered before. Oh, right, that coffin could actually move on its own! The two times I saw it, the location was different!"
Mu Xiao's expression turned serious this time. "That's impossible. How could the Azure Dragon Coffin only have half a coffin? Even if you're just making things up, you should at least come up with something plausible, right?"
Yue Qi shrugged. "Believe it or not, we're just chatting anyway. Do you have to take it so seriously?"
Yan Qing added fuel to the fire at the opportune moment, "That's right, that coffin is so broken. If it weren't for the golden bamboo pattern on it, I wouldn't have imagined that this was actually the tomb of some nobleman—it's too shabby."
Mu Xiao's expression completely darkened now, his nonchalant attitude vanished. He looked at Yan Qing, his expression becoming incredibly serious.
"So, you actually saw it?"
"Of course! Hey, Mu Xiao, what's wrong with you?"
Yan Qing was somewhat surprised; she had just noticed that Mu Xiao's hair had turned white. Not long ago, it was completely black.
What's going on?
The next moment, Mu Xiao actually laughed at himself, "So, it turns out, there aren't even three days left!"
He could no longer bother chatting with the two of them and stood up abruptly. At the same time, as if receiving some instruction, the monk Yuanhui took out two black strips of cloth from his robes.
"Blindfold yourself, don't force me to do it."
Considering this person's—no, his bizarrely powerful combat abilities—the two of them had no choice but to wisely cover their eyes.
Soon after, the sound of soft chanting seemed to drift from the lakeside—
"Alas, the tears of beautiful women, the deaths of heroes, the many sorrows of the world. The mountains and rivers are forever silent, how can there be joy—"
That voice was so familiar, it was uncanny. She'd heard it before!
Yan Qing pondered for a while and finally remembered that the voice was the woman's chanting that she had heard when the coffin of the female corpse in the mausoleum was exposed.
If she remembered correctly, the body of the woman who volunteered to be buried with her had already fallen into the abyss. So where did this sound come from?
The woman's voice sang plaintively and sorrowfully, repeating the song three times before finally fading away completely.
Then Yan Qing felt her left hand being held as if it were a beloved treasure.
At that moment, she felt as if her intuition had returned, and her body involuntarily followed the person forward.
She seemed to be heading towards the lake.
Strangely, my feet didn't touch the water; instead, it felt like I was walking on clouds, soft and fluffy.
"Yue Qi, Yue Qi—" she tried calling out, but received no response.
It seems she and Yue Qi are not in the same place.
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