Upon hearing her words, Chu Jiang laughed first, "What, you already trust me that much?"
This time, Yan Qing wasn't going to let him lead her by the nose, so she quickly reached out and removed the hand covering her eyes. At the same moment, she turned on the flashlight with her other hand.
The next moment, a burst of light struck, and Yan Qing was completely stunned by what she saw.
"How about that? Did I scare you?" Chu Jiang chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Don't I look terrifying right now?"
Yan Qing's tears fell involuntarily; she didn't know why she felt this way. But seeing Chu Jiang's current state made her feel extremely distressed.
Not long ago, although half of this person's hair had turned white, his appearance and skin still retained the features of a young man, and he was still so handsome that it was hard to look directly at him. But now—
His face looked as if it had been drained, and he aged decades rapidly, resembling a dried orange peel. He was emaciated, and his skin had turned almost transparently pale.
"You, how did you become like this?" She finally understood now. It turned out that Chu Jiang had refused to let her open her eyes because he was afraid of seeing his frightening appearance.
Chu Jiang touched his face, still managing to tease her, "Is it particularly scary? Don't worry, I'm not one of those legendary vampires, I won't hurt you."
"you--"
"Alright, I don't have much time left, let's get down to business." Chu Jiang's expression turned serious.
"Yan Qing, the place you are in now is the legendary Nine Dragons Carrying a Coffin. And soon, your friends will find you."
Chu Jiang's words were earth-shattering. Yan Qing never imagined that she was now inside the Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin, a place everyone was concerned about.
"But—" she suddenly remembered something, "Wait a minute, I saw the Nine Dragons Carrying a Coffin in the Vajra Hell before! What's going on here?"
"That's my destination!" Chu Jiang's expression turned serious. "The so-called Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin that you saw, wasn't it just a coffin without an outer coffin? It didn't even have a coffin lid, right?"
Yan Qing nodded, and Chu Jiang then continued.
"Because that is where the real curse is located. To break the curse, we must first find that fake Nine Dragons Coffin—the head of our clan's ancestor, the first King of Jinzhu Yelang, was suppressed here."
He paused, his expression turning much colder. "As for the white cloth on the coffin, since I've never seen it before, I can't tell you what it is—everything depends on you."
"Rely on me?" Yan Qing asked, puzzled. "What does this have to do with me?"
Seeing her dazed expression, Chu Jiang finally laughed. "I know you have many questions and doubts. After you leave here, go to Wuyun Mountain in western Hunan... Zhang Family Old House. All the answers will be there."
"Wuyun Mountain - Zhang Family Old House... What? You mean Zhang Family Old House?!" Yan Qing finally remembered. Wasn't that Zhang Family Old House the dungeon invitation that Zhang Nana had forcibly given her after she finished her first dungeon, "Girls' Dormitory"?
She remembered receiving an invitation, something like a "Fire Festival." Had it really been that long already?
Recalling her first instance, Yan Qing instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
"Chu Jiang, you mean the 'Zhang Family Old Residence'? What does that have to do with you?"
Chu Jiang patted her hair with his large hand, but refused to explain a word to her.
"Yan Qing, after you find that fake Nine Dragons Coffin, remember to do this—" Chu Jiang suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered a word of advice.
Then, as if he had put down a heavy burden, he leaned back against the coffin lid.
Yan Qing was terrified and quickly pulled him up. "Chu Jiang, you can't fall down! Get up right now! I still have so many questions for you!"
"Pfft—if you keep shaking like that, I think you're really going to ascend to heaven." Although Chu Jiang's voice was a little weak, he sounded quite energetic, so Yan Qing finally felt relieved.
She turned around and punched him, "You scared me to death!"
The space inside the coffin was rather cramped, especially with two people crammed in. Yan Qing finally realized something was wrong. How come the two of them hadn't felt suffocated after being in such a confined space for so long? That didn't make sense!
"Don't overthink it. Some things can't be explained by common sense." Chu Jiang always seemed to be able to guess her thoughts, and this time was no exception. Just by looking at her expression, this person could actually guess what she was thinking.
He reached out and touched the cold bronze coffin wall, his expression a mixture of sorrow and joy, looking incredibly conflicted. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer; when he looked at Yan Qing again, the sadness in his eyes was impossible to suppress.
"The Zhang family's old house, in my opinion, is somewhere you'd be as far away from as possible—but fate can be so ironic sometimes, haha!"
Yan Qing turned to look at him and noticed that his eyes had inexplicably become moist. Her curiosity grew even stronger.
"Chu Jiang, can't you really tell me about this old Zhang family residence?"
"No." Chu Jiang quickly silenced her with a kiss. "I just want you to get far away from there. Even if there are some consequences, I'll bear them—but, Qingqing, why you of all people?"
Qingqing? When did they become so close? This person is calling my name, yet it sounds like we know each other intimately.
For a moment, Yan Qing didn't know what to say. This man named Chu Jiang seemed to be shrouded in an invisible barrier, shrouded in mystery.
She didn't dare ask any further, so she forced a cheerful tone and changed the subject.
"Chu Jiang, what is your wish?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a familiar and cheerful "tap tap tap" sound in her ear.
This is--! !
The moment that voice rang out, Chu Jiangteng sat bolt upright. Yan Qing didn't know what he did, but she suddenly felt her eyelids grow incredibly heavy.
"don't want--"
Finally, she couldn't resist the drowsiness and completely succumbed to endless darkness, her body involuntarily leaning backward. But an arm was quicker, pulling her directly into its embrace.
After a long while, a low sigh came from the coffin.
"Qingqing—you must take good care of yourself—"
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