When all ten ghosts returned to the wine altar, the side tomb where Bai Liu was located finally made a sound of twisting mechanisms. The bottom of the tomb suddenly sank, and after a few loud rumbling noises, a lot of smoke and dust came out of the cracks in the tomb.

The light from the candle in Bai Liu's hand suddenly dimmed.

Everything around was wrapped in thick smoke. Bai Liu heard the sound of altars rolling around on the ground. Some of them hit his feet, fell over and broke, making crackling sounds.

Now Bai Liu estimated that all the ghosts in the side tomb had been released.

There were ghosts with corpses, or to be more precise, the corpses were crawling in the thick smoke. From time to time, a face without facial features would poke out from the smoke and move its nose to sniff.

Some of the minions had two blood-red cracks where their eyes should be, and their bloodshot eyeballs were rolling around in their eye sockets, as if they were looking for the white willow in the smoky darkness, and then crawling towards the light.

Bai Liu exhaled and blew out the candle in his hand. Everything fell into darkness and nothing could be seen.

He could feel that the tomb was still slowly sinking, and he didn't know when it would stop. From time to time, wet hair and hands and feet flowed over Bai Liu's back and ankles. He could hear the sound of smelling and the wet and sticky sound of a tongue licking something.

The cold feeling kept approaching Bai Liu, and it seemed that the zombies were about to find Bai Liu hiding in the darkness by smell.

Bai Liu took two steps back, leaned against the wall, calmly took off his coat and dipped it into the corpse water flowing on the ground, then wrapped his lower body with the coat soaked in corpse water, used an empty wine jar that a ghost had crawled away and put it over his head, then huddled in a corner and held his breath.

The strong stench of the corpse covered up Bai Liu's smell. The sounds of the ghosts sniffing in the dark seemed to be much smaller. Correspondingly, the sounds of their crawling became more and more frequent. Bai Liu could hear the sound of jars and broken tiles being moved from time to time.

The tomb chamber seemed to be sinking to a fixed position and began to make creaking sounds.

Bai Liu could feel a ghost approaching him. It came close to the entrance of the altar and sniffed twice before leaving.

Of course there are some who did not leave.

Bai Liu looked down through the mouth of the wine jar. From his narrow field of vision, he could vaguely see a pair of wet, pale feet standing on the ground very close in front of him, still oozing water.

Bai Liu slowly turned the wine altar above his head towards the wall, trying to avoid the corpse standing in front of him, but as he turned, the pair of feet slowly tiptoed and walked in the direction of Bai Liu's turn.

Finally, the tip of the foot was facing Bai Liu wearing the wine jar, and it was even closer.

Bai Liu paused subtly for a moment, and he remembered the explanation of toes facing each other in "Maoshan Evil Magic".

When a ghost points its toes towards you, it means it wants to possess you, or it wants to follow you home and live with you. That’s why there is a saying that you should not put your shoes with the toes facing the bed when you sleep at night, because the ghost will step on your shoes, get on your bed, and sleep with you.

There are so many minions here, but only this one is guarding Bai Liu.

You don’t want to live with him... Bai Liu took a look at the wine jar he was using.

The pair of legs standing in front of Bai Liu slowly bent down and squatted in front of Bai Liu.

Bai Liu could see the position below its shoulders. This thing hugged its knees with both hands and stayed still for a while. Then its joints began to deform and its head twisted 120 degrees. Its entire head was tilted and it looked up from under the mouth of the altar at Bai Liu inside the altar. Its eyeballs were completely black.

It pointed at the altar on the top of the white willow tree and made a strange gurgling sound from its throat, like a person talking in water:

"This is my altar. How about your altar?"

The tomb finally sank to the bottom. With a severe earthquake, the tomb fell to a new place. The main entrance opened, revealing a dark corridor.

Bai Liu quickly took off the wine jar on his head and covered the head of the ghost in front of him with it: "I just borrowed it, and now I'm returning it to you."

After saying that, Bai Liu turned around and rushed into the corridor without looking back.

The ghosts discovered Bai Liu, a running human, and started screaming and crawling on the walls to chase after him.

The minions behind were also crawling very fast. If there was light, Bai Liu could look back and see the shadows of the minions flailing their arms and legs.

At the moment when these minions were about to catch up with Bai Liu, Bai Liu took off his underwear, threw it forward, then suddenly turned sideways and turned into a passage next to the corridor.

The ghosts behind were chasing him relentlessly, but it seemed that in the darkness these ghosts relied on their sense of smell to chase living people. Bai Liu hid in the side corridor and felt those ghosts running past him and running towards the tight-fitting shirt that had his scent.

Bai Liu breathed softly. He looked at the corpses piled up in a white mass where their clothes were, and the sound of their teeth gnashing together could be heard.

Soon the sound of clothes being torn could be heard in the corridor.

The henchmen who had gathered around the corpses dispersed, and one of them held up a wine jar. They seemed to have put the scattered pieces of clothing into the wine jar as if they were the remains of Bai Liu's body, sealed it with red paper with a funeral word written on it, and then turned around and crawled back with the wine jar.

It was obvious that they thought they had made Bai Liu into the next ghost and were going to take him back to feed the tiger.

Bai Liu raised his eyebrows slightly.

These ghost minions acted so skillfully that they could tear up the "human flesh" in their mouths and put it into the altar. They did not seem to be guided by irrational ghosts, but rather like they were intentionally trained by living people.

But in this tomb full of ghosts and monsters, in Yinshan Village where the last descendant was drowned, apart from the four of them who returned home, are there any living people left?

Just as Bai Liu was about to stick his head out to see where these ghosts were going to send the wine jar containing "him", a pitch-black hand suddenly reached out from the side and covered his mouth and nose tightly.

"Don't look back!" someone warned hoarsely, "Someone is coming to clean up the place!"

Bai Liu obeyed and did not move.

Soon, several paper figures that were only half the height of Bai Liu appeared. These paper figures were giggling, with smiling faces made of ink on their faces. They held paper brooms in their hands and swept back and forth a few times around the places where Bai Liu's clothes were torn. Their movements were stiff and rigid, and then they disappeared.

After the paper man left, the man who covered Bai Liu's mouth and nose breathed a sigh of relief, but still held Bai Liu's throat without moving, his body very tense.

Bai Liu calmly took out a match, lit the candlestick, and held it up to illuminate the man: "Mu Sicheng, why are you here?"

Mu Sicheng's face was dirty with traces of mud, and there was blood at the corners of his mouth and around his eyes. His body was also covered with bruises, and it was obvious that he had been through a fierce battle. He stared at Bai Liu for a while, then lowered his gaze to look at Bai Liu's shadow on the ground before he finally breathed a sigh of relief, loosened the hand that was strangling Bai Liu's throat, and leaned limply against the wall without moving.

"It really is you, Bai Liu." Mu Sicheng's chest rose and fell violently, his eyes blurred, "...I thought I had saved another ghost."

Bai Liu looked Mu Sicheng up and down and asked, "What happened to you?"

"Don't mention it." Mu Sicheng was depressed and scared. He squatted on the ground and said, "You don't know where you went. I followed that fake Bai Liu to carry the coffin. On the way, we crossed a bridge. The fake Bai Liu asked me to pass by."

“But that bridge is made of paper!”

"The bridge was full of ghosts carrying coffins, some strange paper figures, and some translucent things whose shapes I could only vaguely see. The water was pitch black, with duckweed, black hair and paper money floating on it. If you fell in, you probably wouldn't be able to get out."

Mu Sicheng's face was dark. "I followed your instructions and held my breath. I almost suffocated to death, but at least I made it through. Then I wandered around and around until I was dizzy. I ended up in a secondary tomb that was connected to the main tomb."

"This time the tomb was filled with coffins, standing upright, more than thirty of them, tied with red satin, arranged in some kind of formation in the middle. I can't remember exactly."

Mu Sicheng frowned as he recalled, "That fake Bai Liu asked me to choose a coffin to carry out. Didn't you tell me to follow the ghost's lead? So I chose one that I could carry."

"I just carried the coffin out of the secondary tomb, and the coffin slipped a bit and fell down. I bounced up a bit, but I was afraid of offending the body in the coffin, so I said sorry, this is my first time carrying a coffin, please forgive me. As soon as I finished speaking, a woman's laughter came from the coffin behind me, and then the coffin was knocked twice."

Bai Liu recalled: "That seems to mean giving orders to the ghosts, right?"

"Yes!" Mu Sicheng stood up angrily and asked Bai Liu to look at the big red satin flower hanging on his waist: "After the coffin made two noises, a bunch of ghosts suddenly appeared with the fake Bai Liu, and they pressed my head, put a big red flower on me, and forced me to marry the bride in the coffin!"

Bai Liu smiled and said, "Are you married?"

Mu Sicheng shook his head stubbornly: "No! When those ghosts were setting up the wedding hall, I took advantage of the chaos and beat them up, then ran away."

"So you're running away from your marriage?" Bai Liu nodded as if he understood something and smiled. "The other person really likes you and chose you as his ideal husband, but you ran away without even saying no. Isn't that a bad idea?"

"No, okay!" Mu Sicheng roared, "She doesn't really want to marry me because she loves me!"

Mu Sicheng clenched his fists, his hands shaking with anger: "You don't understand at all. I'm not just marrying the bride I carry on my back, I'm marrying all the brides in the entire tomb, more than 30 brides!!"