Bai Liu stroked his chin and thought for a moment: "This is not good. It is a crime of bigamy."

Mu Sicheng was furious: "That's all you thought of?! Do you know how much effort it took me to escape? I was forced to bow down to them!"

Bai Liu looked at him and said, "You got these injuries when you were beaten when you escaped?"

"Not only that." Mu Sicheng was angry when he said this. "I had almost run away, but when I turned around, I saw you being caught and marrying with more than 30 brides. I panicked and turned back to save you."

Mu Sicheng became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He raised his hand and slammed the wall fiercely. "In the end, what I rescued was a ghost. It bit me twice when I was carrying it across the ghost bridge. I couldn't hold my breath and almost fell off the ghost bridge and drowned!"

Bai Liu took a quick look and found that there were indeed two teeth marks and blood stains on Mu Sicheng's shoulder.

"Didn't you use the candlestick to shine on each other?" Bai Liu asked.

Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu with resentment: "When I got married, all my belongings were confiscated, and the candlesticks were also taken away."

"Although you didn't save me, and the person you saved wasn't me." Bai Liu smiled tactfully, "It wasn't wise to turn around and save someone under that circumstance, but thank you anyway."

Mu Sicheng: "..."

Why...he felt that Bai Liu was implying that he was stupid...

Mu Sicheng muttered, "...What if it's you? If you die, I'll be alone in this place. I don't know how to get out."

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng with the corner of his eye: "You think you have to rely on me to get out, which means you think I am better at handling this kind of situation than you. Then why do you think I will be trapped when you can get out?"

Mu Sicheng: "..."

Shit, yeah!

Mu Sicheng scratched his face in annoyance: "This is the first time I've encountered such a situation. I was shocked..."

"It's okay. The first time is new, the second time is familiar. You will be able to get used to it after the next time." Bai Liu walked inside holding the candlestick.

Mu Sicheng was stunned for a moment and followed: "...Bai Liu, what do you mean?! Are you going to..."

Bai Liu hummed calmly: "I want to go again."

Mu Sicheng collapsed. He hurriedly stopped Bai Liu who was walking forward and said, "I told you there are a lot of ghosts over there. It's very dangerous. What are you doing there?"

Bai Liu held up the candlestick and looked at Mu Sicheng quietly: "Because I want to find Mu Sicheng."

Mu Sicheng was startled: "Why are you looking for Mu Sicheng? I'm right here..."

Mu Sicheng's unfinished words were paused in Bai Liu's calm gaze.

The facial features on his face gradually flattened and disappeared, his skin turned pale blue, and the sound he made became buzzing and dull, as if someone was talking underwater.

The faint firelight flickered back and forth between "Mu Sicheng" and Bai Liu.

The firelight cast the shadows of the two people on the wall. Bai Liu's shadow was clearly visible, but Mu Sicheng's shadow was overlapping and blurry, with many flashing shadows as if it would disappear at any time.

"How could this happen..." Mu Sicheng blankly touched his face, which only had vague outlines of his facial features, "Am I a ghost? But I have a shadow..."

Bai Liu held up the candlestick and moved closer to Mu Sicheng. He turned his wrist and placed it in front of Mu Sicheng. Mu Sicheng's nose twitched twice subconsciously. He seemed to smell the scent of a stranger on Bai Liu and couldn't help but inhale twice.

As the vitality from Bai Liu entered Mu Sicheng's nostrils, the originally blurred facial features on Mu Sicheng's face became clear again.

Mu Sicheng realized what he was doing only after he had absorbed Bai Liu's anger. He froze for a moment and took two steps back in panic: "Don't come over! I'm really a ghost. I was just absorbing the anger from you..."

Bai Liu pulled his clothes down to cover his wrists. He looked up at Mu Sicheng who was going crazy across from him calmly: "You are not a ghost, but you are about to become one."

"You are a disembodied spirit."

Mu Sicheng was stunned: "A living soul that has left the body?"

Bai Liu hummed, "In short, your body was severely damaged due to some circumstances. It may be that you were robbed and used as a substitute, or it may be that you were on the verge of death, causing your soul to leave your body and wander around."

"If we can't get your soul back to your body before we return to the living world at midnight, your soul will really stay on the road to the underworld and become a ghost in this underground tomb."

Bai Liu looked down at the time on his phone. "If my phone isn't broken, it's already five in the afternoon, and there are still seven hours left."

After Mu Sicheng was far away from Bai Liu, the facial features on his face began to disappear again, and his voice became hoarse again: "Seven hours should be enough."

Bai Liu moved closer to Mu Sicheng again, stretched out his hand and let Mu Sicheng absorb some of the vitality on the back of his hand.

After being inhaled once more, Bai Liu's face turned pale: "Seven hours is the most optimistic scenario."

"You are about to turn into a ghost and need to absorb the vitality of living people to maintain your soul form. There is only one possibility." Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng, "That is, your body is about to die."

Mu Sicheng took two steps back and raised his hand to shield his eyes. He actually began to feel that the candlestick in Bai Liu's hand was dazzling. He looked at his hand blocking his eyes and felt a chill down his spine.

He didn't know when his hands turned into those of the minions, crooked and twisted, bluish and white, and dripping with water.

Bai Liu raised the candlestick and shone it towards Mu Sicheng, whose eyes had turned bloodshot. "The most urgent task is to help you find your body. Otherwise, my anger won't be able to keep your soul alive for long."

Mu Sicheng was silent for a while, then asked, "What would happen to me if I couldn't return to my body before I died?"

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng and said, "You will die."

"Then you will be like those ghosts, gradually forgetting that you are a person, slowly losing your human form, becoming neither human nor ghost, with your limbs reversed, unable to distinguish between yin and yang, and walking in the world just to be an accomplice to the tiger, looking for a substitute."

"But I can use my anger to keep your spirit alive. I just need to find your body before that."

Bai Liu stretched out his wrist and handed it to Mu Sicheng so that he could absorb the vitality.

Mu Sicheng stood in the darkness without saying a word, and did not come up to absorb Bai Liu's anger, but he did not leave either.

Bai Liu did not withdraw his hand, but continued to hold it up calmly, waiting for Mu Sicheng to speak.

"What will you do if I have absorbed all your anger and haven't found my body yet?" Mu Sicheng finally spoke, and this time his voice was a little hoarse.

Bai Liu calmly replied: "A living person without life is just a walking corpse. I will become a zombie."

Mu Sicheng pursed his lips and took two steps back, as if preparing to escape from Bai Liu.

Bai Liu smiled as if he was seeing something strange. He asked Mu Sicheng with interest, "Why do you think I would give up all my anger for you and turn into a zombie?"

"I will only protect you under the premise of ensuring my own safety. I protect you because you are useful. You are one of the few living people in Yinshan Village and you obey me very much. You are more valuable alive than dead."

Mu Sicheng took another step back, his voice wavering: "...You are so amazing, you can handle these things better by yourself, right?"

Bai Liu took a step forward with the candlestick, and put his hand in front of Mu Sicheng's face, whose features were gradually disappearing, and said in a faint voice: "Didn't the tomb robber named Kong Xuyang say that we were tying up our teammates?"

"If there are fixed teams and various camps in Yinshan Village, is there some kind of competition going on here?"

"Suppose this is a competition..." Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked at Mu Sicheng who was hiding in the shadows, "Before the competition started, I chose you as my teammate, and I believed in my choice, so you should be valuable and help me win the competition."

"I don't like losing, so I need you to be alive."

"You have two choices now. The first is to obey me directly and absorb the vitality I give you to keep your soul form. The second choice is to escape and wait for death somewhere. I will catch you and force you to feed my vitality to keep you alive."

Bai Liu took a step forward with his wrist, and stared at Mu Sicheng with no emotion on his face: "Which one do you choose?"

This time Mu Sicheng did not retreat.

After a long time, Mu Sicheng's face showed some features. With a sinister and forbearing look, he approached Bai Liu's wrist, clenched his fist and took a sip.

Bai Liu's face turned even paler. He retracted his cold wrist and rubbed it, then looked at Mu Sicheng and smiled, "Thank you for your cooperation, teammate."

Mu Sicheng was about to take a deep breath, but when he realized that he was just a soul and couldn't breathe, he stopped in frustration: "...How long can I absorb your anger before I turn into a zombie?"

Bai Liu thought for a while and said, "I should be able to hold on for more than an hour. After all, I am still young and energetic."

Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu's thin shoulders and repeated suspiciously: "Young and strong?"

Bai Liu turned around with a smile: "Any questions?"

Mu Sicheng paused for a moment and shook his head quickly: "No!"

Bai Liu turned around and walked into the dark passage: "Okay, you don't need to worry about what I'm doing here. I know what's going on. Take care of your own affairs first. Do you remember when your soul left your body?"

Mu Sicheng hesitated for a moment: "...No."

Bai Liu wasn't surprised, he just nodded to show his understanding: "It's usually very difficult for the soul to notice when it leaves the body. You just feel like you've been walking and you don't know when you ran out of your body. You think you're still alive, but in fact, at this time, as long as you look back, you will find that your body is lying there, not moving at all."

"Let me ask this in a different way." Bai Liu pondered for a moment, "Do you remember when your shadow became blurry?"

Mu Sicheng answered quickly and confidently this time: "My candlestick was taken away during the wedding ceremony. I am sure my shadow was normal during the ceremony!"

"That means your body and soul separated after the wedding ceremony." Bai Liu held up the candlestick and shone it towards the road in front of the corridor. "Then let's go back the same way. Do you still remember the way to the wedding hall?"

Mu Sicheng did not answer.

Bai Liu paused, then lowered the candle in his hand and shone it on the ground, causing the flame to flicker.

A ghost with a deformed face was lying on the ground. Only a vague resemblance of Mu Sicheng could be made out. It was curled up in pain, spitting out water from its mouth, and its eyeballs were completely black.

Bai Liu squatted on one knee and stretched out his wrist to let Mu Sicheng take two sips. Mu Sicheng coughed and gagged twice, and his twisted body returned to normal, with his facial features looming.

Mu Sicheng raised his head, a thick layer of black air appeared on his face. He reluctantly replied to Bai Liu's previous question: "I still remember some of the roads, but I can't remember some of them anymore..."

"It's normal. When you become a ghost, you will gradually forget your memories of your life." Bai Liu helped Mu Sicheng up. "The fact that your soul's negative energy is gathering so quickly means that your body is in a bad condition. We have to hurry."