After Mu Sicheng absorbed two breaths of Bai Liu's aura, he managed to maintain his human form. He led Bai Liu deeper into the tomb passage.

But although Mu Sicheng was walking in front of Bai Liu, only Bai Liu's footsteps could be heard in the dark tomb passage.

Bai Liu held up the candlestick to illuminate Mu Sicheng who was walking in front of him, and glanced at the shadow of Mu Sicheng cast on the wall with his peripheral vision.

Mu Sicheng's swaying shadow became fainter and fainter, like a wisp of smoke reflected on the wall.

From time to time they would come across one or two wine jars placed in the middle of the tomb passage.

Mu Sicheng carefully stood in front of Bai Liu and let him pass behind him so as not to touch the wine altar.

The wine jar seemed to be able to smell the breath of living people. It slowly turned a half circle as Bai Liu walked. The red paper sealing it arched slightly twice, and then slowly calmed down after smelling the breath of the evil spirit on Mu Sicheng.

Mu Sicheng heaved a sigh of relief. He turned his head to look at the wine jar quietly standing in the middle of the road, and patted his chest with a lingering fear: "There is also this wine jar in Xitang. It will chase people. I wonder what is in it."

"That thing contains the bones of drowned people, and it will chase the breath of the living." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "Do you remember when this wine jar stopped chasing you?"

Mu Sicheng was stunned. He frowned and thought hard for a moment: "...I don't quite remember. It seems that after I escaped, these wine-drinking guys didn't pay much attention to me."

Bai Liu pondered: "Then your body must have been lost on the way out of the wedding hall. Apart from you turning back to save me, did anything strange happen in the meantime?"

Mu Sicheng tried hard to recall: "...I can't remember clearly, it seems that I met some paper figures holding something..."

Suddenly, there was a strange sound of footsteps stepping on paper scraps behind Bai Liu. The footsteps stopped and sounded, like something was jumping down the stairs. Each sound was the sound of two heavy feet landing on the ground. It sounded like someone was walking very slowly, but was almost always close to Bai Liu's back.

The candlestick in Bai Liu's hand shook violently, and the flame suddenly turned pale blue. He quickly pulled Mu Sicheng into a tomb passage at the side, turned sideways and hid behind Mu Sicheng, clasping his hands to block the dim light of the candle.

In the very dim candlelight, a pair of strong, pale hands with sharp black nails jumped out from the damp, dark, and low tomb passage.

The hand jumped again, and finally revealed the body hidden in the darkness. The person holding these hands was a middle-aged man wearing a Ma褂 and shorts, with a yellow talisman on his forehead.

This middle-aged man was tall and strong, with an abnormal purple skin color, dark lips, sunken eyes, and staring straight ahead. Two long fangs on the sides of his mouth were stuck in the flesh. His knees were bouncing forward without bending at all, and there was an old yellow talisman stuck on his forehead, which seemed like it could fall off at any time due to the jumping.

Bai Liu squinted his eyes and looked at the yellow talisman for a while, and confirmed that the talisman drawn on the yellow talisman was the Yin Corpse Talisman in "Maoshan Evil Magic", a talisman used to refine the dead into Yin Corpses.

After being refined, the Yin corpses can be driven by the person who draws the talisman, but at the same time the person who draws the talisman will also be retaliated against. Once the person who draws the talisman is dying, these Yin corpses will turn around and devour their master.

Through the dusty jacket, one could vaguely see a large gash on the back of the middle-aged man's corpse, deep enough to reveal the bone. It had been roughly sewn up, but it was obvious that it had been done after death, and the spine could be seen through the stitches.

This big knife wound should be the fatal injury to this middle-aged man.

The zombie jumped extremely fast. In just one jump, it jumped high in front of Bai Liu, but then, a second zombie jumped out from the darkness behind it.

This zombie looked about the same age as the previous one, both in their prime, and also had a large wound on its neck.

The head of this zombie was almost chopped off and was sewn back on, but the craftsmanship of the person who sewed it back was obviously not very good. As the zombie's neck cracked, its head fell to the side, and its dark eye sockets looked straight at Bai Liu and the others who were hiding in the shadowy tomb passage.

The nostrils of the crooked-necked zombie moved twice, as if it smelled a living person. An angry look appeared on its stiff face. It turned its raised hands and jumped into the tomb passage.

Mu Sicheng stood in front of Bai Liu with a tense expression. Bai Liu hid behind Mu Sicheng's shoulder, hiding the candlestick behind his body with one hand and calmly covering his mouth and nose with the other hand.

The zombie tilted its head, opened its mouth full of fangs, and moved closer to the left side of Mu Sicheng's neck with a resentful look. It sniffed twice, as if it would bite hard if it could smell a stranger. Mu Sicheng had never been in such close contact with a zombie before. His hair stood on end, but he dared not move.

At this time, Bai Liu was hiding behind Mu Sicheng's right shoulder, with his back to back.

Zombies have poor eyesight, travel under the moon, like to eat human blood, and find people by their sense of smell. They like to sniff at the seven orifices of the human body where vital energy flows. Therefore, "The Evil Art of Maoshan" records that if there are zombies in an area, you should sleep face down. This way, when the zombies go from house to house and sneak into your bed to sniff and bite people, they won't be able to find you.

The zombie sniffed Mu Sicheng's face carefully, with a hint of confusion on its tilted head. It bared its fangs viciously, turned around abruptly and reached towards Mu Sicheng's left shoulder.

Bai Liu, who had his back to the zombie, seemed to be able to see the zombie's movements. He moved a step and hid behind Mu Sicheng's right shoulder again.

After going back and forth like this several times, the zombie finally got annoyed. It muttered something as if cursing something, poked Mu Sicheng's shoulder with its nails, and after confirming that the other party was a ghost, it turned around and left.

Mu Sicheng was almost exhausted. He leaned against Bai Liu and took a deep breath, wiping the non-existent cold sweat from his face: "Finally gone..."

"We haven't finished yet." Bai Liu's voice came softly from behind Mu Sicheng, "There should be five more, a total of seven zombies."

As soon as Bai Liu finished speaking, a new zombie jumped out in front of Mu Sicheng. Like the previous zombie, this new zombie was extremely curious about Mu Sicheng, who exuded the breath of a living person. It stretched out its fangs and probed him several times before leaving in boredom.

As a result, after a while, another zombie jumped out and stretched its head to sniff the human breath on Mu Sicheng. Bai Liu was familiar with it and took advantage of Mu Sicheng's flexible hiding to successfully make the zombie think that Mu Sicheng was just a ghost who had just died and was still emitting anger.

The zombie bared its teeth and muttered a few threats to Mu Sicheng, then poked Mu Sicheng's shoulder with its nails and pushed him out.

Mu Sicheng couldn't understand the zombie language, but he inferred from the zombie's expression that the other party was probably scolding him for being a non-human and telling him to get away.

Mu Sicheng: "..."

Although this seems to be the case, it really sounds like an insult.

This process was repeated six times in a row. Except for the first zombie that didn't come to bother Mu Sicheng, every zombie that followed came to sniff Mu Sicheng. Some even bit Mu Sicheng, then left in disgust, and then waited for the next zombie to repeat the process.

There were two holes bitten on both sides of his neck and face. Maki Shicheng was helpless: "..."

Are you sharks? If you take a bite and it doesn't taste good, can't you just inform each other? Why do you have to take another bite of me?

However, Mu Sicheng now finds that being a ghost has its advantages, and he is not so afraid of these things anymore.

Until the seven zombies passed by Bai Liu and the others, there was no more jumping sound coming from the tomb passage. Mu Sicheng was just about to stick his head out to confirm if there was anything else at the back when he was stopped by Bai Liu behind him.

Bai Liu looked towards the dark corridor and said, "There's something missing. If there's any sound, don't go out."

Mu Sicheng held his breath and concentrated for a long time, but he didn't hear any sound. However, his nose was always good, and he smelled a very greasy scent of candles.

Gradually, Mu Sicheng also heard a crackling sound, like the sound of someone walking on paper, soft and fragmentary, not loud, but echoing back and forth in the dark tomb passage, it was exceptionally clear.

Bai Liu narrowed his eyes and looked deep into the tomb passage. A swaying orange light was flickering and shaking unsteadily, like a ghost or a spirit, or a floating light on the river. It made it difficult to see the distance, but one could definitely feel that it was approaching.

From a distance, the yellow fire got closer and closer, finally allowing people to see the true content hidden in the yellow fire.

Mu Sicheng saw a huge triangular copper incense burner with countless tall incense candles burning fiercely, with sparks flying everywhere, illuminating the entire tomb passage like daylight. Pushing the incense burner forward were some paper figures that were almost deformed from being pressed.

Under the huge weight of the incense burner, the bodies of these paper figures were flattened and deformed. The faces that were painted with joy were also compressed into weird wrinkled expressions, and the clothes on their bodies were squeezed so tightly that it was impossible to tell what was originally painted on them.

The paper figures carried the incense burner forward little by little, and from time to time sparks would float down and ignite the paper figures that were carrying the incense burner.

These paper figures were ignited by sparks and their bodies quickly burned. In the flames that burned them into curls and deforms, Mu Sicheng clearly heard the strange laughter of these paper figures in the dazzling fire.

“Hehe~”

“Hehe~”

The swaying incense burner and the burning paper figures seemed to float lightly and heavily as they passed in front of Mu Sicheng and Bai Liu. At the end of the team carrying the incense burner followed a paper Taoist priest.

This paper Taoist is the most exquisitely made one. His face is lifelike and his facial features are depicted in detail like a real person. He has black eyebrows and a long beard and a dignified expression. The only difference is that his eyes are without pupils, as there is no eyeball in the middle of the eye socket.

In addition, this paper Taoist priest was covered with talisman paper. He held a golden bell in one hand with two fingers raised over his head, and a peach sword in the other hand pointing at the incense burner in front of him. He had a pair of white ink-textured eyes without eyeballs, and walked straight forward with his left foot taking one step and his right foot taking another. As he walked, he made the same sound of walking on paper that Mu Sicheng had heard before.

In such a bizarre scene, Mu Sicheng's courage, which had just swelled up because he was a ghost, quickly shrank back. He pulled Bai Liu's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "What... are you doing?"

Bai Liu looked at the paper Taoist priest and said, "Paper people drive away corpses."