The paper Taoist priest walked slowly in front of Bai Liu. Unlike those little paper figures with stiff movements, its movements were smooth and natural, just like a real person.

The moment the paper Taoist walked past Bai Liu, Bai Liu pushed Mu Sicheng away, followed the paper Taoist's footsteps exactly, and followed closely behind.

Mu Sicheng looked back at Bai Liu with a puzzled look, gestured and asked with his lips: Why are we following you?

Bai Liu replied by mouthing: You have seen paper people chasing corpses before. If you follow them, you might be able to find your body.

The paper Taoist strode forward with the peach sword in hand. It seemed that he could not see Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng following him because he had no eyes. After passing through one tomb passage after another, Bai Liu heard the sound of water.

After passing through the narrow tomb passage again, a river about fifty meters wide appeared in front of Bai Liu.

The water in the long river was flowing rapidly. Under the light of the incense burner held up by the paper man in front, Bai Liu could see the splashes of water hitting the rocks. A low white bridge spanned the long river.

The bridge is very low and narrow, with the bridge almost touching the water. There are no guardrails on both sides, and it feels like people on the bridge can touch the water with their hands.

Of course, there was no one on the bridge. There were only some shadows of white willows whose specific features could not be seen clearly at the moment, dragging slowly on the bridge.

The closer Bai Liu got to the long river and the bridge, the more he could smell a peculiar smell of water. The short white bridge that looked like rock from a distance turned out to be just a paper bridge made of oiled paper when he walked closer. Coming and going on the paper bridge were ghosts with dull faces walking on tiptoe, as well as some black translucent ghosts.

But these are not the most eye-catching things. The most eye-catching thing is the women walking gracefully on the bridge holding white oil-paper umbrellas as if they were taking a walk in the rain.

These women, with their backs to the white willows and holding oil-paper umbrellas, wore white funeral clothes and were barefoot, waving white handkerchiefs in their hands. They walked from the center of the bridge to the end of the bridge, swaying their waists with every step, then turned around holding the umbrellas, as if preparing to turn back.

Mu Sicheng was holding his breath, waiting for these women to turn around, but these women holding umbrellas suddenly dropped their umbrellas and jumped into the river.

The bodies of the women floated face down under the paper bridge, with their long hair spread out in the water, floating motionlessly under the bridge deck, but when the bodies crossed the bridge deck, they turned face up again.

The face of the corpse lying on the ground had a malicious smile on its dark and swollen face. Its eyes were fixed on the "person" still walking on the bridge. It turned left and right, looking for something on the bridge. After finding nothing, the malicious smile on the corpse's face became more and more distorted, and then slowly drifted away.

Not long after, a woman walking with an oil-paper umbrella suddenly appeared in the middle of the bridge.

Bai Liu stared at the women walking on the bridge, and soon he discovered that these women seemed to be the same group, floating in a circle on the bridge and under the river, walking on the bridge, jumping off the bridge, and then floating under the bridge again and again.

Every time I passed by the bridge, these women would stare at the bridge surface, as if they were looking for something.

As they failed to find what they wanted again and again, the women looked at the passers-by on the bridge with more and more resentment and viciousness in their eyes, as if they were resentful of the "people" on the bridge for blocking their search.

Mu Sicheng was frightened by this group of weird women and quickly pulled Bai Liu's sleeve: "...What are they doing?"

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng and said, "You walked across this bridge once, but now you don't remember anything?"

Mu Sicheng was startled and murmured, "...I don't remember."

Bai Liu retracted his gaze: "According to the records in Maoshan Evil Arts, these women should be ghosts who died on the bridge."

Mu Sicheng asked: "What is a ghost who died on the bridge?"

Bai Liu looked at the women holding paper umbrellas and said, "It is said that in ancient times, when a husband left home, the women would go to the bridge every day holding umbrellas and wait for their husbands to return home, rain or shine. But if the news they received was not the good news of their husbands' return, but the news of their husbands' death, some women would jump off the bridge out of grief and die with them."

Mu Sicheng looked at these women with some sympathy at this time: "So they are looking for their husbands who have returned home?"

"That should be the case." Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng's sympathetic eyes, "The floating corpses that died under the bridge have strong resentment. The ghosts of the corpses will circle the bridge from generation to generation, always guarding the bridge and waiting for their husbands. If they can't find their husbands, they will drag all the men who cross the bridge into the water."

Mu Sicheng was shocked: "Why drag me into this? I'm not her husband!"

Bai Liu nodded calmly: "Yes, they know that too. So if they find out you are not their husband after they pull you into the water, they will drown you alive out of grief because they have mistaken you for someone else, and then throw you aside and continue to wait for their own husbands."

Mu Sicheng: "..."

"Shit!" Mu Sicheng reacted. He grabbed Bai Liu and frowned. "There are ghosts who died on the bridge. Isn't it dangerous for a living person like you to cross this bridge?"

Bai Liu's eyes darkened. "Yes, the ghost who died on the bridge is one of the most dangerous ghosts in the records of Maoshan Evil Arts."

"The resentment of the ghosts who died on the bridge cannot be countered, but can only be dispelled. If we don't have a talisman that can help us pretend to be their husbands, once they find out that we are just two strange men, we will definitely be dragged off the bridge together and drowned, trapped in this cycle of going up and down the bridge."

Mu Sicheng felt a chill on his spine when he heard this: "Then do you have a disguised talisman?"

Bai Liu paused, "No, that is a positive spell, called [False Body Talisman], which is not in my book of evil arts."

"Then let's not cross the bridge and go back..." Before Mu Sicheng finished his words, he suddenly trembled a few times, the black energy on his face suddenly became thicker, and his limbs deformed and he lay prone on the ground, his eyes red, and he rushed towards Bai Liu with his teeth bared!

On the other side, in the tomb.

Kong Xuyang, who had a fake body talisman on his head, held up a candlestick and chatted smugly with Yang Zhi, who also had a fake body talisman on his head, "Then Bai Liu will probably die in the tomb, right?"

Yang Zhi nodded and gave Kong Xuyang a thumbs up with unconcealed praise on his face: "Of course, Brother Kong, you really did a great job, really great, you led them directly into the tomb."

Kong Xuyang pretended to be impatient and waved away Yang Zhi's hand: "What's so great about this? It's just a guide talisman to let the corpse lead the way for them. The main thing is that Bai Liu likes to die. He dared to rush into the tomb without anything. Isn't this just looking for death?"

"His own tactical style is willing to take risks and die. Can I say that I am superior? Isn't this all due to the support of the opponent?"

Kong Xuyang patted the lamp ashes on his hands and sighed in a pretentious manner: "Of course I still hope that Bai Liu can struggle to survive for a while longer. Otherwise, if we just push through the monster puzzles, it would be too easy to win the game. There is nothing interesting to watch, and the attention level cannot be hyped up. How can I gain popularity?"

Yang Zhi nodded repeatedly, and was quite emotional: "I watched Bai Liu's match before, and I thought he was so amazing, but I didn't expect that he couldn't even win against you, Brother Kong."

Kong Xuyang sneered: "Awesome? A layoff worker, a loser in real life, can compare with me?"

"But Bai Liu has won first place in the Rising Star Ranking and first place in the King Ranking by his own strength." Yang Zhi listed Bai Liu's achievements without noticing that Kong Xuyang's face had darkened. "I didn't expect that he would lose so easily..."

"Are you finished?" Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi sinisterly.

Yang Zhi then realized that he seemed to have hit Kong Xuyang in the sore spot, and quickly said, "But you're still no match for Brother Kong!"

But after saying this, Yang Zhi himself felt a little guilty because Kong Xuyang had never won the first place on the King List.

Kong Xuyang was suppressed by hearts the year before last, and by spades last year. This year, when he finally had a chance to win, it was snatched away by Bai Liu who rushed out of nowhere.

Kong Xuyang sneered, ignored Yang Zhi, and went deeper into the tomb holding the candlestick.

From time to time, women holding oil-paper umbrellas, ghosts crawling on the ground, and brides with veils walked around them, but Kong Xuyang and his friends walked among these ghosts as if they were in an empty space. However, these ghosts did not harm them, and the women wearing oil-paper umbrellas even came over to hold their umbrellas for them.

Only after she had sent them to a new tomb chamber did the woman turn around and slowly walk away, holding her umbrella, leaving behind a trail of water-stained footprints on the floor of the tomb.

Yang Zhi looked at the woman walking away and patted his chest in fear: "This [Disguise Talisman] is really powerful. The martyred ghosts directly regarded us as their husbands and even held umbrellas for us."

"If I didn't have this [Disguise Talisman]..." Yang Zhi seemed to remember something terrible and shuddered.

Kong Xuyang also looked sympathetic, but he cursed in a vicious voice: "These women are too crazy. Last time I passed this level, I almost got killed by these martyrs. Damn it, once they find out that I'm not their man, I'll become their enemy. What a bunch of bitches!"

Yang Zhi was still terrified: "Yes, and the only weakness of these bridge-sacrificing ghosts is recorded in the book, and that is their husbands! If it weren't for you, Brother Kong, who found the [Disguise Talisman] in the Maoshan book in time last time, we would have all died in their hands!"

"Damn bitch." Kong Xuyang cursed sinisterly, but no one knew what he was thinking about, the expression on his face relaxed again.

Kong Xuyang sneered: "Didn't you want to kill me last time? This time just follow me obediently and hold an umbrella for me."

Yang Zhi rubbed his hands together and laughed twice in an obscene manner: "Brother Kong, if you give the order, maybe these women can..."

Kong Xuyang waved his hand maliciously to interrupt Yang Zhi's words: "Your taste is too strong!"

Yang Zhizhi changed the subject with interest: "How far do you think Bai Liu and the others can go in the tomb?"

Kong Xuyang became interested again after hearing this: "We have been to this tomb before. The most dangerous ones are the thirty or so brides in the wedding hall, the ghosts who died on the bridge, and the zombies."

"Of course the scariest thing is the Taoist priest in the main tomb." Kong Xuyang's expression became more serious when he said this. "That thing is at least a monster with a panel value of 20,000 or 30,000. We must not let that thing wake up, otherwise we will all die."

"After the seventh day, within two days, the zombie will absorb enough Yin energy from the last batch of villagers in Yinshan Village and start to wake up. After waking up, it will start to massacre the villagers. There is no way to stop it." Kong Xuyang's face was dark. "Last time, as soon as we logged out of the game, the Taoist priest killed all the remaining players trapped inside."

"Many of those players are prospective members of large guilds. They have no power to resist the Taoist priest at all."

Yang Zhi recalled that the Taoist priest also had a pale face: "It's okay, as long as Bai Liu dies, the game will be over. They can't stand the ghosts who died on the bridge."

"I hope Bai Liu and his team can hold on a little longer and let the match go on a little longer. After all, Bai Liu is said to have a lot of supporters, and they probably want to watch him a little longer." Kong Xuyang shrugged with regret, with a malicious smile on his face that grew bigger and bigger. "I am a person who is always willing to satisfy the wishes of the audience."

"But if Bai Liu really can't even beat a bunch of abandoned women who are holding umbrellas for him, I wonder what the audience who support him will think when they see this scene?"

Yang Zhi understood and praised: "Why would they support Bai Liu? They are here to support you, Brother Kong!"