At night, the crosswind on the bridge becomes stronger, and no one comes to this area at night.

Because this is where the most vans are, with great cost-performance, they can carry goods and people, are durable, and cheap.

Before coming, the driver had already spoken to Brother Ye, saying he wouldn't take this job if he didn't know him.

For the rest of the way, Brother Ye can walk back on his own.

A brace for his neck hangs around Brother Ye's neck, and he carries his luggage, walking on the mountain path at night.

In the dead of night, he is already used to it, it's not the first time he's done this.

He doesn't know what Wen Yan wants to do, he only knows that Wen Yan saved his life, his sister also told him to trust Wen Yan, so he doesn't ask.

Wen Yan told him to act normally around that transparent person, to react as he normally would, to follow the transparent person's suggestions somewhat, and do what he instructs without any pressure.

Brother Ye is doing as told, without any mental stress, having faced death before, he's more than prepared now.

As he passed through a tunnel, the transparent person suddenly spoke.

"We're almost there, not far from here, I can sense something different, it's definitely close."

Brother Ye paused and said.

"Are you sure? Can this really lift the curse?"

"Of course, it's true."

"If you're lying, I'll drag you down with me."

"I want to lift this curse more than you do."

"Good."

Brother Ye crossed two more bridges, walked through two small tunnels, and as he stepped out, he looked ahead.

"The place you're looking for, if I am not mistaken, is something my elders mentioned when I was a child.

Its current name is Bridge's Guard because a bridge was built there.

Elders who spoke to me once built a bamboo building there, guarding the place."

"Ha, what guard, he's just a guard.

The people who made you migrate here were truly vicious.

Making the descendants of the Ye Clan guard this place themselves.

Guarding the source of over two thousand years of Ye Clan's suffering.

It must have been King of Qin, only King of Qin could be so cruel."

The transparent person was filled with resentment, becoming agitated as they spoke. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

To this day, he keeps mentioning King of Qin, as if denying the title of Emperor Qin was already the vilest thing.

Brother Ye stayed silent, continuing forward.

For now, he's just doing as the transparent person says.

Brother Ye, not resting, traveled in the mountains for several hours, this level of intensity was normal for him, having previously carried dozens of pounds of goods on mountain paths for half a day.

As he moved forward, crossing a mountain peak, crossing a bridge, taking the path along the mountainside, after winding around the mountain, he suddenly saw an open view ahead.

Surrounded by mountains, without a single flat area over a hundred meters, there suddenly appears a narrow valley a few hundred meters wide.

The valley floor is very flat, if not for the annual mountain floods, this place would be very suitable for settlement and farming.

"This is it!"

The transparent person was very excited, for a moment it was as if they could see outside.

"Zuo Qinglong, Brush-holder Mountain, together with this flat land, even after two thousand years, the traces are still visible.

Quickly, find the spot 360 steps from the valley entrance, in the direction of the winter sun's rise."

Following the transparent person's words, Brother Ye completed the task, counting 360 steps.

"Drip your blood on the ground, not too much, just a few drops will do.

Then, from here, take 80 steps to your left hand, and drip a few more drops of blood."

Brother Ye was silent, hesitated for a moment, but decided to trust Wen Yan, doing as the transparent person instructed.

He dripped his blood on the ground seven times consecutively.

As Brother Ye finished this, a black mist began to seep from his body, invisible to ordinary people.

A large amount of black mist shot upwards, and with a muffled grunt, Brother Ye painfully knelt on the ground.

From his cut arm, a few drops of blood flew out, merging into the black mist unseen by ordinary people.

Gradually, the black mist gathered in the air, using the drops of blood as a catalyst, rapidly coalescing into a silhouette.

The figure wore a high crown, with a distinct long robe, spreading his arms, standing in the air, with large amounts of black mist converging on him, making his form increasingly solid.

He took shape, laughing heartily, chanting in a language vastly different from today's dialect, while the ground stained with Brother Ye's blood began to release more black mist, connecting with him.

"What can King of Qin do to me, slicing me in half, with my body suppressing the riverbanks, what's the point?

Even after trying to suppress me, never escaping in death, never rebuilding eternity.

Unfortunately, the river changed course, allowing me to reform, a sign of fate!

Severing my bloodline, yet it's never broken, also a sign of fate!

This key, hidden in my bloodline, passed down for over two millennia, also a sign of fate!"

The transparent person laughed loudly, and at this moment, a message silently appeared on Brother Ye's phone.

Glancing once, Brother Ye endured his discomfort, struggling to walk away into the distance.

Standing in mid-air, the transparent person continued to laugh, observing the black mist dispersing from several directions on the ground, vaguely sensing something opening.