Master of Kaidan-Chapter 528 Did I Go to the Wrong Tomb?

"Why aren’t you turning around?!"

Hearing the angry reproach of the ghost with the large head behind her, Feng Xue didn’t plan to respond but instead took out a pack of Milk Chocolate from her pocket, tore open the wrapper, and casually tossed it backward...

"Fuck, what the hell did you just feed me... Ugh~!"

Listening to the increasingly feeble curses at her ear, the Pen Immortal cautiously turned her head only to see the large-headed ghost writhing on the ground like an electrocuted mouse, spasming as black smoke slowly wafted up from him, struggling to even maintain his ghostly form.

"How did you know he had to make someone turn around before he could attack?" The Pen Immortal asked curiously. Feng Xue responded matter-of-factly:

"His instantaneous teleportation was obviously not normal. If he could use it at will, he wouldn’t have needed to pull all those tricks earlier. He could have just bitten me directly, but instead, he tried to fool me by calling my name and then pouncing from behind to bite, displaying a pattern where he had to follow the rules to activate. Of course, even if I guessed wrong, it wouldn’t matter; he couldn’t kill me anyway."

The Pen Immortal was speechless upon hearing this, looking at the large-headed ghost that now remained a faint shadow. She took out her little notebook and wrote "dead" on it.

In an instant, the body of the large-headed ghost burst violently and then turned into black mist, flowing into the Pen Immortal’s notebook.

"What rank is it?" Feng Xue casually asked. The Pen Immortal, somewhat disdainfully, said:

"A generic vengeful spirit, the curse strength is very low."

"Then just keep it as dog food," Feng Xue nonchalantly replied, but the Pen Immortal mournfully said:

"Hearing the master talk like this, the two younger sisters might not be pleased."

"Where did you pick up those tea phrases?" Feng Xue frowned and glared at the Pen Immortal. Before she could come up with a retort like "Well, that is my fault," Feng Xue waved her hand to retract her into the pen and continued walking towards the cemetery.

Anyone who has played old-style RPG games should understand that if you wander through a labyrinth and encounter nothing, you are probably going the wrong way.

Conversely, since there are ghosts blocking the way here, it must be the path leading to the destination.

"Although the ghosts still lack elements, labels, or entries, the characteristics they display have now a certain level of regularity, making the probability of phantom derivatives higher."

Feng Xue mulled over the operational logic of the ghost system in this world but had already passed through the woods, the old-style tombstones and grave mounds coming into view.

The graves and tombstones here looked to be made of concrete, which, while normal for modern burials, always gave Feng Xue the feeling, in the Mysterious World, that ghosts were sealed in their graves with concrete.

But it was also thanks to the concrete that if these had been dirt mounds left unattended for many years, they would have been reclaimed by nature.

"The tombstones look quite formal, not having that perfunctory feeling of mass production, not of a type where everyone died overnight and was buried en masse by the public, but considering the situation in the village below, there’s clearly a conflict, almost as if... the ghosts in that village and the ones buried here are not from the same family."

Thinking this, Feng Xue couldn’t help but shake her head, after all, those five little ghosts had pointed her directly to this series of graves.

"Anyway, let’s get the task done first and see what other tricks this game can play." While Feng Xue spoke, at the very front of the cemetery, by the concrete monument that seemed to be obscured by the game preventing a clear view of the first few words, "XX Village Cemetery," she arranged the incense burner, taking half of the incense sticks she had prepared and lighting them all before inserting them into the burner. Then, she started a fire in the fire pit, throwing in one-third of the Netherworld Paper; holding the fire pit, she proceeded inward.

With each step, she took out a few Netherworld Papers, dipped them into the fire in a way that would draw attention from the fire department in civilized society, throwing them into the air, while loudly chanting:

"By the supreme decrees, aid these lonely souls, all ghosts and specters, all touched by grace.

"Those with heads to ascend, those without heads to rise, slain by gun or blade, drowned or hanged."

"Life in light, death in shadow, wronged souls pass away, creditors and foes seek a repay.

"Kneeling before my altar, the Eight Diagrams Shining, standing in the pit to transcend to another realm.

"Whether male or female, bear your own fate, rich or poor, it’s all self-made.

"Order the salvation of these masses, hurry, transcend, order the salvation of these masses, hurry, transcend."

Feng Xue handled the rhythm of burning the Netherworld Paper perfectly. By the time she reached the end of the cemetery, the paper in her hands had just run out. The Netherworld Paper, ignited by the flames, undulated continuously mid-air under the effect of the hot air, occasionally sprinkling a few strands of burnt black ash.

Feng Xue counted the number of tombstones, offering incense to each. After paying respects to all seventy-one graves, she stood up and opened her game panel.

However, what made her frown was that the game’s selectable mission hadn’t been completed!

"What’s going on? Could it be that the grave mentioned in the mission isn’t here?"

Feng Xue looked up towards the mountaintop, only to catch sight of dark clouds already pressing down the mountainside. Ghostly fires began rising into the air, gathering behind her like startled little beasts.

Surprisingly, these ghostly fires did not, as in typical horror films, coalesce into a large ghost behind her to scare her. Instead, they huddled together, looking more like they were shivering, though they were clearly clusters of flames.

"Well, did I really visit the wrong grave?"

As the dark clouds on the mountain pressed lower and lower, Feng Xue glanced at the few remaining incense sticks in her hand and finally lit them all at once, placing them in the incense burner at the entrance of the cemetery.

"Thank you!"

"Be careful!"

"Woooo..."

Various whispers floated from behind her, but Feng Xue only felt the titanium crystal ring on her pinky finger warming slightly, and the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but turn up.

"How bold! A respected presence graces us, and you dare to laugh?"

A slightly sharp voice rang in Feng Xue’s ear, but she calmly responded,

"Didn’t you say you wouldn’t trouble me?"

Hearing Feng Xue’s words, as if afraid that Feng Xue would bring up the incident of offering incense, the ghostly figure suddenly jumped out, chastising:

"What do you mean I am troubling you? You offer incense to these lowly commoners, yet fail to pay homage to the respected one on the mountain, what sense does that make?"

"Lowly commoners?" Feng Xue’s eyebrows rose, but she glanced at the rolling black clouds behind the ghostly figure and curled her lips in disdain. The Coffin Ghost was utterly unaware of the seriousness of the situation and zealously boasted:

"Exactly, this mountain is the Royal Mausoleum of the respected one. You come to pay respects to the mountain but not to the respected one, what should be the punishment?"

Listening to the other party’s lines, Feng Xue thought to herself that this might be an idiot who got dumb from watching too many dramas in his lifetime and said, "Then you made a pact with me, yet now you violate it secretly, what should be the punishment for that?"

"What a joke, I am not..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the ghostly figure suddenly clutched his throat in agony, silver needles, half-translucent, emerged from between his fingers, the chilling light on the tips stinging the eyes with just one glance. freeweɓnovel-cøm

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