The tomb chamber was plunged into darkness as the entrance was sealed.
Swish swish—
Swish swish—
Faint sounds arose.
Like the rustling of clothes, or the whisper of fine sand.
The next second, the live stream screen lit up.
A white figure appeared before the camera.
Clad in white, his long hair cascaded down, obscuring his face.
He moved with a floating gait, his speed remarkable.
Yet, he seemed somewhat perplexed.
At every junction, he would look left and right.
There were many openings, and screams still echoed from them.
"What's going on?"
The grave spirit was puzzled.
According to its original plan, it was supposed to wait in the coffin for people to arrive.
But before it could even make a move, it heard screams.
And the sound of rapid footsteps.
Startled, it sat up from the coffin and came out to investigate.
"Could they be stumped by those small traps? No way... they're that weak?"
The grave spirit couldn't help but feel a touch of disdain.
Completely oblivious to the fact that it had been going in circles within these passages.
"Help! Help meeeee—"
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the passage ahead.
A figure, fleeing, looked back in terror.
The grave spirit's eyes lit up, and it perked up.
Just as it was about to greet them, the figure suddenly tripped and fell flat on its face about three meters away.
Its head separated from its body, rolling to the grave spirit's feet.
The grave spirit's forward steps halted, "?"
It lowered its head, looking at the head on the ground.
It was unmistakably the face of Fourth Brother.
Fourth Brother's head moved, its gaze shifting upwards, and it saw the grave spirit clad in white.
"Ahhhhh—"
"Ahhhhh—"
Two screams erupted simultaneously.
Fourth Brother's head was terrified.
The grave spirit was also startled, leaping back three meters.
"Who, who are you?!"
Why could it still move even after its head was severed?!
Fourth Brother's body scrambled to its feet, bumping into the walls in all directions as it couldn't see.
His head spun in place, wanting to run but unable to escape.
It couldn't help but anxiously exclaim, "Where's my head? Where's my head?"
"Has anyone seen my head?"
The grave spirit watched with astonishment, unable to resist asking, "Isn't your head on your shoulders!"
Fourth Brother's body fumbled towards its head, finding nothing.
His head exclaimed, "I know my head should be on my shoulders! So where is my head?!"
The grave spirit thought this must be an idiot, "Your mouth is on your head!"
Fourth Brother's body immediately reached for its mouth, finding it empty.
His head widened its eyes and said, "So where is my head?!"
"Who stole my head?!"
The grave spirit curiously stepped forward to take a look. What kind of ghost was this, so foolish.
It picked up the head and placed it on the torso not far away.
Then it said, "Here, your head."
Fourth Brother's body finally touched its head and breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the grave spirit, it extended its right hand, "Thank you, good brother."
The grave spirit instinctively reached out to shake hands, asking,
"Which gang are you from? Why are you here?"
Fourth Brother smiled honestly and heartily, "Me? I'm from Xiangyang Avenue."
...
"Is this Fourth Brother a ghost? Is he just here to be the comic relief in the tomb raiding team?"
"A ghost looking for its head, and it can even play like this, hahaha..."
"Fourth Brother: I died, then I came back to life, and I'm just playing around!"
The viewers in the live stream were roaring with laughter at the interaction between these two ghosts.
It was truly a rare sight.
Just moments ago, they were lamenting Fourth Brother's death and the tomb raiding team's decisiveness.
Unexpectedly, this person came back to life the next second.
And not only that, but he was so comical.
He completely dispelled the terrifying atmosphere.
Just as everyone was trying to suppress their amusement,
A viewer with the username 'Feng Xiao Xiao Xi' suddenly had an inspiration.
This familiar pattern, this familiar taste...
"This Fourth Brother... could he also be that stunningly beautiful maid in disguise?"
"Holy crap, now that you mention it, it actually seems possible!"
...
At the same time, Xu Nan, who was hiding in the shadows, was also taken aback.
Xiangyang Avenue?
The original plan was to capture the grave spirit and force it to reveal the organization's address.
But the mechanical ball's current demeanor...
Did it improvise and change the strategy?
As he was thinking,
He saw the mechanical ball wave at him, "Brother, come out quickly."
"..."
Xu Nan was silent for two seconds before changing his appearance.
He emerged from a nearby passage and played along with the mechanical ball.
Seeing another ghost appear, the grave spirit was dumbfounded.
It looked at Xu Nan, then at the mechanical ball.
What did these two ghosts want?
Could it be that they saw its lair was nice and wanted to snatch it away?
The grave spirit was very protective of its lair.
It was it that had spread the news about the tomb of an official.
To attract many 'lambs' for itself.
"You guys..."
The grave spirit took a step back, its face filled with suspicion.
Fortunately, it had anticipated such a situation and prepared traps specifically designed for ghosts.
Seeing this, the mechanical ball quickly explained, "Brother, don't be nervous. Your companion introduced us."
As he spoke, he winked at Xu Nan.
The latter remained silent, cooperating by taking out the soul-calling ghost that had been beaten into a mosaic.
The grave spirit examined the mosaic blob, unable to see clearly.
It couldn't help but reach out and push aside the long hair covering its face.
Frowning, it asked, "Who is this?"
Was this a threat?
The soul-calling ghost, having lost its will to fight, suddenly perked up upon hearing a familiar voice.
Looking in disbelief, it burst into tears and rushed forward.
"Brother Fen—"
The grave spirit instinctively dodged to the side. What did this sticky mosaic want?
The soul-calling ghost missed and cried even more mournfully.
"Brother Fen, it's me! It's the soul-caller from Luoshan Town!"
From Luoshan Town?
The voice sounded somewhat familiar.
The grave spirit looked at the mosaic in front of it and tentatively asked, "Little brother Soul-Caller?"
The soul-calling ghost: "It's me, wuwuwuwu..."
The grave spirit was dumbfounded, "What happened to you?"
"I..."
Just as the soul-calling ghost was about to complain about the two devils behind it,
The mechanical ball suddenly sighed and answered first, "It was tragic!"
The grave spirit's attention was drawn, "What exactly happened?"
The mechanical ball wiped its eyes, its honest face adding considerable charm.
"You have no idea the suffering Brother Hun went through today... When it was calling souls, it was beaten up by a fierce ghost!"
As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, waving them back and forth.
Demonstrating, "That fierce ghost beat it from left to right, from right to left, leaving it with no intact skin!"
"I've never seen anyone so miserable, so..."
The grave spirit: "So?"
"?...?"
The soul-calling ghost looked left and right, bewildered, wanting to say something.
Before it could speak, it caught sight of Xu Nan's gaze.
Clear and chilling,
It immediately recalled its encounter that evening, and its entire body began to sting again.
It promptly shut its mouth and cowered in the corner, trembling.
The mechanical ball slapped the back of its right hand with its left palm and continued,
"So my brother and I couldn't help but intervene and save him."
"Unfortunately, we were too late... otherwise, Brother Hun wouldn't be in this state?"
The grave spirit glanced back at the soul-calling ghost, which had been beaten into a mosaic.
The latter kept its mouth shut and nodded silently.
Coupled with the humiliated tears, it was even more convincing.
Seeing this, the grave spirit patted the mechanical ball on the shoulder, "You've done your best. Thank you."
"By the way, why did that fierce ghost take a disliking to him?"
...