I couldn't help but frown slightly. Three groups of people went in three different directions? Could it be that there were unseen forks in Dead Man's Gulch?

Ye Yang raised his hand and pushed aside the snow blocking our path, "There are forks in there. Follow me!"

I threw a sentence to Fang Xuan, "Your mission is complete. Whether you want to follow or not is up to you." Then I plunged into Dead Man's Gulch with Ye Yang.

From the moment Ye Yang entered the Dead Man's Gulch, his feet never touched the ground. Each time he descended, he either stepped on a coffin or landed on a grave.

I followed behind him, leaping continuously, but kept cursing, "Are you scavenging like a wild dog? Can't you be gentler with your paws?"

Ye Yang didn't know what was wrong with him. Every time he landed, he seemed as light as a swallow, but in reality, the force of each landing was extremely heavy. He either shattered the coffin lid or trampled the grave mound.

By the time I wanted to land, there was either a corpse protruding from the coffin or bones dug out from the grave beneath my feet.

Those corpses that had been sealed in coffins and buried in graves in bizarre postures all had one thing in common: their faces were all facing the sky. Some corpses even had their necks twisted, turning their faces towards the air.

Each time Ye Yang landed, he stepped on the position of the corpse's face. He shattered the coffin, and if I wanted to follow him, I had to step on the corpse's face.

In the eyes of a warlock, corpses have no meaning as long as they don't turn into zombies; they are equivalent to a pile of rotting meat.

However, the thought of stepping on a corpse's face still filled me with resistance. I could only try my best to steer my landing towards other places. As the remains and dust flew under my feet, I caught up with Ye Yang's pace.

Ye Yang touched the edge of a coffin with his toe, "There's a path under my feet. We can enter Dead Man's Gulch from here. You go first in a moment."

Just as I was about to speak, I saw a layer of imperceptible black mist swirling around Ye Yang's trouser leg.

Before I could take a closer look, Ye Yang suddenly lowered his sword, "Get ready. When I say go, you go forward. Don't worry about anything else."

Ye Yang's sword force sank downward, the tip of his sword pressed against the edge of the coffin, and the blade suddenly swept backward, instantly splitting the entire coffin in two.

As the coffin wood, split vertically in the middle, flew to the left and right, a large door flush with the ground was revealed.

The door, which only had a frame but no panels, was extremely elaborate, especially the human relief carvings on the frame, which gave one the illusion of lifelikeness.

The moment my gaze touched the door, the black mist rising around the door frame rushed towards Ye Yang's legs.

It then occurred to me that Ye Yang had been using his right foot every time he landed, and it was his right foot that was being targeted by the black mist.

Ye Yang had been smashing coffins all the way to pave a path for me? He wanted to stay behind and hold off the ghost gate!

The thought had just flashed through my mind when Ye Yang said in a deep voice, "Go!"

As soon as Ye Yang's voice fell, I soared into the air, slammed my shoulder into Ye Yang's back, pushing him five meters away, and slashed at the ghost gate with my twin blades.

Two blades, one black and one white, instantly slashed an "X" shaped crack on the door. The two streams of blade energy penetrated deep underground along the ghost gate. The wails of ghosts from inside the door pierced the sky like sharp arrows, and my twin blades trembled along with it.

I pressed down on the blades with both hands and retreated, preparing to retract the blades and take out a talisman to bombard the inside of the door, when Ye Yang shouted with a livid face, "What the hell are you doing? Why are you cutting the door? What's wrong with your brain?"

I was slightly stunned, and then seemed to understand something. I looked down at my legs. The black mist wrapped around my legs was several times thicker than Ye Yang's.

If the black mist wrapped around Ye Yang's foot was a shoelace, the black mist on my legs was equivalent to three hawsers.

I understood, Ye Yang wasn't planning to pave the way for me!

He was planning to use me as bait, and wait for me to jump into the ghost gate to lure out the opponent hiding behind the door, so he could take the opportunity to kill them. No wonder he deliberately smashed the coffins and left the matter of stepping on the faces of the dead to me.

I looked at Ye Yang, and just as I was about to explode with anger, he burst into curses, "Could you be any dumber? I finally calculated such a relatively safe passage, but you, with one slash, turned it into the most dangerous gate."

"Damn it, are you blaming me?" I was so angry that I was about to burst, "Couldn't you have given me a heads up?"

"I told you! I told you to go forward, why did you bump into me?" As Ye Yang roared back without showing any weakness, the door that had been lying on the ground suddenly stood up, directly upright next to the two of us.

Without thinking, I slashed at the door frame with my blade. As the two streams of blade energy flashed across the door frame, the door frame also made a sound of wood breaking, and half of the door was sent flying two meters away by my slash.

Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I heard Ye Yang say, "Now it's good, the people inside have to kill both of us together."

Ye Yang squinted at me and said, "This entrance is a test for those who come to the coffin door. As long as they are disciples of the same sect, they know how to pass through the ghost gate to touch the golden coffin, but you, with one slash, destroyed the ghost gate. Now the ghost spirit guarding the gate, even if it lets everyone else go, will have to kill the two of us."

"Tell me, what were you thinking?"