Fu Shiyan’s gaze fell on Jiangli’s departing figure as she stepped into the night; yet, his expression remained calm. "If she says there’s nothing to worry about, then there won’t be. Relax."
Director Xu couldn’t feel at ease and was still quite worried as he turned to look at Xun Tianhai.
Xun Tianhai’s face was tense, and his heart was fluctuating wildly, yet all he could do was grit his teeth and say, "Let’s wait and see!"
With a helpless sigh, Director Xu could only stay with everyone else, waiting for news.
However, the taste of waiting was the most unbearable.
Soon, everyone experienced what it meant to feel as if "each day dragged on like a year."
Jiangli stepped on a twig on the ground as she walked into the mountain with Xia Xin.
Xia Xin, startled by the crisp sound, quickly hugged the object in his arms and nervously looked around. "Ancestor, are we sure it’s safe to go up the mountain ?"
"What are you afraid of with me here?"
Before Jiangli could speak, Fu’er appeared next to Xia Xin and slapped the back of his head.
Xia Xin stumbled, "I—I definitely trust the Ancestor. It’s just that this place feels... spooky..."
"Of course, with the widespread skeletons and souls of the deceased, the yin energy is naturally strong," said Jiangli, casting a fleeting glance at Xia Xin.
Xia Xin suddenly felt a chill through his body, his scalp tingling.
Filled with skeletons and souls of the deceased!
He almost couldn’t catch his breath.
Fu’er patted his shoulder comfortingly, "Don’t worry. Following the Ancestor, you’ll have to get used to this sort of thing. Who knows, you might find that situations like today are nothing in the future."
Why does that sound even more terrifying?
Xia Xin wanted to cry but had no tears.
Jiangli ignored Fu’er teasing Xia Xin and raised her right hand, her fingers moving as if she were calculating something.
The next second, Jiangli turned and led the way to the west.
Xia Xin followed closely behind Jiangli, afraid of being left behind. "Ancestor, what are we looking for now?"
"First, Lin Yurong’s feet, then her hands," Jiangli paused, looking at him. "Got any more questions?"
Xia Xin: "...No, no need..."
Jiangli raised an eyebrow, "Then forget it."
Having said that, she walked straight toward the west side.
Xia Xin took several deep breaths to calm himself down, then closely followed Jiangli.
All the way, Fu’er laughed at him for being a coward.
Gradually, Xia Xin felt less afraid.
After walking for a few minutes, Jiangli suddenly stopped and looked at a tree in front of her, saying, "Dig here."
"... Me?" Xia Xin awkwardly freed one hand and pointed at himself.
Jiangli clicked her tongue, "Who else but you?"
Xia Xin felt like crying.
Looking at Jiangli’s expression, he knew he couldn’t.
Xia Xin looked at the object in his hand, suddenly regretting that he forgot to bring a shovel.
He begrudgingly put the object down and picked up a twig, beginning to dig.
"Master Mu didn’t have enough spiritual energy. To hasten the evil qi and make it easier to emerge, it wouldn’t be buried too deep," Jiangli reminded him.
Xia Xin grew even more frightened.
With trembling legs, he approached and grasped the twig, tentatively digging under the tree roots.
Jiangli rolled her eyes, "Didn’t you eat? Even if he buried it shallow, it’s not going to be that shallow. Dig up the soil will you?!"
Xia Xin dutifully responded, staring at the soil in front of him, took a deep breath, then, with gritted teeth and a stomp, he started in earnest.
Jiangli stood nearby, watching indifferently, "You’ll often have to do this yourself in the future, so consider this practice. Otherwise, what will you do if I’m not around? Will you just ignore these kinds of things?"