Yu Jizi glanced at him, said nothing, but took out all the tools he had prepared in advance and set them up, and began to draw something on the ground bit by bit.
The cinnabar he used for drawing was precisely the poisonious insect eggs previously sketched on the paper.
Jin Ziyuan’s eyes were lifeless, yet his gaze lingered on one of the women.
Gu Youyou could not see him; her eyes moved slowly alongside the papers around the coffins, yet for some reason, a tear found its way out of the corner of her eye.
Seeing that tear, a sealed place in his heart clenched tightly, as if a sharp, thin silver needle had touched his heart, aching and sour.
An eerily familiar scene unfolded, and after a long time, some dust-covered memories seemed to awaken.
Then, he also seemed to be standing in a coffin, only able to show the upper half of his body in the large coffin.
She stood outside the coffin, looking at him, surprised and saddened.
Then, she showed a pitying look towards a bizarre outsider.
She spoke a lot to him, but at that time, he couldn’t hear or understand anything. He didn’t remember, but now, he suddenly remembered.
Back then, she approached the coffin cautiously, taking a while to muster the courage to speak to him.
She asked if he could understand, but back then he didn’t, and when she asked what his name was, he couldn’t reply. She had guessed he was either a fool or a mute.
They had been locked in that coffin together, her cursing and swearing all night long, tricking him into playing games, not allowing him to get close to her...
Immense agonies struck, his head felt as if it was going to explode.
Jin Ziyuan broke out in a cold sweat, almost at the verge of screaming.
Uttering that name seemed like it could grant him solace.
In the ancient tomb, Yu Jizi, rapt in his writing, finally sensed something amiss; he looked up at Jin Ziyuan, struggling bitterly, and furrowed his brow ever so slightly.
He stood up, retrieved a small vial, and forced a pill the size of a thumb into Jin Ziyuan’s mouth.
Jin Ziyuan slowly calmed down, and soon his gaze returned to its vacant state.
Yu Jizi turned nonchalantly, and six medicated figures now stood across from him; there Gu Youyou was, tears streaming down her face.
He sighed, "The last thing I worry about is you."
Then, shaking his head and sighing again, he made Jin Ziyuan lie flat in the coffin before returning to continue drawing an ancient formation.
Jin Zijin had already entered the mountain, yet with the mountain’s vastness, it was not easy to find the peak harboring the ancient tomb.
He first took Tian Jizi to the previously destroyed mountain, and then, pulled out a bamboo tube.
Tian Jizi glanced sideways and said with a flicker in his eyes, "It seems you already know how to find them."
As Jin Zijin opened the bamboo tube, he said, "When Jin Yan gave me that pouch that day, I didn’t take much notice at first. Only later, when I recalled that Searcy had managed to find Youyou before I did, did I realize she must have had an extraordinary method. Afterward, I discovered this bee."
"The Ghost Doctor Family’s item?" asked Tian Jizi, glancing at the bee.
Jin Zijin nodded and released the bee.
The bee circled in front of them a few times before quickly choosing a direction and flying off.
But it did not fly along the mountain path; instead, it flew directly from one peak across to another.
Amongst the clouds, both peaks should have been visible above the mist, but because this particular mountain had collapsed, it didn’t appear quite natural.