It's something from Wang Fugui's sect!

Thinking of this, Yao Shunyu couldn't help but get excited. Being able to rescue them under those circumstances meant that it definitely wasn't a simple ghost.

Moreover, Jiang Cheng had heard Wang Fugui mention that Yu Chengmu and the others were slapped to death by something from Wang Fugui's sect. He wasn't sure about Jiang Cheng's character, but he was certain that Wang Fugui wouldn't lie. To be able to do something like that, the identity of the thing within Wang Fugui's sect was certain—a considerably powerful supernatural being.

But strangely, he didn't feel the joy of having found a treasure. On the contrary, a sense of loss welled up within him. He suddenly envied that person named Jiang Cheng.

"To have someone like Wang Fugui by your side in the Nightmare world... it truly makes one jealous."

He could naturally see that the two had an excellent relationship. One specialized in conspiracies, the other in overt strategies. They coordinated with each other, relying on each other, and supporting each other as they advanced on a treacherous road with an unclear future and no way back. Like a ray of light, gradually penetrating, as the crack slowly extended, until finally… splitting open this dark world.

"Hehe, I think you two have rested enough. Time is pressing, let's set off quickly."

Yuan Shanyuan forced a benevolent smile, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Wang Fugui and Yao Shunyu. Without even asking, it was clear that he was looking for that mirror that could suppress ghosts.

"Elder Yuan doesn't need to look. That mirror has already been lost in that maze-like road. If you want to retrieve it, you'll have to go in again."

Yao Shunyu appeared very open about this. His current appearance was quite miserable. He had lost an ear, and blood mixed with mud and fallen leaves stuck together in a sticky mess. He was comparable to a ghost.

"The mirror doesn't matter, it's good that you're safe."

Luo Tianhe consoled him, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. He had once considered obtaining that mirror for himself to use as a final measure against the creature in the Blood Corpse Tomb, or as a trump card to deter Bai Yu, but now it seemed there was no chance.

However, he could accept the outcome of Jiang Cheng and the others losing the mirror. But if it were him, he certainly wouldn't have used such a valuable mirror to save Yao Shunyu. It was clearly a losing deal.

In any case, they had passed this dangerous second trial. After a brief rest, the group continued on their way.

Soon after, footsteps could be heard behind them once again.

This time, the group couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief upon hearing the footsteps. The wandering souls had caught up again, indicating that the path they were currently on was the correct one.

Yao Shunyu's body was considered strong. Li Bai advised him to only pretend to lift the coffin and not exert himself, as his wound was still bleeding.

And the most disappointed person with the current outcome was naturally Lin Qianqian. Yao Shunyu hadn't died, so the curse of the black cat hitting the coffin hadn't been broken. Perhaps this third trial would be her gateway to hell.

But as the saying goes, what you fear most is what comes. Just as Lin Qianqian was contemplating how to deal with Jiang Cheng and the others, an anomaly appeared at the end of their line of sight. It seemed like something was swaying.

The group slowly slowed their pace. As the figures in the distance drew closer, the fatty, who was walking at the front, narrowed his eyes and suddenly tensed up. He could see clearly—a group was coming towards them.

A group just like them, carrying a large black coffin!

Even more horrifying, the eight people carrying the coffin had empty shoulders. They were all headless!

"It's... it's the servants from the Wu manor, the first eight people to carry Master Wu's body!"

There was no need for Lin Qianqian to elaborate. Jiang Cheng recognized the eight headless corpses at first glance. The corpses were still wearing the same clothes—simple coarse cloth short jackets, soaked in black and red blood.

But what worried Jiang Cheng the most was that the heads of these eight corpses were still in Master Wu's coffin.

"Not good, they're going to collide!"

Yuan Shanyuan's words instantly pulled everyone back to reality. The path they were currently on was very narrow, only wide enough for one coffin-carrying team to pass through. Moreover, there was no turning back when carrying a coffin. They couldn't retreat, but if they chose to give way, they would have to leave the path they were on. No one could predict what would happen next.

Furthermore, everyone had an indescribable feeling that there seemed to be more than just the long-necked female ghost in the nearby woods. There were many pairs of resentful eyes watching them intently.

"Don't stand there! Quickly get off this path! Look at the coffin they're carrying, it's... it's Young Master Wu's coffin!"

Li Bai urged sternly.

No wonder Jiang Cheng found that coffin somewhat familiar. Last time, they had used this coffin to seal the young master, who was about to turn into a corpse, and had specifically instructed the Wu family to find a good place to bury the coffin quickly when they returned.

Could it be that the Wu family had taken their words as nonsense?

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng understood. This must be the work of the Third Young Master Wu. Lai Fu couldn't possibly disobey their instructions. Judging from the current situation, it was likely that the Third Young Master had intercepted the coffin with the help of others.

"Everyone, don't panic!"

Luo Tianhe lifted the dragon pole on his shoulder slightly and turned to look at Lin Qianqian, saying in a commanding tone, "Come here and take my place."

Lin Qianqian, although frightened, didn't dare to disobey Luo Tianhe's order. She replaced Luo Tianhe and stood next to the fatty, side by side in the first row, facing the most intense visual impact.

Having temporarily freed himself, Luo Tianhe didn't dare to delay. He quickly walked to the front of the coffin, picked up the last bowl of half-cooked rice, and then quickly walked to a position five meters ahead of everyone. He squatted down, placed the bowl, and took out a fire starter to light three incense sticks, inserting them into the bowl.

Then, he took out two white candles, lit them, and placed them on either side.

That wasn't all. Luo Tianhe then cut his middle finger and dripped blood onto the bowl of white half-cooked rice.

Instantly, it was as if something in the surroundings had been detonated. Jiang Cheng and the others felt a gust of yin wind rushing towards them from behind, with a force ten times stronger than before.

Even more strangely, this time, the starving wandering souls didn't snatch the food with their hands. Instead, they rushed to the incense sticks, desperately sniffing the blue smoke emitted after the incense burned.

Some knelt or crawled on the ground, greedily sticking out their tongues to lick the half-cooked rice stained with blood.

As more and more ghosts gathered, they actually blocked the entire road. The scene was indescribably bizarre. Even more bizarre, the two quietly burning white candles slowly changed.

The original orange flames gradually swelled, as if infused with new fuel. The flames were several inches high, and their color had changed to a faint, ghastly green, making the surrounding scene even stranger.

It was as if, unknowingly, they had opened up another world.

"This is... opening the Yin Road!"

Li Bai's expression upon seeing this scene couldn't be described with the word "shock." She had long known that Luo Tianhe's methods were extraordinary, but she never expected that he had reached such a level of attainment.

Luo Tianhe, with the help of the methods left behind by Master Wu, gathered these wandering souls and forcibly opened a road to the underworld, to send away the young master who had already begun to turn into an evil being, along with these eight headless ghosts.