Old Liu's silence and worry were understandable.

The situation was gradually becoming clear. At least I could determine one thing: Ye Yang was walking the path of the gods, and I was walking the path of the ghosts. Those who entered the paths of gods and ghosts would either become the sorcerers who activated the great array, or the sacrifices for it.

Shu Cheng Shuang (Art of Twin Completion), the most important part was the connection.

There needed to be a connection between sorcerers, and between secret arts.

Sorcerers connected with their hearts, but secret arts connected with their spirits. The simplest way to do this was to use blood to sacrifice to the spirits—to take two people who could connect and use their blood to consecrate the artifacts on both sides.

The Xu brothers could be used for the spirit sacrifice; they were twin brothers.

Chen Xiaobao and Chen Xiaobei could also be used for the spirit sacrifice. Xiaobao and Xiaobei, perhaps, they were created for the spirit sacrifice from the very beginning. The Chen family might have intentionally cultivated the tacit understanding between them.

The remaining people who could be used for the spirit sacrifice were me and Ye Yang.

If the two of us weren't a match for the Chen family, the chance of us being used for the spirit sacrifice would be over ninety percent.

This result wasn't hard to understand. Who would want to be a pawn when they could be a player?

Bai family grandmasters, who would rather abandon their family than defend the heart of a sorcerer, were rare indeed. Sacrificing others for oneself was more in line with the temperament of people in the martial world.

The time had come for Old Liu to choose!

As I pulled Old Liu forward, the car in front had already slowed down.

Was that car hiding from the coffin boards in the roadside bushes?

I only glanced at the roadside and saw at least four dark red coffins hidden in the half-person-high weeds.

Was this a coffin tripping people?

Legend has it that at night, little ghosts would carry coffin boards out to trip people with them in places near mountains and water. Those who were tripped by the coffins wouldn't fall too hard, but they would be dizzy after they stood up.

People would walk towards dead ends as if they were dazed, and they wouldn't even hear anyone calling them.

When I was learning my art, Jiu Gui (Nine Ghosts) led me to see coffin boards tripping people.

That day, I saw a little girl walking with a puppy, when a little ghost hiding by the roadside quietly stretched a coffin board under the little girl's feet.

The little girl who was tripped by the coffin fell, then picked up the puppy again and turned to walk into the cornfield by the road. The puppy was going crazy with barking, but the little girl didn't stop, and kept walking forward, stumbling along.

Behind the cornfield was a river. If I hadn't stopped her that day, there would have been another water ghost in the river.

But could coffin boards trip people, or even trip cars?

My steps only paused slightly, and I saw the coffins in the bushes quickly move out, like roadblocks, horizontally blocking the mountain road.

The van in front didn't even seem to slow down. The wheels pressed over the coffins and onto the mountain road. When the car body was almost on a slope, the coffins under the wheels exploded with a bang. Black gas with the smell of rotting corpses rolled up along both sides of the car body, and a hand stretched out from the car, grabbing behind the coffins.

I watched as a ghost was dragged out from under the coffin by that person, who was grabbing its hair, and struggled desperately to go backwards.

The hand in the car was initially pulled out more than a foot long by the ghost. The owner of the hand also leaned half of his body out of the car. After a moment, the person used the car door again to exert force, forcibly grabbing the ghost's hair and dragging it into the car.

When the car moved forward again, they didn't even bother to close the car door. The people in the car kept reaching out to grab the ghosts on both sides of the mountain road.

At first, there was only one hand reaching out from the car. After a while, countless pale hands stretched out from the open car windows, continuously grabbing the ghosts along the way into the car.

The broken coffins fell from the hillside like rolling stones. While I raised my hand to block the coffins, I transmitted my voice: "The people in the car are from the Chen family, right? Otherwise, they wouldn't need to clear the way for us."

Old Liu pointed at my wrist: "If the ghostly hands reaching out from the shadows are a secret art of the Chen family, could the people blocking Ye Yang at Fengshui Residence also be from the Chen family? Is that Yu Xuelin a descendant of the Chen family? The Chen family's second son?"

That should be the only explanation.

The Chen family's second son didn't disappear back then, but changed his identity and hid in the world of sorcerers, guarding the Chen family, or secretly arranging the Shu Cheng Shuang.

Old Liu hesitated for a moment: "Should we notify Ye Yang?"

"No, that would alert the enemy." I denied: "Ye Yang was at Fengshui Residence at the time. His perception of spells and Yin spirits is extremely sharp. He couldn't possibly not know that there was a mole by his side. He didn't move, he was just waiting for the person to come out."

I had asked Ye Yang before why he could always sense Yin spirits one step ahead of me.

Ye Yang said: He was born with this ability.

The only thing I'm worried about now is that Ye Yang won't want to attack Chen Xiaobao because of Old Liu's sake.

I am now ninety percent sure that Chen Xiaobao is a bomb buried next to Ye Yang, and he will explode sooner or later.

I don't know where the fuse that lights this bomb is.

Ye Yang, please don't be like me, and not be able to see where the key to Chen Xiaobao's explosion is!