Ye Yang came up behind me and patted me on the shoulder, "Calm down!"

I wanted to calm down too, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking.

Although ghosts can wander around, they most often haunt near their own corpses, just like people wanting to go home.

If Gong Fugui's body still wasn't under the broken house, it could only mean that his body had been taken away, and someone was using his body to threaten me into a confrontation.

Who could that person be?

Old Liu?

I suddenly felt a chill in my hands. People only react like this when their emotions are too intense.

The next moment, I suddenly felt a sharp pain all over my body. When I turned around, I saw Ye Yang standing behind me with a needle, "Don't move, you're too emotional. This isn't like you."

As Ye Yang spoke, he inserted another silver needle into me.

Ye Yang inserted three needles in a row before my mood calmed down a little. Feng Ruoxing also said, "Ye Yang used silver needles to control your emotions. Calm down, you're losing control."

"Li Po, haven't you realized that you seem to be influenced by something?"

"You usually dare to fight desperately, but not when you have no chance of winning. Most of the time, you're gambling with your life because, in most cases, you analyze the strengths of the enemy and yourself and then gamble on winning or losing with a certain degree of certainty. You only truly risk your life when you have no other choice."

"What's wrong with you this time? You lost control before you even had a clue?"

I couldn't help but gasp. Feng Ruoxing and Ye Yang were right. I really seemed to be influenced by something.

My master and Jiu Gui had both taught me: Those who only know how to risk their lives can only be cannon fodder their entire lives. Only when you are both ferocious and cunning can you become the king of beasts in the jungle.

Every time I risked my life, I did so with a certain degree of certainty. At the very least, I was betting that the other person would value their life more than I valued mine.

What's wrong with me this time?

Just as I was looking at Ye Yang, not knowing what to say, I suddenly heard someone shout, "Boss, come quickly! There's a coffin here!"

I rushed into the house in a few steps and saw that the wild ghosts had dug out a coffin from under the table where we had been sitting.

I waved my hand to tell everyone to step back, and I pushed open the coffin lid myself.

When I saw the corpse in the coffin, I couldn't help but widen my eyes—the corpse was actually wrapped in a layer of paper covered with writing. At first glance, it looked like a book had been taken apart and the pages had been used to wrap the corpse.

I carefully took the pieces of paper off the corpse one by one and placed them aside. The corpse's face was revealed from under the pages. It was indeed Gong Fugui.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Help me take all these papers off."

Ye Yang and the others worked together to take off the pages and rearranged them in order according to the numbers on the page bottoms.

I also found a piece of yellow paper on the back of the corpse that was only the width of a palm but more than half a foot long. It was also printed with a symbol that I had never seen before.

If you called it a talisman, it had some resemblance.

If you called it a mantra, it had some charm.

If you called it an ancient seal character, it also had some meaning.

I held the paper and said to myself, "What exactly is this?"

Xia Mengying said, "Can I take a look? I can try to decipher the symbols on this paper."

After I handed the paper to Xia Mengying, Feng Ruoxing held up the pages taken from the corpse and said, "We really encountered a book ghost. Look at what's written on this, isn't it about what happened on Old Baldy Mountain?"

The thing wrapped around Gong Fugui was actually a book, an unfinished book. It not only told the story of the Qiulong Tomb, but also had half a story after that.

The half story was about "a sorcerer who found Gong Fugui and began to suspect that he had been betrayed by his companions." The story only described the sorcerer's entanglement and didn't write about what happened next.

I became the sorcerer in the story!

I looked at Gong Fugui and said, "Can you remember anything now?"

Gong Fugui shook his head blankly, "I can't remember anything!"

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I still couldn't avoid it! This book ghost is too cunning."

I waved the book in my hand, "I was so careful, but I still fell into the story it arranged. If this story hadn't been unfinished, I might have had to go back and kill Old Liu."

Feng Ruoxing said, "I've read this story too. I don't think the book ghost is an invincible opponent. At least his story only has one sorcerer. But four of us came."

"From this point of view, even if he finishes the story, we still have the possibility of reversing the ending!"

"Also, the book ghost's story must be triggered by some kind of condition. Du Fei's story was triggered when you stood at the window and saw Du Fei's ghost."

"The story of the Qiulong Tomb must have been triggered when you sat on Gong Fugui's corpse and mentioned the past to him."

After Feng Ruoxing finished speaking, he looked at Gong Fugui, "Have you ever talked about the Qiulong Tomb with anyone before?"