Chapter 28 You Want to Dig a Grave?

I looked at Ye Yang and said, "You want to dig a grave?"

Although Hat Mountain wasn't large, it had seen many changes. The tombs on it had either become neglected, desolate graves, or had been flattened entirely. However, some things, once they existed, would always leave traces.

It was a testament to a legend.

"I have that intention!" Ye Yang pressed his hand on the ground. "There's evil aura here. I want to see what's underneath. You two don't need to help me. Just keep an eye on the surroundings and make sure no one disturbs me."

Ye Yang took a Luoyang shovel from his backpack and began digging into the earth at his feet.

But Ye Yang's method of digging was a bit strange. He didn't directly break open the soil layer, but instead, he opened a hole on top just big enough for one person to stick their arm into.

I had never heard of a grave robber using this method to rob a tomb.

Once a grave was opened, no matter how small the opening, breaking the tomb meant disturbing the spirits below. There was no such thing as quietly making a skylight.

Moreover, Ye Yang was only sticking one hand down. What if something happened below? Ye Yang couldn't see the situation underground. Would he be able to pull his hand back in time?

While I paid attention to the movement around me, I watched Ye Yang. He seemed not to care about anything, just concentrating on digging the hole. Before long, Ye Yang had stuck his entire arm into the hole.

Ye Yang only stopped when he was lying sideways on the ground and could no longer dig down. By this time, all five fingers of Ye Yang's right hand had been rubbed raw and were bleeding.

I was about to speak when Ye Yang waved his hand at me, so I could only step back and stand in place.

Ye Yang kept guarding the pit, closing his eyes to rest until the sun was about to set, when he finally opened his eyes.

The setting sun shone obliquely, half the mountain was like blood, especially the pit that Ye Yang had dug open. After being covered by the setting sun, it was like a blood spring gushing out of the ground. The crimson light floated gently at the mouth of the pit, as if it could overflow from the pit at any moment.

When I looked at Ye Yang, I found that Ye Yang was frowning tightly, as if hesitating about something.

After a while, Ye Yang pulled out Leng Yan (Cold Flame) from his body, and with the blade facing down, he inserted the long sword into the hole he had dug.

The moment the long sword entered the soil, I seemed to feel the entire Hat Mountain tremble a few times.

Ye Yang's face also turned pale.

Before I could ask Ye Yang about the situation, I felt a rustling wind behind me. When I turned around again, nine ghosts wearing red wedding dresses were standing neatly on the hillside, each with a coffin behind them.

Judging from her figure, the leading ghost should be Meizi.

Meizi said, "We're here. What do you need us to do?"

I pointed to the bottom of the mountain: "That's Nine Graves Gully. You should know where you were originally, right? Return to your respective places, okay?"

"Okay!" Meizi answered faintly, then鑽into the coffin.

The coffin moved on its own, sliding down the mountain like a car without wheels. After a slight pause, the coffin squeezed into the soil.

I watched as a tomb, like a mushroom growing out of the ground, appeared inch by inch and silently at the foot of Hat Mountain.

Immediately afterward, the second and third tombs also stood up.

Before long, nine tombs were arranged below Hat Mountain in the shape of a Nine-Leaf Jade.

I looked down at the nine graves at the foot of the mountain and said, "Ye Yang, what do you think?"

"That's a formation!" Ye Yang said, "Did you see the grave at the very front? That's the entrance to the formation. Entering from there should be the land of ghosts and gods."

"Then let's go down and try!" I was the first to walk down the hillside and said, "Ye Yang, where's your sword?"

"I can't take it out now." Ye Yang said, "The corpses originally buried on the mountain were the formation eyes. Now that the corpses are gone, I can only use Leng Yan to replace them. The sword, leave it there for now. We'll talk about it when we get inside."

Lin Zhao exclaimed, "You're a swordsman. Without a sword, how can you fight?"

"It's okay!" Ye Yang only said two words, then walked in front of me.

After Ye Yang's toes moved away from the edge of the last grave, it was like shattering a certain spatial boundary. The entire Nine Graves Gully was shrouded in a dark dome.

Looking up, there were no stars or moon. Stretching out your hand, you couldn't see your fingers.

In the next moment, flames rose in Nine Graves Gully. One by one, fire points like lanterns connected into nine long dragons, extending from all directions to the edges of the nine tombs.

Two words couldn't help but pop into my head: "Sending Lanterns!"

In the Northeast, there is a custom of sending lanterns to ancestors' graves on the fifteenth day of the first month of the lunar year.

Starting from the door of the house, a lantern is placed every few steps, all the way to the grave, meaning that the ancestors who returned home to celebrate the New Year are sent back to their tombs.

Now, unknown lights are coming from all directions, connecting the tombs. Is it to lead the ghosts back to the graves?

Aren't there already people in those nine graves?

While I frowned, a wooden stake wrapped in iron chains stood up in the depths of the lights.

One end of the chain was nailed to the stake with a long sword, while the other end was tied to a skeleton.

When my gaze fell on the skeleton, my eyes sank slightly: "Friend, come out and meet me?"