Shirley Yang walked towards the Bi An flower, gradually approaching the position of the coffin.
"In many dreams, I never lifted the coffin. This time, I must see what's inside."
Shirley Yang thought to herself. Her hand touched the coffin, and she tried hard to push, but the coffin remained motionless.
She used all her strength, but the coffin was still as usual.
Shirley Yang looked at her equipment and took out a small explosive bomb, which she had intentionally carried to avoid danger.
Now it came in handy.
Shirley Yang, the bomb expert, had already shown her skills in the underwater tomb.
Outside, seeing Shirley Yang throw tear gas after lying on a tree and making herself cry, Zhang Tian found it quite amusing.
But the next moment, when Shirley Yang took out a bomb, Zhang Tian was stunned.
As expected of an explosives expert, carrying bombs with her?
Magnetic storm infantry?
If this bomb exploded, not only would his willow tree and bell be lost, but Shirley Yang would definitely be blown to death.
Zhang Tian swallowed, and he rushed out immediately.
He snatched the small bomb from Shirley Yang's hand and threw it into the sky. Shirley Yang, without hesitation, pressed the fuse. Fortunately, Zhang Tian had torn off the fuse, so it didn't explode.
"Phew~"
"Fortunately, the willow tree is safe."
Zhang Tian took a deep breath, almost blowing himself to death.
"Wake up."
Zhang Tian closed the formation and then shook Shirley Yang's body. Shirley Yang slowly opened her eyes.
Hu Bayi also rushed out in a hurry.
When Shirley Yang saw Hu Bayi and Zhang Tian, her eyes became more vigilant.
She held a small knife at her waist.
"I know you are both fake. Don't come closer."
Shirley Yang said, looking at the willow tree. She was stunned.
"Good heavens, I've entered illusions three times, and each time I'm on this willow tree. Is this tree my respawn point?"
Seeing this, Hu Bayi quickly spoke.
"Miss Shirley, you just fainted. You kept throwing smoke bombs and tear gas on the ground. It's fine now."
Hu Bayi said from the side. Shirley Yang's beautiful eyes looked at Hu Bayi.
She frowned slightly, still vigilant.
The two illusions she had just experienced were too real, and she wasn't sure if the current one was real.
"Miss Shirley, what did you dream about?"
Zhang Tian asked.
"I dreamed of my father, and a coffin. I wanted to push the coffin open, but I couldn't. Finally, I wanted to blow it up. Just as I was about to detonate it, I suddenly appeared here."
Shirley Yang was still a bit dazed.
An ordinary person would have gone mad by now. Fortunately, Shirley Yang was brave and had strong psychological resilience.
Coffin...
Zhang Tian was taken aback, then seemed to realize something.
Shirley Yang was a descendant of a prophet, so she could foretell the future, and her method of foretelling was mostly through dreams.
Zhang Tian hadn't expected that the illusion just now would allow Shirley Yang to see some things.
However, it was fortunate that she didn't blow up the coffin, otherwise, Shirley Yang would have been sent to her doom.
"Alright, that was our illusion. It's over now. You're tired too, so get some rest early."
As Zhang Tian spoke, he waved his hand, and Shirley Yang was immediately knocked unconscious.
"Boss, this..."
Hu Bayi looked at Zhang Tian.
"There's no opportunity to explain now, and she won't believe it. It's better to talk about it tomorrow morning."
"Take her and let her rest well."
Zhang Tian said. Hu Bayi nodded and took Shirley Yang towards his room.
Back in the room, Hu Bayi laid Shirley Yang on the bed, while he sat cross-legged on the sofa.
However, he couldn't calm his mind to cultivate that night.
Zhang Tian, on the other hand, was thinking that if Shirley Yang had strong precognitive abilities, then he might not need to do fortune-telling anymore. If they wanted to go to the next tomb, Shirley Yang could just sleep and get clues.
Perhaps that way, he wouldn't have to risk his life to tell fortunes.
But imagination was beautiful, and Zhang Tian knew reality was cruel.
Shirley Yang's ability would probably require slow development. At least for now, he had to continue risking his life.
Feeling a bit depressed, Zhang Tian took out the Heavenly Palace Compass.
"You, you. Fortunately, you're not the Book of Life and Death."
Zhang Tian muttered, pointing at the compass. At this moment, Daoist Yimei ran out of the jade pendant, holding the ancestral master's spirit tablet.
"Good disciple, I heard you wanted the Book of Life and Death?"
Daoist Yimei winked.
"No, Master, you're thinking too much."
Zhang Tian refused immediately. What a joke, thirty years at once. Zhang Tian couldn't afford it.
Speaking of which, why did this guy suddenly show up?
"Master, why did you come out?"
"Alas, the ancestral master has been in a bad mood lately. You should drink and chat with him to comfort him."
Daoist Yimei said, placing the spirit tablet outside. Zhang Tian looked at the spirit tablet with some confusion.
"By the way, Master, how did you put the ancestral master into the jade pendant?"
Zhang Tian was curious.
Daoist Yimei flicked his butt, snorted proudly, and then disappeared from his sight.
Looking at the spirit tablet, which had cracked again, Zhang Tian had to use glue to stick it together again.
After that, Zhang Tian and the ancestral master drank wine all night.
Although the ancestral master couldn't speak, their master-disciple hearts were still connected.
Zhang Tian badmouthed Daoist Yimei in front of the ancestral master all night. It felt very satisfying, as he poured out all his recent frustrations.
The next morning.
Daoist Yimei, holding an umbrella, again emerged from the jade pendant and took back the spirit tablet.
"How is it, good disciple? Is the ancestral master happy?"
Daoist Yimei asked.
"Yes, he's very happy."
Zhang Tian nodded. Then Daoist Yimei happily put the spirit tablet back and disappeared into the jade pendant again.
The reason Daoist Yimei brought the spirit tablet was that he had been bothering the ancestral master every day, causing the ancestral master to get angry. So Daoist Yimei thought he would have Zhang Tian calm him down.
At dawn, the first ray of sunlight shone into Hu Bayi's room.
Inside the room, golden sunlight fell on Shirley Yang's face, making her face appear faintly pale.
Shirley Yang hadn't gone to the desert yet, so her skin was still quite fair.
She rubbed her eyes and recalled what had happened last night, her heart tightening.
Looking around, she felt a sense of warmth.
"Was it a dream?"
She murmured. When her gaze fell on Hu Bayi, who was sitting cross-legged nearby, she knew it wasn't a dream.
"What was that coffin? And was that dream real?"
Countless questions arose in her mind.
At this moment, Hu Bayi opened his eyes.
"You're awake. How are you feeling?"
Hu Bayi's hoarse and magnetic voice came.
Shirley Yang softly hummed.
"Last night..."
"It was all a dream. It was one of Boss's little tricks. Don't overthink it," Hu Bayi said. He thought for a moment and then continued.
"Boss must have agreed to let you join."
After saying that, Hu Bayi stopped talking.
He wasn't good with words. Fatty was outwardly flamboyant, but he was at most subtly flamboyant.
Shirley Yang nodded. She looked around.
There were many things on Hu Bayi's wall, such as small items obtained from the tomb of King Lu Shang.
And his Mojin Talisman.
Even the strategist's fan were hung on the wall.
However, the most striking thing was his grandfather's red photo album.
Grandpa was the person Hu Bayi admired the most, otherwise, he wouldn't have been named Bayi.
Shirley Yang looked at the things on the wall.
Her gaze quickly fell on the golden talisman.
The Mojin Talisman!
"I've seen this before."
Shirley Yang suddenly spoke. Hu Bayi's eyes shot open.
He looked at Shirley Yang in surprise. She had seen it before?