Infinite Flow: An Invitation from World B

Chapter 94 No matter how you die, you can't die a sordid death.

Crying at a grave is not an act of feigned wailing; it is using the sorrow of the living to disguise the spirits of the dead, temporarily confusing the yin and yang energies, making the surrounding ghosts unable to distinguish whether the people are living or returning souls, thus temporarily slowing down their encirclement.

Those few minutes felt like an eternity, as everyone recounted the saddest things that had happened to them in their lives.

The four people stood beside the coffin, heads bowed and shoulders slumped, weeping softly without uttering a sound, letting the sorrow envelop them. This was the custom of burial in the mortuary to preserve life; loud weeping would invite evil, while silent weeping would bring peace to the deceased.

Moments later, the encirclement of the wild ghosts began to crumble.

However, there were too many wandering ghosts in the graveyard, and the brief buffer period couldn't last long.

The fog in the cemetery thickened, completely enveloping the entire area. If this stalemate continued, everyone's vital energy would be exhausted, and they would surely be possessed and their souls stolen by the horde of ghosts.

To break this deadlock, someone must take the Soul Lantern and leave this place, using themselves as bait and the lantern as a guide to completely lure the entire group of wild ghosts away from the Lou family tomb.

Lin Tian gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, reached out and patted Zhao Hu, signaling him to hand over the Soul Lamp to him.

As if they had the same idea, Su Zixu blocked Lin Tian's arm and then took the Soul Lamp before she could.

Lin Tian wanted to snatch the Soul Lamp, but Su Zixu refused. He took Lin Tian's hand and wrote on his palm, "We need you here. Meet me at the village entrance in a bit."

Before leaving, Lin Tian gave Su Zixu the only red paper money and a stick of incense he had left.

Without further hesitation, Su Zixu gripped the two objects tightly, turned away from the paper coffin burial site, and carrying the dim lamp, rushed quickly into the desolate depths of the Lou family cemetery.

As soon as he moved, the swarm of wild ghosts surrounding the Lou family's tomb were instantly drawn away by the light, and the four of them could feel that the oppressive chill pressing down on them dissipated considerably.

Countless invisible ghosts changed direction, abandoning the four people beside the coffin, and followed Su Zixu's lamplight in dense numbers.

After everyone at the grave had a chance to catch their breath, Lin Tian immediately found four smooth stones and placed them on the four corners of the paper coffin.

Under Lin Tian's command, the remaining four people finally managed to bring the burial task to a proper conclusion.

Lin Tian made an agreement with Zhao Hu, saying that he would wait for him at the village entrance for the duration of an incense stick's time.

If he still hasn't appeared after the incense has burned out, she will wait for another ten minutes or so. If he still hasn't appeared, she will have to leave.

As for Li Zheng, Lin Tian wished he would die in the mass grave. Li Zheng also knew that no one cared about his life or death, so he set off for the mass grave on his own after the wild ghosts dispersed.

Zhao Hu felt that Lin Tian had done more than enough, so he had no objections.

Su Wang didn't want to stay in this wretched place for even a second longer, but seeing that Lin Tian wasn't leaving, he didn't dare go back alone and was forced to stay at the village entrance.

Tonight, Su Zixu was very glad that he had followed Yue Zheng Fengye's example and brought out a stick of Shichenxiang.

With the incense stick Lin Tian gave me, these two sticks will definitely come in handy.

Unfortunately, after rushing out of the Lou family cemetery, he lost his way and seemed to have rushed into a desolate graveyard.

Su Zixu followed the route he remembered from his journey down the slope. But after walking for a while, he realized that he had completely lost his way in this desolate graveyard. All the grave mounds, weeds, and paths in front of him looked exactly the same.

He looked back at the path he had come from, only to find that the path had completely disappeared, and he was trapped here.

Most dangerously, a dense array of dark shadows appeared silently not far behind Su Zixu.

They followed Su Zixu wherever he went, doing nothing else, as if waiting for some opportunity.

Su Zixu kept walking, maintaining his pace while thinking of a way to break the deadlock.

But reality didn't give him any extra time to think. The Soul Lamp swayed for no reason, and the candlelight inside flickered a few times without any wind.

"puff."

The spirit lamp went out instantly, plunging the entire desolate graveyard into pitch-black darkness.

Suddenly, the surrounding grave soil began to rustle, and a soft, rustling sound came from all directions.

Su Zixu's back stiffened as he clearly heard a dull "thump-thump" sound behind him.

The footsteps were not ordinary; they lacked rhythm and carried a heavy sense of oppression.

The muffled thud traveled along the grave soil, making his feet go numb.

Su Zixu's heart pounded, and cold sweat poured down his collar.

He quickly took the candles out of the lamp and found that there weren't many left, but it was better than nothing.

Then he hurriedly reached for the flint in his pocket, his fingertips trembling, and rubbed it with all his might.

"Click".

The candle was not lit, but the moment the spark ignited, it illuminated the spirit lamp and a small area around it.

In just a moment, Su Zixu witnessed a scene that he would never forget.

Under the Bright Soul Lamp, three ghosts supported themselves with their heads, their bodies broken at the waist, their eyes rolled down, their stiff arms straining to lift, their bluish-black fingers stretched straight out, trying to reach the lamp in Su Zixu's hand.

Su Zixu suddenly threw the lamp away; it seemed the lamp was no longer usable.

Lighting the candle at this moment would be tantamount to revealing one's location to the ghost, so Su Zixu simply threw away the candle as well.

In the darkness, Su Zixu had no idea how long he had been running or where he had ended up; it seemed that he was all alone now.

Because he had used up too much strength carrying the coffin, Su Zixu was now feeling a bit overwhelmed. His feet were numb and his steps were becoming unsteady.

Gradually, he began to recall things from his childhood, as well as his friends, family, bank card passwords, and the cloud storage he hadn't deleted.

No, he can't die yet, he can't die no matter what.

Thinking of this, Su Zixu suddenly perked up.

He suddenly remembered a movie he had seen, in which a Taoist priest used a red incense to exorcise ghosts.

He forgot what it was called, but he figured he might as well try making one himself.

Su Zixu kept walking, his fingertips trembling as he pulled out five red paper money, tore them into thin strips, moistened them with saliva, and wrapped them tightly around the incense sticks, so tightly that even the tips of the incense sticks were covered.

Then he crumpled the remaining red paper money into a ball and held it in his hand.

With his other hand, he held the incense stick wrapped in paper and, imitating the Taoist priest's actions in the movie, pressed the end of the incense stick against his forehead.

If Lin Tian had seen it, he would have known that this was using the faint yang energy between the eyebrows to stimulate the fragrance of the body.

The chilling aura of red paper money blends with the seasonal energy of the incense, creating an eerie scent similar to that of exorcising incense.

The Taoist priest in the movie didn't light the incense, so Su Zixu naturally did the same.

After holding the incense to his forehead for a few minutes, Su Zixu removed it. In the dim moonlight, he saw that the red paper wrapped around the incense was faintly glowing with a grayish light.

Su Zixu placed the incense on his chest, then slowed his pace, deliberately making his breath sluggish, mimicking the steps of the underworld messengers.

Every two steps, scatter a crumpled piece of paper.