Chapter 44 Foggy – Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

I somewhat regretted agreeing to this plan, so I said, “Tugong Chen, why don’t we change the path again and think of something else.”

“No need,” he shook his head, “Chen Logistics is right, this is the fastest method, besides, I won’t necessarily die. Our old Bai family can have a masterpiece.”

“A masterpiece? What kind of masterpiece, Mr. Chen?” I was a bit curious as to what the masterpiece he was talking about was.

He didn’t answer positively.

“Let’s go, you two follow me,” he said in a hushed voice as he picked up a stone with his hand, “a stone as a wake wood, a cave as an offering table, try it out.”

As luck would have it, we had only just come in when those things jumped out again, their arms raised high and rocks in their hands, about ready to smash.

Chen Jiansheng’s eyes widened in anger. .??…

“Snap! Pop!” He struck the wall twice in quick succession with the stone.

Just hear him read aloud.

“A piece of waking wood is divided into six parts, from the king down to his ministers; a piece of the king governs all the officials, and a piece of the officials governs all the people!”

His tone quickened and intensified as he continued to read.

“Monks a piece to speak of Buddhism, celestial masters a piece to speak of ghosts and gods, a piece of waking wood to walk the world, to speak of gods and ghosts and the world!”

The words, which sounded like some type of incantation, just went with my ears, and accompanied by the fall of the wake wood, which was replaced by a stone, I felt my brain fill with blood and my whole body freeze.

Those mandrills in front of him, holding up the stone without moving, were similarly dazed.

“Hurry up! Get out of here!” Chen Jian Sheng loudly urged Sister Hong and I, his voice was like an enlightenment.

After reacting, I held my injured arm and looked at Sister Hong.

Sister Hong’s face was cold as she glanced at Chen Jiansheng and said one word.

“Go.”

Just like that, the two of us walked our way through the middle of these mandrills, and all of these things stared at Chen Jiansheng in a daze, not attacking Sister Hong and me.

Passing through the group of mandrills, only Chen Jiansheng’s loud laughter could be heard from behind him.

“Haha, all of you, young and old, today, let’s not talk about the Three Kingdoms Acting

Righteousness, today, let’s not talk about Liaozhai Fengshen, today, let’s talk about a game.

“Wu Sung fights the tiger!”

“Say, there’s a cookie seller in Qinghe County.”

The farther Sister Hong and I walked, the more Chen Jiansheng’s voice behind us became smaller and smaller, and in the end, when we were out of the cave, we could no longer hear his voice.

In the grave robbing business, the descendants of the Southern and Northern factions don’t deal with each other, and the old grudge is already deep, but I never thought that in the end, it was him who saved us.

Looking back now, I still haven’t figured out exactly how said ghost book works, but I’ve probably guessed some of it.

This method is similar to hypnosis, just like those professional and profound hypnotists in modern times, who can lull you to sleep by reading a household story in front of you. It’s like when you were a child and your mother held you in her arms and read a fairy tale to lull you to sleep, and you fell asleep while listening to it.

These strange and obscene skills, if they are not passed down from the door.

Unspeakable, unspoken.

After coming out, Sister Hong and I waited outside for half an hour, and Chen Jiansheng didn’t come out.

Sister Hong took a deep look at the cave and didn’t speak or wait any longer. She helped me to leave.

The scene before us was a large slope with no path and overgrown with weeds.

After taking a good look at the terrain here, I figured out one thing. This huge dungeon structure, divided into upper and lower levels, was shaped like a diagonally placed hourglass funnel, and the place we were in now was on the connecting line in the middle of the funnel.

One stands at the bottom of the slope and looks upwards as far as the eye can see.

Sister Hong helped hold my arm and began to climb up the slope one step at a time.

The grass wasn’t very tall, and there was some dew on the road, which wet our pant legs and basically our shoes.

After half an hour of climbing down the slope, a light fog developed ahead of us.

Gas, all of a sudden, everything around you look more than two points of illusion, as if in a dream world.

“Take a rest Yunfeng,” Sister Hong helped me sit on the turf. Like climbing the mountain, I did get a little tired.