newbobooks Chapter 366 Funeral Procession
Chapter 366 Funeral Procession
The mist in the forest had not yet dissipated, and the bamboo-patterned waist badge of the Cangsheng League for missions was faintly visible between everyone's sleeves. Yu Shuoyang stepped on rotten leaves and jumped onto the bluestone. The amber morning light penetrated the treetops and shattered into gold foil on his shoulders. The black jade photo stone in his palm emitted a faint cold light.
"Yu Shuoyang! You don't need Senior Brother Lu's photo stone!" Wang Yanzhi chased after Yu Shuoyang. He knew that this man did it on purpose, but he could do nothing about it and gritted his teeth.
He chased so hard that the golden hair crown was crooked and his black suit was covered with grass debris. The once proud and arrogant young master now looked like a feather-ruffled bird.
"I won't give it to you even if you throw it away and feed it to the chickens~"
Yu Shuoyang threw the photo stone higher with his backhand, and as he watched the other party stagger when he missed his target, a clear laugh escaped from his throat.
Where had he ever seen Wang Yanzhi, who always loved to go against him, "beg" him like this? His heart felt as cool as if he had drunk Lei Bi, so he did not miss this opportunity.
"Yu Shuoyang!"
There was a hint of shame and anger in the young man's clear voice. He tiptoed to reach the jade, but the moment he touched it, Yu Shuoyang suddenly raised his wrist and deflected it.
Yu Shuoyang looked at the figure who suddenly squatted on the ground and huddled up into a ball, with his dark blue eyelashes casting a cunning shadow under his eyes. Seeing Wang Yanzhi's face flushed, he wondered what the other party would say and how to fight back, but he heard...
"...just treat it like feeding a chicken, cluck, cluck, cluck."
Yu Shuoyang: "Puchi... Young Master, where is your dignity?"
Is this a sign of surrender? He looked at the young master who was condescending to imitate the crowing of a rooster, and suddenly felt that this scene was much more interesting than the one in the photo stone. He held back his laughter and poked the other person's waist with his scabbard, which in turn earned him a hidden glare from someone who believed that "a man under a roof has to bow his head".
"Okay, stop playing around, it's childish."
The black hem of the robe brushed across the moss, and Zhang Miao snatched the image stone away. The cold iron wrist guard hit Yu Shuoyang's wrist bone, causing a series of tiny golden sounds.
Zhang Miao had a calm face, took the photo stone from Yu Shuoyang's hand and threw it to Wang Yanzhi casually - he pissed him off and started a quarrel again. He was obviously going to give it to him, but he had to make trouble for it. How despicable.
"Captain is still the best!"
Wang Yanzhi hurriedly caught the treasure with a bright smile, and clenched the photo stone tightly. He immediately turned his face and made a face at Yu Shuoyang, which made someone with bad intentions raise his eyebrows and rush over a few steps. Wang Yanzhi thought that the other party was going to snatch it, so he hid backwards in fear, and his hairband was almost caught by the horizontal branches, but Yu Shuoyang only laughed and pounded the tree.
"Hahahaha! Stop trying to bully others if you're so timid."
"Yu Shuoyang!"
Ignoring the bickering couple, Yan Zhou's eyes swept over the usually honest Fu Xiangxing, and finally stopped on Yan Zhou.
Yan Zhou didn't know if it was due to his personality or some past experience, but after getting along with him for a while, he found that Yan Zhou didn't care about his life or death, and he looked at things in a way that was detached from everyone else. As a poison doctor, he would even use himself to test the drugs sometimes.
Zhang Miao felt that as the team leader, it was necessary for him to supervise the conditions of his teammates and stop their dangerous behavior.
"Yan Zhou, whether during a mission or in normal times, do not test the drug on yourself, and do not use it on your own people."
"The latter is easy to deal with, but I can't do it myself?! Nothing will happen, I know my limits." Yan Zhou's squinting eyes seemed to have narrowed.
"This is not good for your health."
"I know it well."
"I'm the captain."
"It's none of your business."
"I'm the captain."
"What happened to the captain? It's none of your business!"
"I'm the captain."
"Is this all you know how to say?"
"I'm the captain."
He stared at Zhang Miao's calm face for a long while, and suddenly said in a discouraged tone: "Okay! You are the captain, I will listen to you! Okay!"
Zhang Miao nodded: This makes sense.
Fu Xiangxing smiled and said, "It's great to be young~"
Before this relaxed atmosphere could last long, the dusk suddenly darkened an inch, reflecting the milky white mist swirling in the forest.
The fog came strangely, like millions of pieces of wet white silk moving along the ground, swallowing up everyone's ankles in a blink of an eye.
"Everyone be careful." Zhang Miao's sword tassel moved without wind, and before the lingering sound had dissipated, a thin suona sound came from the distance, like a silver needle soaked in ice water, slowly piercing into the back of the neck along the spine.
The birds that were chirping in the woods fell silent, and a slight rustling sound was heard in the pile of rotten leaves, as if countless insects were fleeing in panic.
Yan Zhou stuffed the poison sac into his sleeve pocket. As the mournful sound of the suona pierced through the mist, he squinted and watched the pale outlines emerging from the mist - eight paper-like mourners floated over on tiptoe, and the coffin bearers all had their faces covered with linen, and the exposed skin was a blue-gray color like corpse spots.
The two boys in the front stood on tiptoe, their paper-like blush turned into two blood-red spots in the mist, they were not wearing any shoes under their snow-white mourning clothes, their purple toes stepped on rotten leaves as if they were stepping on lotus flowers, there was a yellow talisman on the vermilion lacquered coffin, the talisman looked serious but the content was a mess.
"It's exactly the same as what the people reported. There's a suona coming from the forest... It looks like there really are ghosts." Wang Yanzhi clutched the image stone and moved closer to Yu Shuoyang. "I was actually relieved. It wasn't the demons causing trouble."
It was because of doubts about this matter and concerns that it was the work of the demons that this task was assigned to the Cangsheng Alliance instead of asking the major sects to handle it directly.
"Hush, you're still mumbling at this hour."
Yu Shuoyang rarely restrained his playful expression. When the coffin passed by, he saw black water seeping out of the gaps between the mortise and tenon joints. The neck of the person carrying the coffin was twisted towards the sky at a strange angle, and there was a cinnabar mole on his Adam's apple.
Zhang Miao picked up the talisman paper with the tip of his sword and threw it towards the mist, but the yellow talisman spontaneously combusted into ashes the moment it touched the coffin: "It's not an illusion."
No one acted rashly.
Those round paper money with square holes seemed to be pulled by invisible silk threads, swirling around and avoiding the corners of people's clothes, and all fell on the vermilion lacquer patterns on the nanmu coffin. There were bronze animal masks on the four corners of the coffin lid, and faded red silk was wrapped around the fangs.
He didn't react to the crowd, as if he was simply passing through to attend a funeral.
However, Zhang Miao did not pass by easily. He looked at the team carefully... It didn't seem like they were just ghosts passing through. Something was not right - was it possible that this team was the work of humans?
"You boys, stand back!"
Yu Shuoyang was about to swing his sword to help when he suddenly heard a sound of breaking air above his head. A red figure flew down on the golden ginkgo leaves, and two Emei spears drew arcs of light like a cold moon in the mist.
The man touched the tip of his toes on the animal head of the coffin to leverage his strength to turn over. The moment the silver chain wrapped around the boy's neck, the sharp blade had already pierced through the paper man's brow.
The woman was spinning and landing on a horizontal branch. The mottled light and shadow outlined her tall figure. The cuffs of her red tights were tied with black iron wrist guards, and the red agate beads hanging from the silver hairpin in her hair were still swaying slightly. The most eye-catching thing was the light scar at the corner of her left eye, which looked like a pattern on white jade. Instead of looking hideous, it added a bit of heroic spirit.