Clap clap!
The sound of car doors opening came one after another, and a total of eleven figures stepped down from the vehicles.
If Chen Xuan were here, besides Zhong Qing and the others, he would recognize one familiar face — Ghost Smoke Pang Ling, who was also one of the team captains leading this mission.
Another figure was a man in his thirties, thin and gaunt, with a sallow complexion. He kept coughing as he walked, holding a black handkerchief in his hand, occasionally coughing up blood.
This man was another captain-Tier Ghost Tamer, codename "Consumptive Ghost" Xue Qian. That was only his previous codename; now he had already controlled a second Malevolent Ghost. No one knew his exact abilities.
Cough cough, Xue Qian coughed heavily, feeling somewhat out of breath.
"This rotten place, it's obviously not a good spot!"
"I don't get why that reckless Qin Long charged in like that."
"Heh, you just said he's reckless — what else could you expect?"
Pang Ling chuckled, a cigar clenched between her red lips.
"Surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only one exit. Be careful and get ready to move out!"
Cough cough, Xue Qian said, "Everyone be cautious. Don't randomly use any Malevolent Ghost powers. We're here to find someone, not to imprison anyone."
The other nine naturally followed the two captains' orders, packed up their gear, and started toward Fengmen Village.
After a few minutes, they stepped into this old, rundown village.
Around them were all dilapidated thatched huts, scattered disorderly with no apparent pattern, and a few sparse houses here and there.
But when everyone entered, they noticed the village was shrouded in a faint layer of smoke or dust.
No, more precisely, it was a haze.
"Fog haze here, this far out?" Cao Feng looked around at the drifting smoke, puzzled.
"Maybe it's just dust."
Captain Zhong glanced around. "The terrain here traps the wind, and the surrounding hills have little vegetation. The soil is loose, so this kind of thing isn't surprising."
"Look quickly, it seems like there's someone there."
Suddenly, someone shouted. Everyone turned to look and saw an elderly man sitting at the entrance of a three-room thatched hut not far away.
The Elderly Man wore a vintage hair ornament, looking quite old. He held a long pipe, puffing away noisily, and blue smoke rings floated out of his mouth.
Seeing them approach, the Elderly Man seemed to notice them, opened his eyes slightly, and asked,
"Hey, where are you from?"
"We..."
One team member was about to speak but was stopped by Xue Qian.
Nearby, Pang Ling, holding a cigar, wore tight jeans and a cropped tight shirt that perfectly showed off her exaggerated curves.
Before Xue Qian could say anything, she took the initiative to walk over and stopped about two meters from the Elderly Man.
She leaned forward slightly, hands on her knees, and asked,
"Sir, we're from out of town, looking for someone."
"A tall guy, very dark-skinned, and strong. Have you seen him?"
"A tall, dark-skinned man..."
The Elderly Man tilted his head, thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No, I haven't. Few outsiders come here. Miss, you'd better try somewhere else."
"Thank you! I'll keep looking!"
Pang Ling nodded, then walked back to the group.
Cough cough!
Xue Qian coughed and asked,
"Any luck?"
"There's a problem."
The smile on Pang Ling's face vanished immediately, replaced by a serious expression.
"He's not human."
"What?"
Everyone's faces changed instantly, horrified thoughts flashing through their minds.
Not human? Could it be a ghost?
"Are you sure? Cough cough!"
Xue Qian looked at Pang Ling in surprise and saw the certainty in her eyes.
"Yes."
Pang Ling nodded. "With a figure like mine, he didn't even glance at me once. Definitely not human."
Thud!
Many team members almost fell to the ground hearing that reason.
That was the excuse?
But someone suddenly furrowed their brow. Although the reason sounded absurd, upon closer thought, it made some sense.
As the old saying goes, a man is a wild boy at heart no matter his age, and that wildness controls his behavior.
Even if restrained, there's always the impulse to look.
Yet just now, from start to finish, Pang Ling didn't see a flicker of change in the old man's gaze.
He only looked at her face, showing no abnormality at all.
No abnormality was the biggest abnormality.
"Stop asking. Cough cough, I don't think we'll get any answers here."
Xue Qian shook his head. "Let's check closer to the village first."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
One squad suddenly suggested, "Captain Xue, should we split up to cover more ground?"
"Not yet."
Xue Qian refused. "In this situation, since we haven't found the source of the abnormality, we can't split up recklessly."
"Alright."
"Since no objections, let's move out."
They withdrew their gazes and continued deeper into the village.
The further they went, the more chilling it felt.
Almost every thatched hut had one or more figures busy in front of it.
Seeing Xue Qian and the others, these people all put down their work and simultaneously looked toward them.
But not one spoke — they just stared.
That staring gave people an eerie feeling.
"Wow, what era are these people from? They don't look like they're from the present."
Someone whispered, "Look at their clothes — they seem like styles from ten years ago."
"More than that. Some look like they're from decades ago, and their clothing styles aren't even from the same place."
They murmured quietly as they walked further.
At the center of the village, they saw a huge banyan tree.
The banyan was lush and sprawling, casting a large shadow.
But that wasn't the key point. The key was that under the shade of the tree stood a freshly buried lonely grave.
In front of the grave was a tombstone.
When everyone saw the inscription, they were shocked.
For boldly written on it was, The Tomb of Qin Long.
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