1280 beaded pendants

conditioner blanket from inside the car and wrap it around me. He then placed his hand on my still flat stomach."It's nothing... I was thinking... there are vendors selling things at the Ghost Market,..."What would happen if you stayed there too long" My brother was becoming increasingly curious.

In the humble Zhou family of this remote mountain village, a "treasure" is guarded at all costs, even sacrificing human lives. This is surprising considering that their relative, Shen's aunt by marriage, has always been discreet and low-key.

My brother is now a cultural businessman, antique expert, auction house owner, and member of various "cultural protection associations." He has so many titles that they wouldn't all fit on one business card.

When he heard the words "baby", his eyes shone brighter than the moon in the sky.

"Stay here too long, and you'll become like him..." Zhou Lao Yao looked down at the "person" lying on the ground with a sinister gaze.

My brother was about to retort when a gust of wind swept in, carrying withered leaves.

Zhou Lao Yao trembled all over, frightened and ran back: "Don't risk your lives out of curiosity, don't blame me for not warning you, leave quickly!"

He ran out of this withered leaf forest, probably to hurriedly drag the coffin into the mountains.

I glanced back to see Jiang Qiyun appear gracefully. His gust of dark wind scared Zhou Laoyao away.

"...This mountain feels off, follow that old man." Jiang Qiyun ordered.

"Huh What about you" I quickly asked.

“There are no mountain gods or land deities here, so I can just perform a binding curse to keep the minor spirits in check… This mountain is sheltered from the south and bathed in sunlight. Those ghosts and goblins only linger at the foot of the mountain, deceiving people. They wouldn't dare to climb up. I’ll go take a look at the local temple.”

He faded away, but didn't forget to glare coldly at me and say, "Mu Xiaoqiao, don't run around aimlessly. Be careful."

Well, this little thing isn't worth troubling Your Majesty about.

My brother and I can still catch up to that old man.

I caught up to Old Zhou's coffin as he was resting. The lid...was pushed open!

"Damn! Where's the body!" My brother walked up and circled the coffin.

The new coffin emitted the scent of wood. Inside, Auntie's body was gone.

"Generally, people are nailed into the coffin before burial. Did Zhou Laoyao give up carrying the coffin and just carry the body up the mountain" My brother squatted down to examine the footprints.

Here, the ground is covered with dead branches and fallen leaves. Logically, with so many leaves accumulating year after year, they should form a rotten, damp "puddle." One step down would be mud.

But the ground here is very dry, and every step you take crushes the fallen leaves, making your trail easily identifiable.

"Come on, let's go after him. That old guy's gone crazy." My brother urged.

There were three yellow talismans stuck on the top of the coffin, which I've always been curious about.

I carefully tore three yellow papers, stacked them up, and put them in the pocket of my windbreaker. I followed my brother up the mountain to chase someone.

》》》

After the man and woman got married, they were completely different people.

After marriage, women are incredibly preoccupied, focusing all their energy on their children and neglecting their own well-being. This leads to a decline in both physical stamina and reaction abilities.

After men get married, with a new "wife" to take care of them, they either become lazy and lack ambition or, like my brother, they become even more energetic with a supportive wife.

This mountain is really big, there isn't even a proper path up. We chased it halfway up the mountain and my brother slapped his forehead and said, "Darn it, I forgot about that wild man from before!"

"What are we going to do!"

"... I can't even bother with that now, I'll go untie him when I'm done!"

Following the shadow to its reverse side, the moonlight here weakened, and Zhou Lao Yao also disappeared.

"It's impossible for it to just disappear... Old Zhou's ancestral graves must be nearby." My brother snorted coldly: "This youngest Zhou is so crazy, he probably doesn't know what he's guarding! I think it's not some legitimate treasure."

"Master Mu, is the priority now the baby" I said helplessly, "Uncle can't rest in peace, and I just can't bear it..."

"You cultivators are all softhearted..." My brother suddenly raised his finger.

I also noticed that.

A faint, distinctive musty air, peculiar to tombs, wafted in and out.

Why we, as siblings, could sense the aura of this tomb.

It all starts with our great-grandfather.

Mu family, tomb family.

The "basement" of our ancestral home now is an ancient royal tomb that was hollowed out during the old times. My grandfather even built a tomb within a tomb, preparing for his final resting place in the future.

However, my grandfather hasn't passed away yet. He is still in the tomb, using a soul artifact to sustain my grandmother's ghost.

We've been in and out of that "cellar" many times, so we're quite familiar with the smell of this damp earth.

Knowing that Jiang Qiyun was nearby, my brother became more confident.

He pulled a copper amulet out from his neck and held it in his mouth, then drew out the Kunlun Sword from his backpack — this was my great-grandfather’s prized possession buried at the bottom of his coffin.

The sword is adorned with perfectly preserved "Five Emperor Coins." Unlike ordinary small Five Emperor Coin swords used for warding off evil and misfortune, this sword was also used to subdue demons and monsters.

No matter what officials Zhou's ancestors were, relying on the power of a family couldn't open mountains to make tombs. We soon followed the scent to a natural cave hidden by vines.

This cave is small, but not dark at all.

"...there were translucent cave vents," My brother, without a word, squeezed through.

"Mu Xiaoye, you should at least show some respect..." I muttered.

I followed, parting the vines, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through my finger —

"Ouch... this vine has thorns, it pricked me." I squeezed.

"You're a mom now and you're still so delicate. Your husband must treat you well! Looks like I should study some bedroom techniques too..." my brother chimed in.

I gave him a withering look and shoved my hands into my pockets.

But I forgot.

I had forgotten there were three strange yellow papers folded in my pocket...Sheng." The name sounds funny, so it stuck with me.At that time, I also thought, it turns out that I'm not the only young person, some families also have younger generations taking over.Therefore, wh...