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Chapter 114: Burial Mound, Exploration (2)

The driver, Yang Zhixin, stopped the car at a bus stop. He had wanted to exhort Wang Xuewen’s group not to go wander around the tomb, but seeing the sky turn dark and hearing the cries of the birds around him, the place became even more eerie. Yang Zhixin’s heart pounded. He trembled, then slammed on the gas and ran away.

“Hahaha!” Wang Xuewen and the others laughed rudely and loudly as they watched the driver, Yang Zhixin, run away. They also showed off how brave they were in front of Sun Jiezhen and the other pretty girls. Sure enough, Sun Jiezhen and the others also took the lead, flattering Wang Xuewen and the others until they were floating in the air. They also took the opportunity to show their frail sides, greatly arousing the protective instincts of Wang Xuewen, Si Yinghua and the others.

The mountain road was steep, and on the way, the three girls would stop to rest as they complained of exhaustion from time to time. They stumbled for almost an hour along a road that should have only taken over ten minutes. Just as Qi Hao was about to lose his temper, everyone finally arrived at their destination.

“No, we can’t walk anymore. Let’s take a break. We’ve reached our destination anyway.” Sun Jiezhen supported her waist and panted, and the other two girls echoed her.

Qi Hao didn’t object this time as they had indeed reached their destination. He took off his backpack and wandered around the tomb with his phone, talking to the fans on his livestream from time to time.

“Haozi, stop filming and come eat something,” Jian Chongying shouted in Qi Hao’s direction.

“You guys eat first, I’ll come over later.” Qi Hao wandered around several times, causing the fans on his phone to scream and shout in satisfaction.

Not far away, Wang Xuewen, Si Yinghua and the others had already started a fire. They sat around the fire and chatted animatedly; who knew what they were talking about that made them convulse with laughter.

As Qi Hao approached them, he realized that his backpack was in Si Yinghua’s hands. He opened it as if looking for something, then took out a stack of talismans and handed them to Wang Xuewen and the others one by one.

“Yinghua, you took the wrong one. Why did you give me the fakes?” Wang Xuewen noticed at once that the pattern on the talisman in his hand was quite different, and that it wasn’t a talisman drawn by that Master at all. He pursed his lips and complained discontentedly.

“Huh, that’s true. It’s not the talisman that Brother Zhu stuffed us with, is it?” Si Yinghua recognized it at a closer look and immediately picked out the different pattern. With a disgusted face, he complained to Qi Hao, who was walking over, “Haozi, why haven’t you gotten rid of the stack of waste paper that Brother Zhu stuffed you with? Are you keeping it to burn during Chinese New Year?”

“Yeah, don’t get them mixed up with the real talismans when the time comes.” Jian Chongying repeatedly confirmed that the talisman in his hand was the one drawn by that ‘genuine’ Master. Cradling it in his hand, he grabbed the stack of talismans that was in Si Yinghua’s hand. Without even looking at them, he pretended to throw them directly into the bonfire.

“Hey, hey, don’t throw them!” Qi Hao immediately stepped forward to stop Jian Chongying. “Brother Zhu said he bought it for tens of thousands. It would be a pity to lose them!”

Although Qi Hao didn’t think that these talismans of Brother Bocheng were effective, they were a token of Brother Bocheng’s good intentions at least. It didn’t seem right to just throw them away.

“Haozi, are you serious? You don’t really believe what Brother Zhu said, do you? I think he just spent the money wrongly and didn’t know that he was tricked by that charlatan swindler.” Jian Chongying shook his head speechlessly.

“What charlatan swindler?” Sun Jiezhen beside him asked with a grin.

“Huh, it’s a friend of ours. He has the height, but doesn’t have the brain to match. He spent 70,000 to 80,000 yuan to buy some scraps of paper from a charlatan. He’s always been into these feudal superstitions.” Wang Xuewen waved his hand.

“Haha, he spent 70,000 to 80,000 on this type of rubbish talisman? Your friend is so funny.” Sun Jiezhen couldn’t help but mock, “We have plenty of these types of sly talisman sellers in our area. Even a dollar for one is too expensive.”

“Yeah, we should burn this sort of thing. Throwing it away would just be contaminating the environment,” Jiang Meng also echoed with a sneer.

“Then don’t you also believe in feudal superstitions?” Chen Bing giggled and pointed at the treasured talismans in the hands of Jian Chongying and Wang Xuewen.

“How can that be the same? We asked a genuine Master for this ourselves. He’s really capable and his shop ratings are 100% good,” Wang Xuewen explained. After speaking, Wang Xuewen immediately turned to Qi Hao. “Haozi, throw them away, throw away those fake talismans!”