Tomb Raider: The man is in the Nine Gates, but the system insists it's the Primordial Era.

"Strange, I heard from my men that they saw a ghost in broad daylight today. Lieutenant, how come none of us saw anything?"

The soldier in the khaki uniform pushed up his cap and asked his adjutant in front of him curiously.

The adjutant, named Zhang Rishan, rolled his eyes at the other man: "If you ask such childish questions again, we'll have them throw you into the river to bathe in a bit."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The soldiers present burst into laughter.

After the laughter subsided.

Everyone looked up at the window on the second floor of the courtyard, where the light was still on, and it was unclear what important business was being handled.

Qiongqi is an ominous sign.

Soldiers who have fought on the battlefield for many years naturally possess a fierce aura that makes even ghosts and gods flee in terror.

Furthermore, with their master bearing the ferocious beast Qiongqi tattooed on his back, what kind of ghost would dare to approach them?

It's just that ordinary people outside suffer.

Those who are lucky will have nothing to do.

When your luck is so bad that you see ghosts, then you're doomed.

Zhang Rishan, the adjutant who was disciplining Xiao Jun in the courtyard, suppressed his smile and put on a serious face: "After the bodies of those who died violently at night are discovered these past few days, remember to notify the people in the morgue. Do not mention a word about ghosts. Just say to the outside world that they died by accident. Listen carefully."

"Yes!" The soldiers surnamed Zhang knew that this matter was extraordinary, so they all suppressed their smiles and nodded vigorously.

boom!

The sound of a heavy object hitting the floor came from the second-floor office.

The people in the courtyard immediately controlled their breathing, fearing that they might be angered by the man upstairs whose body was filled with malevolent energy.

"Who on earth set this up! Using such underhanded tactics! Do they really think I, Zhang Qishan, am easy to bully?!"

"Someone, go and fetch Lao Ba! Good! Very good! Trying to pull this underhanded trick on me! Don't let me find out who's behind it!"

"Hurry up and go!"

"Yes, it's Buddha."

"..."

The sound of footsteps echoed from the second-floor stairwell down to the first floor.

In the courtyard, seeing his companion descending from the second floor with a grim expression, the adjutant Zhang Rishan took a deep breath and asked, "Is Master still unable to control his emotions?"

The visitor sighed: "The higher-ups have repeatedly emphasized that such feudal and superstitious things are not allowed, but this matter has fallen on the shoulders of the Buddha. If it is handled well, the Buddha will be blameless; if it is handled poorly, it will all be the Buddha's responsibility. I have long said that this official position is not easy to hold. Sigh."

"We brothers have been officials for so long, how could it be easy or difficult? Aren't we protected by the Buddha in the treacherous world of officialdom? What are we afraid of? Just follow orders. Go."

The adjutant patted the man on the shoulder and shook his head.

……

The residence of the sixth-ranked member of the Nine Gates, Black Back.

As night fell, everyone in the house instinctively shut their mouths and tried their best to keep their eyes from looking in the direction of the master bedroom where they had been locked inside.

Crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch~

The eerie grinding sound, which made one feel as if they were being sledded on ice, continued to echo in the bedroom where Blackback Sixth Brother was.

The bedroom doors and windows were covered with yellow paper talismans with red strokes, and red ropes were hung on them. A Bagua mirror was hanging high in front of the door.

"Sixth Master, is Sixth Master alright?"

"It should be fine. Didn't we invite Eighth Master over to make the arrangements?"

"Eighth Master said that these past few days we members of the Nine Gates should try to minimize going out at night, saying it's a once-in-a-century Yin-evil day. What does that have to do with Sixth Master? Why does Sixth Master's room feel so eerie?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

"Hopefully, Sixth Master can pull through this ordeal. Sigh."

"..."

……

Sappanwood, sappanwood, sappanwood...

Su Mu, who had fallen asleep from exhaustion after a long day of walking, was awakened by the familiar voice of a girl in his dream.

When he woke up, he saw that the vanguard team had regrouped and was waiting for him to wake up so they could continue their journey.

In the mountains and forests, not only is there a huge temperature difference between day and night, but also some inexplicable things always seem to come at night.

However, the occasional rumble of thunder at dusk prevented the entire team from setting up camp and resting by the roadside or in the jungle.

Anyone with basic knowledge of wilderness survival knows that if someone gets caught in the rain and there is no place to keep warm, it is easy for someone in the group to fall ill or even die.

"There seem to be houses halfway up the mountain, with lights on. They look quite large, probably able to accommodate around a hundred people. Let's go down and check it out first."

The leader of the Unloading Ridge disciples lit torches and stood on a high place to look at the foot of the mountain ahead. They inadvertently discovered the firelight on the mountainside.

"Let's go, Little Fairy Su."

The leader of the Unloading Ridge disciples smiled, though it was a joke, there was no hint of contempt or mockery in his expression.

As the vanguard of the large group behind them, they all knew that Su Mu actually possessed the strange ability to summon wind and rain.

"Um."

Su Mu nodded, still unable to forget Huo Xian'er's voice calling his name in his dream.

Logically speaking, after consuming the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill, he should no longer have dreams.

Since you had a dream, it must mean you encountered something unusual.

However, at this time he was already twenty or thirty miles away from Changsheng Mountain, not to mention the commotion in Changsha City, which was even further away.

"I suddenly remembered a story, let me tell you about it."

The disciples of the Unloading Ridge Sect, carrying torches, walked along, chatting and laughing with the crowd.

"When walking at night, if someone calls your name, never turn around. The elders say that if you turn around, the fire on your shoulder, one of the three fires on your body, will be extinguished, and evil spirits will get close to you."

The bearded man grinned and said, "I've heard this story to death. Let me tell you a new one. The version I overheard was that when you encounter a ghost, you should never speak, and especially not mention anyone's name."

The reason it doesn't speak is that ghosts can't distinguish whether it's in the underworld or the world of the living. If you don't speak human language, it will think you're a ghost.

Calling out other people's names means that by calling out that person's name, the ghost finds an entrance, allowing it to follow the name that person holds dear, dart into that person's life, and torment them...

Do ghosts really exist in this world?

Su Mu listened to the ghost stories everyone was talking about, and for a moment he was a little confused.

He looked around at the even darker surroundings, where, apart from the dense jungle and rocks, there were only a few traces of forest animals.

Where are the ghosts?

What Su Mu didn't know was...

Under normal circumstances, if a person's lifespan has not ended and their luck is at its peak, even if they end up in a ghostly place, the evil spirits will not be able to harm them.

Not to mention, Su Mu, who had swallowed the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill, was now seen by those strange creatures as a human form of an extremely yang being with three flowers on his head and his body filled with yang energy forming a dazzling pillar of light.

"We're almost at the Old Bear Ridge mortuary, but we still haven't seen any Miao villages nearby. Does that boy really need to travel this far just to sell supplies in Changsheng Mountain...?"

Looking at the mortuary on the mountainside, Su Mu thought of the matter of "the foundation of witchcraft" again.

He didn't care about these mysterious and supernatural things as long as they didn't harm him, but it was different for those with the bloodline of the witch clan.

That was an ancient shaman in mythology, whose punch could shatter mountains and rivers.