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

When Su Mu saw someone about to test their weapon by striking a nearby boulder, he couldn't help but rub his forehead and remind them, "A spell is just a breath; once it's used, it's gone. The more solid the object, the faster the spell dissipates."

"I don't have time to treat spells like toys and let you test their effects one by one. If anyone else does this, don't come to me for spellcasting."

After being reminded by Su Mu, the man, who was clearly not in the best of his mind, withdrew his sword stance and scratched his head awkwardly, saying, "Sorry, Master Su."

"You stupid idiot, if you do it again, just leave us. You still want to follow us and Master Su? Go eat shit!" The bearded uncle spoke up, not holding back his words in defending Su Mu.

The man who was tapped on the head by the bearded man blushed and quickly lowered his head.

"Unfortunately, we still haven't found the paper, pen, or other materials for drawing talismans."

Su Mu sighed.

He tried the effects of the 'elixir'.

He also tried the effects of the "spell".

'Scriptures' are one example, as are 'temples'.

At this moment, he also possessed another strange ability, but he had not yet found a suitable way to use it.

The ancient book "Yunji Qiqian" does not record many types of talismans, spells, or alchemy methods.

The strength of this book lies in its diverse content, which is not entirely about methods and approaches to spiritual practice.

Then, not far away, lies the "Blessed Land of the Cave Heaven: Treasure Bottle Swallowing the Dragon".

Su Mu looked up at the direction illuminated by the clouds breaking through overhead.

The light emanating from the mountain pass facing the sky on Ping'er Mountain was a thick, golden hue, but unlike the dazzling sunlight of that time, it seemed to be imbued with some mysterious power.

The group continued walking forward.

Su Mu, who was walking behind the bearded man, raised his hand again and drew something in the air behind the bearded man, while muttering something to himself.

"What is this again?" The old foreigner asked curiously, leaning closer.

After Su Mu finished casting the spell, he explained, "The Golden Light Protective Spell can block one fatal injury."

"Why didn't you use it on everyone this time?" The old foreigner blinked, full of anticipation.

Su Mu remained silent.

Partridge Whistle nudged the old foreigner's shoulder: "You talk too much. Let's go."

"Senior brother, senior brother, I was just curious, what's the reason? Is this spell too mentally taxing? He seems to be under no pressure at all."

The old foreigner couldn't stop asking questions.

Partridge Whistle glanced at Su Mu walking behind and whispered, "If you had this ability, would you cast such a spell on Chen Yulou?"

Without a second thought, the old foreigner blurted out, "That's definitely for the senior brothers and sisters! Who cares about the others? Hahaha!"

Partridge Whistle remained silent, having already subtly instructed his junior brother.

After a smile, the old foreigner realized what was going on and understood the deeper meaning behind Partridge Whistle's words.

Apart from the bearded uncle, the other people who were also from Changsha were just "fellow townsmen" to Su Mu.

Faced with the prospect of personal gain or the threat of death, these people would not hesitate to push Su Mu out.

Even that bearded uncle might be no exception.

All Su Mu did was to put his mind at ease, to feel that the uncle had treated him well.

"Oh ho, the three of us have some too?"

The old foreigner smiled broadly, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Su Mu was also making hand seals behind the three of them, chanting the same incantation he had used on the bearded uncle earlier.

Partridge Whistle's usually stern face revealed a slight smile at this moment.

It was obvious that Su Mu also regarded the three of them as his own people, companions whom he would protect at all costs.

……

Changsha City.

This was the day after the freight train loaded with corpses arrived at Xiaowumen Station in Changsha.

It was also the second day of the seven-day "vengeful spirits disturbing the city" event that Qi Tiezui, the Eighth Master of the Old Nine Gates, had learned through divination.

Qi Tiezui said that the strange occurrence would most likely disappear after seven days.

The prerequisite is that one must strictly follow his method, acting as a sorcerer for seven consecutive days and setting up a Zhong Kui ghost-catching stage for seven days.

After experiencing a night of strange and eerie events, the people of the city were filled with unease.

However, once daylight broke through the darkness and brought forth a faint glow, the strange occurrences decreased considerably.

However, some people still see vengeful spirits hiding somewhere in quiet, deserted places, with their eerie, scarlet eyes.

Inside the Hongjia Pear Orchard.

The opera performers, exhausted from a long night's work, dragged themselves inside, washed up, and went to their respective resting places.

Their previous leader had extremely strict rules, and even after the new leader took over, things remained the same.

"Master, according to the report from those who returned, no one broke the rules last night."

Chen Pi, who ran over to report the news, had his eyes on Er Yuehong, who was wiping the statue of Huaguang Patriarch backstage.

Chen Pi was not surprised by the rumors circulating that Er Yuehong had become so engrossed in the play that he had developed a woman's heart despite his masculine appearance.

His master, Er Yuehong, once told him this.

If Er Yuehong had been born with a strong physique.

Then, the father would make him sing the opera of the Overlord.

However, he was always in poor health and could not grow up to look like a king. Instead, he became a specialist in playing Yu Ji in king-themed dramas.

Er Yuehong is a famous opera singer from Hunan.

They paid a heavy price to achieve this goal.

Her delicate figure, gentle voice, and girlish mannerisms are all flaws left over from years of performing in operas.

But in fact, his master was not a woman at all at heart.

While Chen Pi was lost in thought, Er Yuehong had already finished wiping the statue of Master Huaguang.

Er Yuehong nodded slightly: "With the protection of the patriarch, nothing strange or eerie will happen in the Pear Garden. Tell the brothers to be careful at night. Those who performed on stage these past few nights will be paid the same as those who performed on holidays. Have they all returned unharmed?"

Chen Pi did the math: "It should be about right..."

Er Yuehong turned his head, his phoenix eyes exuding an inexplicable air of majesty.

Seeing the other person's appearance, Chen Pi subconsciously swallowed: "I'll go check again right away! They should all be back! They're just all too tired; some went to rest without saying goodbye! I'll go see if they've all returned!"

Chen Pi's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. He turned and ran away.

On the surface, the Hong family appears to be a friendly and approachable place associated with opera and pear blossoms, but those in the know are also aware that the Hong family is an organization whose tomb raiding skills are unparalleled in the region.

They even dare to enter eerie, dead people's graves, so why would anyone question whether they would dare to hurt or kill someone?

……

"No, I can't take this, no, no."

Inside the Huo family's basement, Huo Xian'er's delicate eyebrows twitched, showing extreme resistance to the coffin containing the corpse placed not far away.

The coffin had been broken open, and the nauseating stench emanating from the corpse inside filled the entire basement.

"vomit--"

This wasn't the first time Huo Xian'er had vomited today.