Qianxun's Tomb

I was squatting in front of the stall in the Bronze Ghost Market. As soon as my fingertips touched the bloody jade slip, a cold air suddenly hit me on the back of my neck. "Don't move." The cold metal pressed against the spine, with the dull texture unique to the silencer. "Put the things down and turn around slowly." From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the surrounding stalls disappearing strangely, and blood-colored mist rising from the bluestone road. I pretended to be scared and trembled, and quietly touched the belt buckle at my waist with my left hand - there were three bone-penetrating nails tempered with black dog blood hidden there. "Brother, I have something to say..." I turned around with a trembling voice, and suddenly raised a handful of cinnabar in my right hand. The moment the red mist exploded, he raised his leg and kicked the opponent's knee, but the kick missed. The moonlight pierced the blood mist and revealed a girl wearing a dark robe. She held my bone-piercing nail between her two fingers, and the peach wood sword spike swayed into an afterimage in the night wind. I saw clearly the copper compass hanging on her waist, and my pupils shrank suddenly - there were seven Mermaid tears embedded in the position of the Big Dipper on the disk. "People from Maoshan Tianji Pavilion?" I took half a step back, and my back hit a green brick wall that appeared at an unknown time. Dense mantras suddenly appeared on the wall, and the cinnabar writing seemed to come alive. The girl threw out a stack of yellow talismans, and the talisman formed a Bagua formation in the air. "You have been hit by a transformation spell. This ghost market is a trap set by the owner of the tomb." She picked up the jade slip in my hand with the tip of her sword. "If you don't want to be turned into a corpse puppet, just follow me to break the formation." The jade slip suddenly erupted with dazzling green light, and the stone slabs beneath our feet collapsed. The moment the feeling of weightlessness hit me, I grabbed the girl's wrist, and in her frightened and angry eyes, I caught a glimpse of the flower tattoo on her collarbone. The fall seemed to last for a long time