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Chapter 386 - 352: Grimace

Chapter 386: Chapter 352: Grimace

Jiang Xiao moved as swiftly as the wind, each step steady and quick, as if he feared disturbing the night’s tranquility.

Passing low tombstones, his gaze remained firmly fixed on the path guided by desolate cries.

The target was now within close reach, the intermittent singing concealed countless sorrows, as if mingling with faint, sporadic sobs.

Finally, under a willow tree broken in half, Jiang Xiao spotted a blurry figure.

It was a trembling girl sitting there, her face against the tree trunk, red tears like willow strands falling, her fingertips grazing the ancient wood, leaving behind a series of irregular yet poignant notes.

Hiss!

As soon as he approached, Jiang Xiao felt a bone-chilling force invading his brain...

Fortunately, his mind was abstract.

He maintained his strength, as the breeze brushed against the hill; it couldn’t harm him at all.

The girl seemed unaware of Jiang Xiao’s arrival, perhaps too engulfed in her own whirlpool of emotions to care about others.

Jiang Xiao took a deep breath, feeling less eager to leave the Kaidan and instead a mysterious pity arose.

"Are you... the Ghost Face?"

Jiang Xiao finally spoke, his voice low and encompassing.

The moment the girl opened her eyes, the dim light under the willow softened considerably, her pupils reflecting endless melancholy yet also begging.

That face suddenly caused Jiang Xiao’s thoughts to blur momentarily.

"They... they all don’t believe me, I... I’m not a bad person, I haven’t, haven’t harmed anyone."

The girl’s voice was like a kite with a broken string, yet her pupils seemed somewhat scattered, trembling in the air, those melodies originally meant for singing now leaked sincere pain.

Jiang Xiao nodded gently, sensing the situation might not be as simple as he had thought, gesturing for the girl to say anything she needed.

"Yes, there’s a bad person in the funeral home, I wanted to warn them, but... but they’re all afraid of me, they avoid me, some even want to use a Peach Wood Sword to hurt me."

The girl lamented, the blood at the corners of her eyes accentuating her pale face.

Peach Wood Sword?

Jiang Xiao’s face flushed, then sheepishly put away the Peach Wood Sword he had been pointing at the girl.

"Have you seen that bad person? How is he hiding here?" Jiang Xiao decided to break the silence and directly ask for the truth.

The girl choked up, slowly standing up.

"Since the bad person arrived... after he arrived, many things have changed, he hides where no one can see, he has ways to make people not hear sounds, not see figures."

Jiang Xiao frowned, instantly thinking of that guy whose face he urinated on in the bathroom.

"How should I find him?"

The girl stretched out a trembling finger, pointing towards a seemingly ordinary yet overlooked tombstone in the distance.

The moonlight seemed to deliberately avoid it, making it particularly conspicuous in the night.

"Start there, there’s a secret under that tombstone. I... I also came from there." The girl’s voice gradually grew weaker: "But you must be careful, the Guardian of the tombstone is very powerful, don’t... don’t underestimate him, you must come out before dawn."

Jiang Xiao’s gaze was firm as rock, he nodded.

These eerie tombstones were clearly not there during the day, but at night, they all came out mysteriously; there was definitely something very strange going on.

At that moment, the willow tree swayed alone again, and the girl’s figure gradually faded like fog, leaving only the sorrowful crying drifting in the night breeze towards the distance.

Jiang Xiao turned around, his eyes blazing as he walked toward that solitary tombstone, the fallen leaves creating a slight rustling sound beneath his feet.

For some reason, accompanying the rhythm of his steps, the sound gradually grew deeper, as if preluding a story about to unfold.

The atmosphere in the funeral home was somewhat silent.

The director seemed casually drinking tea, but incessantly drank cup after cup, clearly anxious inside.

The Night Watchman, with his arms crossed, kept gazing at the pitch-black night outside, but the usually indifferent man was frowning deeply.

Bao Lebin, on the other hand, was openly pacing in circles in the hall.

Jiang Xiao finally stood in front of the tombstone that whispered secrets, and as soon as he approached, a chilling breath rushed at him, making him instinctively furrow his brows.

According to the elderly, each tombstone is the deceased’s final resting place, silently guarding the peace of the body and soul.

Looking at the tombstone covered in moss, the inscriptions on it were already blurred beyond recognition.

He reached out to gently brush off the stubborn moss, and under the dim moonlight, a line of nearly indiscernible text finally revealed its true face: "Burial Ground of Truth."

These six simple words struck Jiang Xiao’s heart like a heavy hammer.

His thoughts raced among these words, trying to decipher the hidden meaning behind them.

Finally, he took a deep breath of cold air and carefully felt along the edge of the tombstone with his hand.

After repeated confirmations, he finally discovered an almost negligible small crack on the back of the tombstone.

Taking several deep breaths, he placed his palm on the crack in the tombstone and pushed hard.

An ancient mechanism sounded, and the tombstone slowly moved, revealing a narrow passage downward.

The passage was deep and dark, nearly swallowing all light, but Jiang Xiao, light as a swallow, did not hesitate and directly stepped forward, descending step by step into the underground passage.

After descending about ten meters, Jiang Xiao’s feet finally touched solid ground.

The air here was eerily fishy, causing his body temperature to unconsciously rise, and simultaneously, a foreboding sense of doom began to rise in his heart.

In front of him was a spacious basement, exuding a decayed and ancient aura, and also a familiar fishy smell.

Torches, still burning, were inserted into the walls all around, their flames dancing and reflecting in Jiang Xiao’s pupils.

"Strange, were these torches just lit?"

The seemingly chaotic basement actually held a variety of items:

Abandoned furniture, faded photos, rusty tools, and in one corner, densely packed files.

He walked over, carefully picked up a yellowed file, which was filled with mosaic-like text, but much of it was rendered indecipherable due to the ravages of time.

However, at the edge of the pages, one name after another caught Jiang Xiao’s attention, each accompanied by a date. Jiang Xiao’s heart quivered—could these names and dates be...

Among those photos, one suddenly made him freeze like he’d been electrocuted, for he unexpectedly found a familiar face—a beautiful corpse?

Why would her photo appear beneath a tombstone so far from the funeral home?

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