Chapter 53: What Kind of Hobby Is This?

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Bailu intended to reach out and help, but Pei Hexuan stopped her. “With so many men here, there’s no need for women to get involved. You and Zhouzhou rest on the side.”

“Sister, are you sure there’s something here? We’ve been digging almost a meter deep already,” Pei Yanlin said, looking up at Bai Qianzhou after quite some time with no results.

“Keep digging,” Bai Qianzhou replied without elaboration, simply instructing them to continue.

Though Pei Yanlin doubted whether anything was actually there, he obediently resumed digging at Bai Qianzhou’s command.

“Looks like we’ve hit something,” Pei Yanhui’s shovel gently struck the damp earth, producing a low, hollow sound.

“That’s enough digging. Don’t touch it,” Bai Qianzhou warned promptly upon seeing a thick surge of ominous energy rising from the pit.

Pei Hexuan bent down, about to reach out, but stopped immediately at Bai Qianzhou’s caution, his expression shifting slightly.

The sinister aura growing stronger from the hole made Bai Qianzhou quickly order everyone to step back, her gaze filled with resolute calm.

She moved forward gracefully, bending down to carefully clear away the remaining soil with her own hands.

As she unearthed it cautiously, a yellow cloth bundle gradually emerged. Pei Yanlin and the others felt a chilling cold sweep over them, like piercing icy wind that sent shivers down their spines.

“What exactly is inside?” Pei Yanlin tiptoed, curiosity burning as he craned his neck, eager to uncover the bundle’s secret.

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However, the cloth was tightly wrapped, with intricate patterns woven into it, obscuring any view of the contents.

Bai Qianzhou first affixed a talisman onto the bundle. As the talisman burned, a dense black mist suddenly billowed forth, like a demon breaking free from the depths of darkness, surging towards the group. The surrounding air seemed to drop in temperature sharply.

With the black mist came a nauseating stench, as if a rotting corpse were silently fermenting under a blistering sun. The pungent odor instantly filled their nostrils.

Pei Yanlin and the others turned pale, their expressions dazed as if breathing itself had become difficult.

“Why don’t you all move further away?” Bai Qianzhou herself was struggling with the smell.

Turning around, she found Pei Yanlin and the others nearly vomiting, yet still standing too close. What kind of habit was this?

“Ugh—”

“Yuck—”

Pei Yanlin and Pei Yanhui had tried to hold it in, but at Bai Qianzhou’s remark, they rushed aside retching uncontrollably. Bailu even vomited outright.

Pei Hexuan stood beside Bailu, supporting her and gently patting her back to ease her discomfort.

Bai Qianzhou raised an eyebrow at them, then bent down and opened the yellow cloth bundle.

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“What are these?” Pei Hexuan grimaced, suppressing his nausea, frowning as unease flickered through his mind at the sight inside.

A cluster of slender bones lay quietly within the cloth, alongside a pitch-black statue, seemingly coated with something that evoked dread.

“Snake bones, and a statue of the Azure Dragon,” Bai Qianzhou said slowly as she examined the items.

“Snake?” Pei Yanlin instinctively stepped back, a wave of apprehension rising within him.

“This site faces east, so the burial is of the Azure Dragon. The other points must correspond to the White Tiger of the west, the Vermilion Bird of the south, and the Black Tortoise of the north. Keep digging.”

Bai Qianzhou muttered under her breath, her brows knitting tighter as she led everyone toward the other directions to excavate the remaining points.

After a long period of labor, four cloth bundles were laid out before the group.