Chapter 32: Chapter 32 The Traveler Chapter 32: Chapter 32 The Traveler Editor: Atlas Studios On a solitary stormy night, a chill was inevitable amid the loud noises.
Yang Xiaoyun had already opened her eyes early when the fierce wind was howling, Silver Spear in hand, her gaze scanning the surroundings.
Su Mo did not wait for any response, but swept his eyes over the several coffins, then glanced at Yang Xiaoyun.
“It’s not them.”
Yang Xiaoyun whispered.
“If it were them, they definitely wouldn’t make such a preemptive noise.”
As he spoke, he flipped to his feet and slightly cupped his fist, saying:
“My sister and I are merely passing by, sought shelter here at Yizhuang due to the sudden storm.
“Tomorrow morning, as soon as the wind ceases and the rain stops, we will leave immediately and will not impose further.”
While Su Mo talked, Yang Xiaoyun carefully observed the surroundings, ready to react promptly to any disturbances.
However… nothing happened.
No breathing sounds, no footsteps, no heartbeat… no sound at all.
Only the increasingly intense sound of the rain outside, while inside the main hall of Yizhuang, there was an eerie and mysterious chill.
This silence did not last long.
For suddenly, the sound of horseshoes came from outside the gate.
After a moment, they had arrived.
Similarly, two riders on fast horses, after reaching the entrance of Yizhuang, dismounted one after another and led their horses into the courtyard.
Su Mo heard a woman’s somewhat nervous voice asking, “Senior brother, could there be ghosts inside Yizhuang?”
Her voice struggled to carry over the storm, causing it to sound loud yet somewhat intermittent.
The man responded loudly, “In Jianghu, where is there talk of ghosts and spirits? If there really were ghosts, who would dare fight in Jianghu? If I killed you today and you came back as a ghost for revenge tomorrow… when I die and become an evil ghost, I’d be entangled with you endlessly, without resolution…”
As he spoke, he had already reached the front of the main hall and looked up to see Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun.
He was slightly startled, his expression somewhat unnatural as if he were taken aback.
However, upon seeing the dying fire on the ground, he finally relaxed and cupped his fist saying:
“Travelers caught in a sudden storm, within this area, only this place seems fit for temporary shelter, but I don’t know if our friends inside could grant us this convenience?”
In Jianghu, inconveniences are common, especially under such circumstances, giving convenience to others is giving convenience to oneself.
Moreover, Yizhuang did not belong to Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun; who were they to turn people away?
But that ghostly crying sound earlier was eerie and had vanished strangely, hence while speaking, there was inevitably a bit of hesitation:
“We two are indeed convenient, but I’m not sure what the original people of Yizhuang would think?”
The man frowned slightly, peering around, “I don’t know where they might be?”
“This… for the moment, I don’t know either.”
Su Mo gave a wry smile, “Regardless, if the two of you aren’t worried about inviting trouble, you’re welcome to come in and take shelter from the rain.”
This remark sounded vague, causing the man’s expression to darken momentarily, thinking that Su Mo was simply making excuses to prevent them from seeking shelter.
He immediately shook his head and, followed by the young woman, entered the gate.
The two individuals were not very old; the man appeared to be around twenty, and the young woman only about seventeen or eighteen, not particularly beautiful but her eyes were spirited.
Upon entering Yizhuang, they seemed quite concerned about the coffins, and although they tried not to look, their glances inevitably swept over them before quickly looking away.
Both of them were soaked, and the man said, “Junior sister, let’s use our Inner Strength to expel the cold, I’ll protect you while you do so.”
Hearing those words, the junior sister instinctively glanced at the coffins, then turned her gaze to Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun.
Then she whispered, “Thank you, senior brother.”
As her words fell, she sat down cross-legged, silently channeling her Inner Strength to dispel the cold and dry her clothes.
The senior brother sat beside the junior sister, his eyes seemingly not on Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, but the corners of his eyes tried his best to keep them within his field of vision.
Obviously, Su Mo’s earlier ‘refusal’ had sparked some suspicion in his heart, consequently making him slightly wary.
Su Mo could only give a wry smile but did not bother to look further.
Relighting the fire, he brought more brightness within Yizhuang.
Then Yang Xiaoyun’s low voice came to his ears,
“Judging by the two’s physique, Footwork Technique, and attire, they should be Luoxing Sect Disciples.”
Luoxing Sect!?
Su Mo initially felt unfamiliar, but after recalling carefully, he remembered the specifics of this Sect.
Luoxing Sect was a Sect known for its hidden weapons.
However, it had a narrow lineage and did not widely open its Mountain Gate to accept numerous disciples.
Disciples were often directly descended from one lineage, or only two disciples were accepted to inherit the mantle.
Their ultimate skill, Star Flicking Finger, was indeed renowned.
The reason Su Mo was not very familiar with this Sect was because Luoxing Sect was situated extremely far from Luoxia City.
Moreover, Luoxing Sect disciples seldom ventured into Jianghu, therefore leaving minimal information behind.
“How did they end up here?”
Su Mo was somewhat curious now, but quickly suppressed his curiosity.
The last time he was too curious, he got involved in trouble that he should not have been involved in.
Albeit he dealt with the potential loose ends that might arise from the situation, if he had feigned ignorance, it would not have led to unexpected complications at the end.
At this time, why bother about others.
Doing well on his own matters was enough.
Moreover, instead of pondering the purpose of these two individuals, it would be better to figure out the source of the sound he heard earlier.
However, since the arrival of the Luoxing Sect brother and sister, that sound had not occurred again.
After exchanging a glance with Yang Xiaoyun, she shut her eyes again.
Inside Yizhuang, the situation split into two; on one side were the siblings from Luoxing Sect, and on the other were Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, each minding their own business.
The eerie wailing sound did not sound again, and in the latter part of the night, Yang Xiaoyun naturally opened her eyes, taking Su Mo’s place.
Su Mo swapped places with her, and upon checking the other side, the senior brother was sitting cross-legged. The junior sister, who was initially fearful of the coffins, was now sound asleep, leaning against a coffin…
Su Mo slightly raised his eyebrows, only to see the senior brother suddenly lift his head and glare at him.
“…”
Su Mo’s mouth twitched, and he sat back, no longer interacting.
Time passed by, and the outside torrential rain gradually subsided.
From the initial downpour to a lingering drizzle, the inside of Yizhuang remained utterly silent.
Suddenly, the coffin which the Luoxing Sect junior sister leaned against slightly moved.
Silently, as if someone inside was pushing against it, the coffin lid barely lifted, revealing a thin crack…
