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After a moment's thought, he turned his gaze back to the cave entrance and made up his mind to leave the cave and see if he could find any clues in the rain.
Martin put on some dry clothes, reduced the fire slightly, picked up his axe, and cautiously walked out of the cave.
The rain continued to pour down, blurring the view in the wind and rain. My feet sank into the muddy ground with a dull thud, and my heart pounded in my chest.
Aside from the muddy mountain path and the rain-soaked trees, he seemed to have found no clues that could solve the mystery.
He walked to the earthen slope directly above the cave, where rainwater formed a small torrent that eroded the soil of the slope.
Martin carefully examined the soil following the flow of water and discovered traces of human movement.
He stopped and carefully began digging, following the directions.
As the soil was gradually dug away, a small wooden box was revealed from the mud and sewage.
The box looked old and had lost its original color from being washed by rain, but its tightly closed lid and airtight construction made it seem as if the contents inside had survived.
A sense of doubt arose in Martin's mind. He returned to the cave, took off his clothes to dry them, and then carefully examined the box.
There were also several faded photos on the outside of the box, all of which showed an elderly couple and their family members, looking happy and peaceful.
Beneath the photograph are engraved words.
The message read: "Darling, if you see this message, please send these memories back to our home."
That's how Martin understood what "help me send it back" meant on the note.
"If that's the case, does he mean I should deliver this box somewhere?"
Martin understood, but he had no idea where to send it.
"What's inside here, though? It's best left unsaid."
Human curiosity is boundless, especially since this box looks anything but simple.
"The other party went to such lengths to remind me, there must be something very good inside?"
Not only him, but the entire atmosphere in the live stream was stirred up by him.
Countless people wanted to see what was inside the box.
I think it might be a hidden weapon!
Although I know this box contains valuable items, magical artifacts aren't so easy to obtain.
[We, Martin, are lucky, the chosen one, favored by God. Is there a problem?]
[Bullshit! The last person who was favored by you is probably already several meters old with grass growing on their grave, right?]
I suspect the box contains something like the peach wood sword that Jiang Xiao stole.
Hmm, that's quite possible.
Jiang Xiao's peach wood sword is an antique, and so is this box; it might contain something similar.
why?
Jiang Xiao had a lot of questions in his mind.
He discovered that during the previous summer, the creatures in the ghost stories all liked to eat stir-fried dishes.
It was only noon, but because of the torrential rain, the sky looked as dark as six or seven in the evening.
The dining table was quiet.
The hot pot was bubbling and steaming, and the four people sitting around the table each had their own ulterior motives.
Bao Lebin had been busy working on it all this time, and finally brought over the last plate of washed spinach and fresh shrimp.
"Alright, curator, look, isn't today's lunch quite sumptuous?"
"Alright, that's enough. You can sit down and eat with us now."
Bao Lebin obediently sat down, and Jiang Xiao started eating first, while telling them the details of his battle with Spider-Man last night.
To be fair, Jiang Xiao, who grew up listening to stories, is quite skilled at storytelling, and his vivid descriptions made the others feel as if they were there.
Especially when they heard that Spider-Man's defense was incredibly powerful, that Jiang Xiao couldn't break through his defenses at all, and that Spider-Man was blocking him underground and preventing him from leaving.
Bao Lebin's palms were sweaty with anxiety.
After the story ended, Jiang Xiao changed the subject and dropped a bombshell.
"By the way, when I caught up with Ghost Face last night, she said she didn't mean us any harm, she just wanted to kindly remind us."
The other three paused, their chopsticks also stopping, and their faces showed surprise.
"What are you reminding us of?" the curator pressed.
"It reminds us that there's a bad guy in the funeral home."
silence
The atmosphere at the dinner table instantly became awkward.
Are there bad people in funeral homes?
promise.
There were only four people present. If there were any bad guys, wouldn't it be a choice between the four?
No, excluding Jiang Xiao himself, it's a choice of three.
"Is it fake? What evidence did she have or did she discover anything?"
The taciturn night watchman asked Jiang Xiao.
No, not that.
"Jiang Xiao, you're still young. The other side isn't a living person. Remember not to fall for the Japanese devils' tricks. Maybe this is a scheme to sow discord between them."
Jiang Xiao nodded without saying anything more, as this was indeed only the other party's side of the story.
Although I was willing to believe the little girl, there was no concrete evidence.
‘Shua~’
A dark shadow flashed past the window of the hall.
"Director, I have a slightly silly question: are there only four of us in this funeral home?"
On the other side, Hirozuka Okamon had also finished his meal. He had been living a very comfortable life these past few days.
Anyone who dares to bare their teeth at me, I'll just shove the female corpse in their face; this trick never fails.
Is this not?
While Bao Lebin, that scoundrel, was still washing the dishes, I went back to my dorm intending to take a nice afternoon nap.
"Thinking about it carefully, living like this for ten years isn't so bad, is it? Room and board included, and you don't have to do any work. It seems pretty good, don't you think?"
After talking to himself, Okamon Hirozuka asked the female corpse he had shared a bed with.
"Yeah, who says it's not?"
"Hehehe, you think so too? It's mainly me."
Chapter 360 Slaying Okamon
Okamon Hirozuka was startled, initially thinking it was a hallucination. However, the stiff female corpse slowly opened her eyes, looked at him, and even smiled slightly.
"You, you, how could you?"
Okamon Hirozuka stammered, retreating to the corner of the bed, his heart pounding as if it would burst out of his chest at any moment.
The female corpse gently sat up, enveloped in wisps of faint black light. Her voice was clear yet slightly hoarse as she spoke with satisfaction.
"Unexpectedly, this body can move again, thanks to the special feng shui of this place and the yang energy that you have been providing for it these past few days."
Worri?
Absorb my yang energy?
No wonder Okamon Hirotsuka has been feeling listless and weak these past few days, and he can't even get up in the morning.
I initially thought it was just a case of not being used to the new environment, but it turns out I was drained of my yang energy.
"Uh, are you alright?" He tried to keep his tone calm, but he still couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Feels pretty good." The female corpse smiled, but the next moment, she commanded Gangmen: "My clothes."
"Oh oh oh!"
The latter then realized that the other person was completely naked!
He immediately jumped out of bed and ran outside, saying he was going to get her clothes.
"Okay, but if you tell anyone that I came back to life, I won't let you off the hook~"
Okamon Hirozuka stumbled, immediately promising to keep his mouth shut.
day!
Once inside the corridor, Okamon Hirozuka's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
This guy actually came back to life?!