"The ancient tomb is... the ancient tomb is..." The thousand-year-old Ghost stammered, just as he was about to say the tomb was right here, Shen Cang coldly interrupted before he could finish: "If what you’re saying is the tomb is here, then there’s no need to say it."

Shen Cang gently raised his hand.

This gesture magnified in the eyes of the five Ghosts, becoming terrifying. It was this very hand, raised softly, that issued a palm strike filled with an overwhelming light that destroyed a Ghost, causing them to lose one of their thousand-year-old companions.

"No, no, no, it’s not here!" The thousand-year-old Ghost shivered, yelling: "We are merely the Tomb Guardians!"

Tomb Guardians are those who clean and protect the graveyard. When they die, they are usually buried at the outermost part of the graveyard, meaning the short White Person only dug up the outer layer of the Tomb Guardians’ graveyard, not having truly entered the ancient tomb, and was killed by Ghosts transformed from the Tomb Guardians after death.

Shen Cang squinted his eyes, a hint of doubt flashing through them.

Just being a Tomb Guardian could transform into a thousand-year-old Ghost, then what about the people buried in the graveyard? What kind of existence would they become, or perhaps, never turned into Ghosts and reincarnated, or vanished entirely?

Shen Cang: "Besides you six, are there any other thousand-year-old Ghosts in the ancient tomb?"

The five Ghosts looked at each other, then shook their heads simultaneously.

He was asking about the thousand-year-old Ghosts.

Besides the six of them, there truly weren’t any more thousand-year-old Ghosts in the ancient tomb.

Shaking their heads was not problematic, nor was it considered deceitful.

The eyes of the five Ghosts flickered uncertainly.

Shen Cang sensed there was something fishy among them, but before he could question further, it was Little Taotie who spoke first: "Are there any other Ghosts?"

At this question, the five Ghosts fell silent.

It was silence, not shaking their heads.

Silence often means consent.

There are.

Besides the thousand-year-old Ghosts, there are other Ghosts in the ancient tomb.

They appeared as Ghosts after the outer layer Tomb Guardians were buried and were already the outermost, considered the weakest. So apart from them, how strong would the other existences be?

Little Taotie realized the great terror within, instinctively moving closer to Shen Cang, habitually stretching out her arms to hug Shen Cang’s thigh.

The leg-hugging action had reached perfection.

Shen Cang: "..."

To be honest, he also felt a bit of an unknown terror.

Shen Cang took out a wooden box, coldly eyeing the five Ghosts: "Fit yourselves in here."

For the first time, Little Taotie saw Ghosts squeezed like sardines into a small wooden box, finding it somewhat amusing, she laughed aloud.

Shen Cang: "Be serious."

Little Taotie covered her mouth to stifle laughter, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, I’m being very serious!"

The little girl lowered her hands and put on a serious face, but her pupils still carried a smile.

Shen Cang shook his head helplessly, placed a yellow talisman on the wooden box, and put the box away.

Out of curiosity, Little Taotie asked: "Are we not going to explore the ancient tomb?"

"That’s not your task. Your mission is complete, head back home." Shen Cang took Little Taotie’s hand and started walking forward, Little Taotie obediently followed.

Yuanyuan and Jiang Si were completely forgotten.

Yuanyuan caught up: "Boss, wait for us."

Shen Cang had already boarded the helicopter with Little Taotie, which he had flown personally upon arrival. As the helicopter took off, it directly left the two behind.

Clearly, they were not welcome to ride the helicopter that he was flying personally.

Yuanyuan shrugged: "Never mind, I’ll go back to the one I flew here, I’ll fly."

Jiang Si shuddered slightly, this woman’s flying was too fast for him to handle.

Jiang Si looked concerned: "You’ve been through a tough mission, let me fly instead."