C95 (1/2)

”Wh-which of you moved?”

Fang Zishu gulped, and his face grew unsightly.

Of the six people in the tomb, except for Professor Xu, who was clinging onto the statue, the rest of the people were all standing quietly in the stone room, not one of them had moved at all. However, he had clearly heard the footsteps just now, and he was sure that it was coming from them.

”I... I didn't move. ” Big Zheng shook his head.

”Me too... ”I didn't move either.” The chubby man waved his hand.

Qi Sanpang also shook his head. Just now, he and Xiao Hui had been giving Professor Xu a flashlight and talking about sculptures. Since the two of them had not moved, how could they hear footsteps?

Seeing them shake their heads, Fang Zishu frowned and then shifted his gaze to Professor Xu, who was using a magnifying glass to study the Taiji yin Fish pattern on the statue. However, Professor Xu's foot landed on the altar.

The other foot was leaning against the statue, not even having a decent grip. There was no way it could make such a sound. Therefore, Fang Zishu was sure that the footsteps just now were not coming from Professor Xu.

But if it wasn't for Professor Xu's sound, who was the source of the footsteps that suddenly sounded in their ears? Could it be that other than the six of them, there was still a seventh person in this narrow room? Then who was this seventh person?

Thinking of this, Fang Zishu's expression became unnatural.

Just then, Fang Zishu noticed that Xiao Hui, who was standing to the side, was trembling like a sieve. ”Xiao Hui, Xiao Hui... ”What happened to you, Little Hui?”

However, Xiao Hui did not answer Fang Zhisu's question. Instead, he pointed to the back of the sculpture.

With some curiosity, he looked towards where Xiao Hui was pointing.

With just a glance, Fang Zishu couldn't help but take a few steps back with a 'thudding' sound.

The book had found a shadow on the wall behind the statue.

A series of shadows.

Wherever there was light, there would be shadows.

There was no doubt about that.

But what really frightened Fang Zishu was the number of shadows.

Seven!

No more, no less, just seven!

One had to know that their group only had six people, yet seven shadows, seven living shadows, were reflected on the wall.

Six people, seven shadows.

Was the extra shadow a human or a ghost?

With a 'gulping' sound, the man reached into his backpack and pulled out a piece of yellow paper. He stared at the seven shadows on the wall that had different shapes and sizes. After his empty fingers were stained with ink, he quickly drew on the yellow paper.

Very quickly, a talisman was engraved that was difficult for an ordinary person to identify.

If everyone was here, they would surely be able to discern with a glance that the yellow paper in Fang Zishu's hand was the most common Phantom Discerning Symbol.

The instant the Glyph paper was completed, a glimmer appeared in Fang Zishu's eyes. He quickly picked up the 'Ghost Discerning Talisman', and the instant his middle finger flipped upside down, the talisman turned into black ash in front of everyone. Qi Sanpang turned his head to the side and saw that Fang Zhisu's lips were slightly parted. He then started to chant an obscure incantation.

'Heavenly Spirit ',' Earth Spirit '.

Spirit of man, incarnation of god, worship of man, worship of the river god.

Please, God, come down.