Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3655: Ghosts Everywhere (27)

The group was so unnerved by Ning Shu’s neurotic behavior that the hair on their arms stood on end. Ning Shu broke free from their grip and lunged for Song Mo, refusing to let them carry him out.

“You can’t go out! You really can’t go out!” Ning Shu croaked hoarsely.

The rescue team was growing tired of her constant meddling and supernatural nonsense. Furthermore, the girl possessed incredible strength; it took several people just to try and restrain her.

Ignoring Ning Shu, the team carried the next person out. As soon as they crossed the threshold of the burial chamber, that person’s heart stopped. They were dead.

Everyone looked at each other in shock. One death might be a coincidence, but a second?

The team stared at the hysterical Ning Shu. She was curled into a ball, muttering to herself like a total lunatic.

“What exactly is happening here?” someone asked her. Ning Shu suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, her face twitching as she pointed behind the man. “Haha! There’s a ghost behind you! It’s a female ghost in red, and she’s sucking away your essence. She’s a seductive spirit. You’ve definitely cheated! You’re an adulterer!”

“What are you talking about?” The man’s face turned beet-red with rage. “An Liya, stop talking nonsense! How could I have cheated?”

“Red-clothed ghost, cheating, cheating…” Ning Shu kept muttering to herself, then gave a sneaky chuckle. “The seductive ghost is smiling at me. She says she likes your scent, hehe…”

The man’s face turned from red to purple, infuriated by her unfiltered accusations.

Of course, Ning Shu wasn’t just guessing. The ‘red-clothed seductive ghost’ was obviously a lie, but her observation was based on facts.

She had noticed that the man should have been wearing a ring on his index finger. Although he had removed it, there was a faint tan line on his skin. The color difference was subtle, suggesting he frequently took the ring off and put it back on—likely removing it to hunt for women outside and putting it back on before going home.

Furthermore, his facial features indicated he was a man with romantic luck. There was a mole on the white of his eye. Men with moles on the sclera were naturally charismatic and acted like human magnets for the opposite sex. They often found themselves in situations where women threw themselves at them. Such men were rarely faithful and were prone to abandoning their families for new flings.

The dark, purplish hue around his eyes was a physical sign of excessive sexual indulgence. The puffiness and reddish-purple color of his under-eye bags suggested a frequent night life leading to kidney qi deficiency.

In short, this man was a serial cheater.

It was said that you couldn’t know a person’s heart, but the face was a map of the mind. One’s temperament and even physical ailments could be read through physiognomy.

Ning Shu might only be an amateur, but she knew enough to make an accurate assessment.

She curled her lip. To think there was a man like this on the archaeological team. It was often said that a person full of upright energy was immune to ghosts, but someone who had depleted their body was susceptible to malevolent influences. Working in a tomb was the easiest way to run into trouble for someone like him.

Even in an age of science, some traditions passed down by the ancestors still had to be respected.

The archaeological team might be legal and legitimate, but at the end of the day, they were still digging up graves.

The people around the man instinctively moved away, especially after hearing there might be an invisible ghost in red clinging to his back. It made their skin crawl.

Feeling the cold shoulder from his colleagues, the man grew both angry and defensive. “She’s a lunatic! Why are you listening to a madwoman? What we need to do is get these people to a hospital for treatment!”

Ning Shu suddenly shrieked, “You can’t leave! You can’t! There are ghosts on all of them! Ghosts!”

“Then let’s stay put for now and wait for the doctors to come here,” someone suggested. Ning Shu looked so genuinely terrified that it felt like there was some truth to her madness.

Besides, the two people who were carried out were dead, while those left inside were still alive. Even if it was just a coincidence, they didn’t want to take any more risks.

Ning Shu curled up in a corner and fell asleep. With so many people around, she could finally rest.

While she snored away, the others began cataloging the burial objects and the remains in the coffin. All of it would be taken back for research.

Anything that needed to be sealed was promptly handled.

The police arrived and checked the comatose victims. They checked their pupils and their heads. Though the victims showed vital signs, they were completely unresponsive—essentially in a vegetative state.

They even woke Ning Shu up to examine her. The verdict was that she had suffered a mental breakdown.

In the end, the entire team had effectively been wiped out.

Doctors eventually set up IV drips for the victims. Even Ning Shu was poked with a needle.

She lay on a stretcher as she was carried out of the tomb along with the others.

This time, miraculously, no one died. Everyone let out a sigh of relief. They assumed that An Liya had just been talking nonsense, after all.

Ning Shu squinted. No one knew why things were fine now. While their lives were saved, whether they would ever wake up was another matter entirely.

After returning, Ning Shu remained in the hospital. She spent her days in a vacant, dazed state. Members of the archaeological organization came by to ask if she had taken the mirage stone, as the bamboo slips had mentioned its existence.

Ning Shu ignored them. She certainly wasn’t going to admit she had it. Even if the entrustor returned, her memories had been devoured by the stone. She wouldn’t remember who she was, let alone who took the stone.

No matter how much they investigated, they would find nothing because the stone wasn’t on her person.

After several rounds of questioning, the organization gave up. There was no point in talking to a lunatic.

The others remained in the hospital, showing no signs of waking up.

That stone was truly formidable—a silent killer. Ning Shu wondered how the ancient emperor had obtained it and why he had placed it in the tomb.

There must have been a box for it originally. When the consort was buried, many people probably died as sacrificial victims, since anyone who got close would be dragged into an illusion.

It was uncertain if those trapped in the dreams would ever wake up. Ning Shu sometimes went over to jab their fingers.

They needed constant stimulation to wake up. Singing was too gentle; for all she knew, the sound reached their ears as the wailing of ghosts, scaring them to death.

The entrustor’s parents came to visit her, but Ning Shu remained cold and detached. She stayed in her daze, either picking at her fingernails or staring blankly at the wall.

By acting this way, she ensured that even if the entrustor returned in a poor mental state, her inability to recognize anyone would seem perfectly logical.

Seeing her daughter in this condition, her mother covered her mouth and wept. “I told you not to study history and archaeology! Digging up graves brings bad karma, but you wouldn’t listen. Why would a girl want to learn that stuff? Why couldn’t you just find a safe, peaceful job, find a man, and live a quiet life? What are you going to do now? What are we going to do!?”