Chapter Thirty-Two: Travelers in a Hurry

Chapter Thirty-Two: Travelers in a Hurry

On a lonely night with torrential rain, the clamor inevitably carried a chill.

Yang Xiaoyun had already opened her eyes when the wind howled fiercely, holding her silver spear and surveying the surroundings.

Su Mo did not receive any response but instead scanned over the few coffins, then glanced at Yang Xiaoyun.

"Not them."

Yang Xiaoyun spoke softly.

"If it were them, they wouldn't have made such a show of force."

As he spoke, he leaped up, slightly clasped his fists, and said:

"My sister and I are just passing through here. We sought shelter from the sudden downpour in this Yi Zhaung.

"Once dawn breaks and the storm subsides, we will leave immediately without causing any disturbance."

While Su Mo was speaking, Yang Xiaoyun carefully observed their surroundings, ready to react to any unusual movements.

However... there was nothing.

No breathing, no footsteps, no heartbeat... no sounds at all.

Only the sound of the heavy rain outside grew more intense, while the main hall of Yi Zhaung exuded a chilling and eerie atmosphere.

The silence did not last long.

Because suddenly, the sound of hooves approached from outside the door.

In a moment, they arrived.

Two riders on swift horses dismounted at the entrance of Yi Zhaang and led their horses into the courtyard one after the other.

Su Mo heard a woman ask somewhat nervously, "Senior Brother, could there be ghosts in this Yi Zhaang?"

Her voice was hard to carry through the rain, so she spoke loudly, but it still came out intermittently due to the storm.

The man responded loudly, "In the martial world, where is there talk of ghosts and gods? If there were ghosts, who would dare fight in this world? Today, if I kill you as a human, someday you might come back as a ghost for revenge... When I die and become a vengeful spirit, I'll continue the feud endlessly..."

As he spoke, he reached the main hall and saw Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun.

He paused, looking somewhat startled and uneasy.

But upon seeing the dying fire on the ground, he relaxed, clasped his fists, and said:

"We travelers encountered a sudden downpour. In this area, only this place can offer temporary shelter. May I ask the friends inside to grant us some convenience?"

In the martial world, there are many inconveniences, especially in such situations, where helping others also helps oneself.

Moreover, Yi Zhaang did not belong to Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun; there was no reason to refuse entry.

Still, the eerie cries earlier had left them hesitant:

"Well, it's convenient for us, but what about the original occupants of this Yi Zhaang?"

The man paused, looking around: "Where is the person in charge?"

"I... don't know right now."

Su Mo sighed: "Regardless, if you're not worried about trouble, feel free to come in and take shelter."

This sounded vague, and the man's face turned unhappy, thinking Su Mo was making excuses to deny them entry.

He shook his head and led the woman inside.

Both were young, the man around twenty, the woman perhaps seventeen or eighteen. Though not exceptionally beautiful, their eyes were lively.

Upon entering Yi Zhaang, they seemed particularly wary of the coffins, trying not to look but glancing over occasionally before quickly turning away.

Their clothes were soaked, and the man said, "Junior Sister, start cultivating to drive away the cold; I'll protect you."

She looked at the coffins, then at Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, and whispered, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

She sat cross-legged, began cultivating, and warmed herself and dried her clothes.

Her senior brother sat beside her, seemingly not focusing on Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, but his peripheral vision kept them in sight.

Clearly, Su Mo's earlier hesitation had made him wary.

Su Mo smiled wryly and did not pay much attention.

He rekindled the fire, adding light to the hall.

Yang Xiaoyun's low voice then said:

"Judging by their posture, steps, and attire, they seem to be disciples of the Falling Star Gate."

Falling Star Gate!?

For a moment, Su Mo felt unfamiliar with the name, but recalling, he remembered the details about this sect.

The Falling Star Gate was renowned for its hidden weapons.

However, its teachings were not widely spread, and it did not openly recruit disciples.

Disciples of the sect are often single-line successors, or they only take on two disciples to inherit their legacy.

The sect's renowned technique, "Finger Flicking Falling Stars," has long been famous.

The reason Su Mo doesn't have a strong impression of this sect is simply because the Falling Star Gate is extremely far from Sunset City.

Moreover, disciples of the Falling Star Gate rarely venture into the world, hence there isn't much information about them.

"How did they end up here?"

Su Mo felt somewhat curious but quickly suppressed his curiosity.

Last time, due to being too curious, he got entangled in a mess he shouldn't have.

Although it was also to resolve any potential loose ends, if he could have chosen to remain ignorant, things wouldn't have become complicated at the last moment.

At this point, why bother with others' affairs?

He should just focus on his own matters.

Besides, instead of pondering their intentions, it would be better to figure out where that sound came from earlier.

However, since the Falling Star Gate siblings entered, that sound hasn't been heard again.

Exchanging a glance with Yang Xiaoyun, she closed her eyes once more.

Yi Zhaung was now divided into two parts: one side with the Falling Star Gate siblings, and the other with Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, each side remaining peaceful.

That ghostly wailing sound didn't reappear, and by the late hours of the night, Yang Xiaoyun naturally opened her eyes to relieve Su Mo.

Su Mo switched places with her, and looking over, he saw the senior brother sitting cross-legged, while the junior sister, who had originally feared coffins, was now sleeping soundly with her back against one...

Raising an eyebrow slightly, he then noticed the senior brother suddenly look up and glare at him.

"..."

Su Mo's lips twitched as he sat back down, ignoring him.

Time ticked by, and the heavy rain outside gradually subsided, turning into a gentle drizzle. Yi Zhaung remained silent.

Suddenly, the coffin that the Falling Star Gate junior sister was leaning against began to move slightly.

Silently, as if someone inside were pushing it, the coffin lid started to lift, creating a small gap...