Feasibility of Mermaids Infiltrating Qilin

Su Xingze climbed onto the car, dragging a large sack behind him.

This is a simple-looking carriage. It is not big, and the interior space is very small, only able to accommodate two or three people.

When Zhang Fukong brought Su Xingze to the carriage, four members of the Zhang family were already waiting there.

Two people were riding on horseback, one was sitting in a carriage, and the other was leaning against a wooden cart with a blade of grass in his mouth.

Upon seeing Zhang Fukong arrive with a child dressed entirely in white, the man spat out the grass in his mouth, casually leaned against the wooden cart, and looked at Su Xingze with a gaze full of doubt.

"Is this the kid you said could help us break this deadlock?"

He gestured with his hand, his movements full of disdain for Su Xingze's height.

"This snow-white, short, winter melon?"

Zhang Fukong smoothed out the wrinkles on his long robe and glanced at him: "Don't underestimate Xingze. Without him, we wouldn't have been able to get into that place."

The man on horseback also looked at Su Xingze with suspicion, but due to Zhang Fukong's past prestige, he did not show any further doubt about Su Xingze.

The first person to speak shrugged and jumped off the wooden cart.

"Alright, whatever you say goes. After all, you're in charge. Come on, kid, let me help you put your things in the car."

Seeing that Su Xingze was carrying a large burlap sack on his back, he assumed it was his luggage and kindly offered to help him put the sack on the wooden cart.

Zhang Fukong turned around and warned, "I advise you not to touch his bag; it's full of hexagonal copper bells."

The man's hand had just touched the surface of the sack when he heard this and froze on the spot. When he realized what the kid in front of him was carrying, he retreated repeatedly, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at the sack.

"(⊙o⊙) Huh? What the hell?" He couldn't believe it. "He actually carried a whole sack of bad luck stuff?"

Clearly, he had been tricked by the hexagonal bell before, and the lesson was severe.

Su Xingze glanced at him indifferently, chuckled softly, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

The unknown member of the Zhang family: "..."

The Zhang family's little devil has indeed been unlikable from childhood to adulthood.

Once on the carriage, the Zhang family members got to work.

Su Xingze left the Zhang family, but not with the little Qilin as he had planned. Coupled with his displeasure at being separated from the little Qilin, he was in a low mood the whole way.

Zhang Fukong, who was sitting in the carriage with him, became the first victim.

Zhang Fukong put away the yellowed map and rubbed his slightly sore nose.

Beside him, Su Xingze held a bright red rope that looked eerily ominous, and in a small cloth bag beside him was a bronze bell that he had somehow shrunk in size.

The bronze bell had changed dramatically. The old, copper-green bell had turned into a warm, bright gold, radiating a dazzling yet warm luster.

One by one, thumb-sized, gleaming gold bronze bells were woven into a scarlet red cord by Su Xingze's skillful hands, and an exquisite and intricate bell bracelet gradually took shape in his hands.

On his left wrist, a pre-woven bracelet swayed with his movements, but strangely, no matter how he moved, the bells made no sound.

After watching for two days, Zhang Fukong realized what he was doing.

As a member of the Zhang family who is over a hundred years old, Zhang Fukong possesses knowledge far beyond human imagination, and he has certainly read the "Ten Spirits Scripture" in the library.

He wasn't a clan leader suffering from amnesia, so of course he wouldn't forget the books he had read.

Su Xingze's method of processing bronze bells and weaving them into bracelets using special techniques is exactly the method of making witchcraft artifacts in the "Ten Spirits Scripture," although he makes some differences in the details.

I heard that he has been studying the "Ten Spirits Scripture" since he entered the library, as well as other books about ancient witchcraft. It seems that he must have learned the method of shrinking the bronze bell from there.

No one knows how many strange and mysterious magical techniques are recorded in the Zhang family library. Every member of the Zhang family may obtain their own unique opportunity in the library.

Zhang Fukong himself had obtained the lost secret technique from it, so of course he wouldn't be foolish enough to ask others about their secret methods.

“I said…” Zhang Fukong couldn’t stand the cold atmosphere in the car any longer, “Could you pretend to be curious and ask where that Warring States tomb is, what’s inside, and whether there are any dangers or anything like that?”

"Instead of spending all day here figuring out how to braid bracelets."

The cold atmosphere inside the carriage made him feel really uncomfortable.

It's not that Su Xingze is cold; on the contrary, he always has a gentle smile on his face, which, combined with his excessively handsome face, makes him look like a little fairy who has fallen to earth.

But it's that kind of feeling—the other person is clearly very polite and friendly to you, but you can still sense their indifference hidden beneath their gentle exterior.

It wasn't indifference, but rather a lack of concern. It was as if he wasn't a living, breathing person. When those beautiful green eyes looked at him, it was as if they were looking at roadside flowers and grass. That icy coldness, devoid of any emotion, was truly chilling.

"A little monster raised by the Zhang family." That's how Zhang Fukong described Su Xingze.

As an 'elder' who is over a hundred years old, he has seen countless Zhang family children, including some who are even stranger and more twisted. But there is only one Su Xingze who makes him instinctively wary when facing him.

Zhang Fukong felt deeply deceived. When he was with Zhang Shenglin, Su Xingze was a sweet and soft little cutie with a slightly wicked sense of humor. How come the little cutie turned into a little monster as soon as he brought him out?

Su Xingze tilted his head slightly, his vibrant green eyes crinkling as he smiled and said, "Sure."

"Could you tell me about that Warring States period tomb, sir?"

Zhang Fukong: "..."

Don't think he didn't notice the kid's perfunctory tone; he wasn't even willing to pretend to be nonchalant.

Well, Zhang Fukong was quite pragmatic. Since Su Xingze had asked, he would tell him the information he should have told him long ago.

"This is a Chu tomb, but it is not located in the Jingchu region. Instead, it is in an area close to the Central Plains. Based on our investigation and research on the murals and antiques in the tomb, we believe that this tomb is probably from the time of King Hui of Chu. Of course, it is definitely not King Hui of Chu's tomb."

"Whose it is is still under investigation. We have already explored most of the tomb, but we encountered difficulties when entering the main burial chamber."

“We discovered that once you get close to the main burial chamber, everyone will fall into an illusion and suffer countless torments within it. If you can’t hold on, you will die in the illusion, but even if you do hold on, there is a risk of going completely insane.”

Zhang Fukong recounted how they had been trapped in illusions several times in front of the main tomb chamber, and then shared their speculations.

"Considering the Chu people's fondness for witchcraft, we suspect that there are formations or witchcraft set up by ancient Chu witches in the tomb. I returned to my clan and devoted myself to studying illusion magic. Just then, the Zhang Heshan and Zhang Ruifeng incidents happened in the clan. Through my observation and investigation, I discovered your existence."

"So you think I can deal with the witchcraft set up by this ancient Chu shaman?"

Su Xingze looked at him with a smile, his tender green eyes seeming to darken and become terrifying for a moment, but when Zhang Fukong looked closely, he found that he was giving him an innocent look.

Zhang Fukong: "..." This is not good. Why does this little monster seem a bit unstable?