Taboo Mage - Chapter 95 - Mass Grave

I had never witnessed such a scene before, more thrilling than anything on TV. One moment, a person stands lively in front of you, and the next, they’re collapsed in a pool of blood, a small bullet hole in their forehead, flesh and blood scattered.

For several days, I couldn’t recover from the shock, just staring blankly at the ceiling in the hotel.

Today, Jue Chi went to perform deliverance for the glasses-wearing man, fearing that his tragic death would turn him into a fierce ghost seeking revenge. I fell into a hazy sleep, and in my dreams, I seemed to see my Grandfather again.

Grandfather stood with his cane, beside my unreliable father, both looking at me with pity. I asked them why they came into my dream again.

Grandfather sighed, “They say you’re born to be a yin-yang life amulet master, yet you’re afraid of a dead body, not ghosts.”

I snorted, isn’t that obvious? My job is dealing with ghosts, if I were afraid of them, how could I make a living or get married?

But dead bodies are different. I was born in New China, raised under the Red flag, mostly seeing petty thieves and small-time criminals, never a real murderer, let alone watching someone die right in front of me.

Grandfather knocked my head with his cane and then handed me a piece of paper.

I took it and glanced at it, but before I could see clearly, a sudden knocking on the door woke me up from my sleep.

Outside stood a short, chubby man wearing sunglasses. He tilted his head up to scrutinize me before asking, “Are you Gu Qingshu?”

“Yes,” I nodded, trying to recall if I knew this person, but I was certain I didn’t.

Hearing my response, the man nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand. Suddenly, several burly men appeared behind him. Just as I was about to scream for help, a sharp pain hit the back of my neck, and I passed out.

When I woke again, it was eerily silent around me, not a sound to be heard.

I rubbed my aching neck and sat up, enveloped in darkness, having no idea where I was.

Suddenly, a faint rustling noise came from nearby. I turned sharply towards the direction of the sound. The rustling of wind through leaves surrounded me, and I quickly surmised that I had been left in a desolate wilderness.

I had no idea why I was thrown here, but the most crucial thing was to figure out my location and leave as soon as possible.

Closing my eyes to calm myself, I carefully checked my belongings. Fortunately, I still had my lighter in my pocket, and I also found two pieces of yellow talisman paper that I had placed there a few days ago.

I lit the lighter, and when I saw my surroundings, I was almost scared out of my wits.

I was in a mass grave, with weeds everywhere and small grave mounds rising up all around. Just moments ago, I had been leaning against one of these grave mounds, which explained why it had felt oddly comfortable.

I gathered a big handful of weeds from the ground and ignited a small fire. The flames spread quickly and formed a circle of fire around me in just a few minutes.

I hurriedly cleared away a ring of weeds nearby to prevent the fire from spreading uncontrollably and burning me as well.

Once I had everything under control, I leaned against a tree and sat down, waiting for someone to rescue me while also pondering any possible self-rescue methods.

Suddenly, a cold breeze swept past my back, and I shivered. My hand instinctively reached into my pocket for the yellow paper as I slowly turned my head, only to see a white shadow floating towards me, its distance fluctuating.

I cursed inside; this place was filled with intense Yin energy. I, a living person, alone in the middle of the night, was practically a lamb to the slaughter, at risk of becoming a vengeful spirit under a fierce ghost’s control.

The ghost shadow floated back and forth in mid-air. Holding the yellow paper, I glanced at the runes on it and felt a surge of relief. It bore the warding off evil rune personally inscribed by Jue Chi.

Perfect. If that ghost shadow dared to come closer, I would slap the talisman directly onto its forehead.

The ghost shadow seemed merely to want to scare me, halting a few meters away and remaining still.

I stood my ground like that until there was another sound behind me. I turned to look and saw a small grave mound beside me split open in the middle, revealing a corner of a coffin.

I shivered and cautiously took a closer look at the coffin.

It was pitch black inside, so I couldn’t see too clearly. However, by the light of the blazing fire, I could make out that the coffin was red, covered with a layer of loose soil, revealing a brand-new wooden surface.

“Damn it!”

I couldn’t help but curse aloud. Who on earth would play such a deadly prank?

Trembling, I stared at the coffin, and suddenly, right before my eyes, it moved. I saw it distinctly-it moved!

It even emitted the sound of wood creaking, accompanied by eerie laughter. My knees were shaking uncontrollably as I stared unblinkingly at the coffin.

“Bam!”

A loud crash echoed as the coffin lid was thrown to the ground!

Terrified, I fell back onto the ground. When I saw a shadow slowly sitting up inside, my mind went blank.

I had no time to think. I jumped up, dashed over to the coffin, and hefted the half-fallen lid back up. Just as the shadow inside began to turn, I slammed the lid shut.

A dull thud emerged from within the coffin. I quickly placed the yellow talisman paper, which I had been clutching, on the coffin lid, a hasty solution that I hoped would work.

Once the yellow paper was affixed, the banging sound gradually subsided.

I listened intently, and after confirming that there were no more sounds from inside, I finally exhaled in relief and sat on the ground, my legs feeling weak.

“Clap, clap, clap!”

Suddenly, a round of applause came from behind me. Stunned, I thought something else was happening and instinctively grabbed a brick, turning towards the source of the sound.

“Mr. Gu, such courage you have.”

From behind a tree emerged a man dressed in a crisp suit.

His hair was sleekly combed back, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses rested on his nose. He looked like a sophisticated professional who had just returned from a high-class event.

Chi Rui.