Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning-Chapter 344 - 182 Pretending to be a God_3

"Chant the sutras! Liberate all ghouls and malevolent spirits!"

"Yes!"

Immediately, a group of monks gathered together, their chant growing louder.

But then, the thundering noise became incessant, and after the monks’ eyes adjusted to the darkness, they realized... the sound was coming from nowhere else but the coffin!

The coffin, placed in the center of the hall without support, suddenly started shaking on the spot, its lid, not nailed down properly, was now flapping noisily.

"Dust to dust, soil to soil, since you have ascended westward, why cling to the earthly realm?"

An old monk yelled in anger, "Mercy of Buddha!"

While talking, he grabbed his Buddhist beads, ready to press them onto the coffin.

But suddenly, the lid of the coffin popped open and began rolling in mid-air, buzzing incessantly.

Soon after, a figure sat up in the coffin, its body decomposed, but now it opened its eyes—staring coldly and mercilessly at the monks.

The old monk paused mid-step, nodding repeatedly, "A few more days’ stay wouldn’t hurt..."

Turning around, he looked at his many disciples and calmly shouted,

"The corpse is reanimating, run for it!!!"

With the command given, he led the charge. Despite his age, he ran faster than a rabbit.

Only then did the little monks snap back to reality and hurriedly followed him, soon disappearing without a trace.

The person sitting in the coffin let out a breath only after they had run far away.

He gently wiped his face, the ’decaying’ part remained completely unaffected.

"To mourn is to mourn, then they had to offer vegetarian meals... If offering meals, they insist on seven days. Seven days would be manageable, but why are these monks so dedicated?

"It made me, an elder of the Ziyang Sect, resort to Yin Mountain’s tactics, pretending to be a ghost."

After muttering to himself, he climbed out of the coffin and stretched his limbs vigorously:

"The appointed time must be close now, they should be here already, right?"

While speaking, figures floated over, four young ladies carrying a soft sedan chair, who swiftly crossed the wall and arrived.

"Senior Duan."

Little Situ spoke softly.

"Stop shouting, it’s urgent, get to work," Duan Song quickly replied.

Little Situ nodded, gestured to the side, and a young lady stepped forward, pulling out an item from behind.

After a couple of shakes, the item suddenly took shape, looking exactly like Duan Song.

After placing the item into the coffin, Duan Song closed the lid again.

"Done, the perfect decoy, truly a technique of Xuanhu Pavilion."

Duan Song clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"...Senior, on the way here from Haoran Academy, there were many chances to switch places, why did you wait till here to create this illusion?"

Little Situ was somewhat puzzled.

Duan Song chuckled, "Don’t ask too much. It’s natural to be curious when you’re new to Jianghu, but too many questions aren’t good for you. Your elders at Xuanhu Pavilion must have warned you about this."

"Um... I was being presumptuous."

Little Situ nodded and then took out a steamed bun from his chest, asking, "Would you like to eat, Senior? The seven-day ’Wordly Ties’ can let you fake death for seven days, reducing your body’s need for food and water to the extreme.

"But... you must still feel hungry."

"...Hmph, my Inner Strength is profound. A mere few days without sleep or food is nothing," Duan Song waved his hand dismissively, "You better head back quickly. Don’t let Yang Xiaoyun and Su Mo grow suspicious. These two kids seem out of the ordinary; if they become doubtful, it could spoil Yang Moutou’s big plans."

"Yes."

Little Situ obediently nodded, turned to the four young ladies and said, "I must trouble you four sisters."

The four young ladies didn’t speak and turned to leave, their toes barely touching as they exited the yard.

Duan Song then looked around, leapt onto the roof, finding a comfortable position to wait, unconsciously rubbing his stomach, "The essence of being a senior... lies in endurance.

"Old Su had endurance, thus he was able to attract many. Unfortunately, I’ve never mastered that in my life. Can’t help it, I’m terribly hungry; should I eat some offerings?"

As he pondered, he heard hurried footsteps approaching.

A group of monks had brought more people, lit the candles in the hall, and opened the coffin to check.

To their surprise, ’Yang Yizhi’ was still lying in the coffin, showing no sign of re-animation.

The monks looked at one another in confusion, from the old monk down, none understanding the situation.

Zhang Li, the escort leaders, were ashen-faced, feeling that these monks had pointlessly disturbed the Chief’s ’rest’, which they found somewhat detestable.

Fortunately, although Yang Xiaoyun looked pale, she didn’t blame anyone, and only asked the monks to continue chanting in the hall, while she and Su Mo left with the departed.

The monks nervously resumed their chanting.

As they began, Duan Song quietly breathed a sigh of relief, cautiously climbed down from the roof beam, and after leaving the hall, blended into the night.

What he didn’t know was that, just after his departure, Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, who had supposedly left, were actually on the rooftop.

"Wu Daoyou... doesn’t seem to have mentioned us to him."

Yang Xiaoyun’s expression was somewhat strange; if Wu Daoyou had told him, Duan Song wouldn’t have gone through such elaborate measures.

Su Mo raised his eyebrows:

"I suspect, Wu Daoyou might not know who... exactly lies in that coffin.

"The lengths Duan Song went to, arriving in Luoxia City in the middle of the night, might have another purpose."

"Where could he be heading tonight if not meeting Wu Daoyou... this direction..."

"Ziyang Escort Agency!" freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Su Mo’s eyebrows shot up: "Let’s go!"

He grabbed Yang Xiaoyun and stealthily followed Duan Song.

Duan Song, familiar with the layout of Luoxia City, headed straight for the Ziyang Escort Agency.

Within moments, they arrived.

Standing on the rooftop, he seemed rather emotional, then confidently approached a room door.

He casually pulled out a silver needle from his chest, inserted it into the lock, and after a couple of jabs, a click was heard—the lock was opened.

This familiarity reminded Su Mo of Xu Lu...

However, the room that Duan Song opened left Su Mo speechless.

This... was Su Tianyang’s room.