Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 2161

Chapter 2161: Erosion of Yin Energy

Draining the swamp was a very slow process. There was no use in getting more ordinary people to work, so Gu Rui and Mo Juechen both rolled up their sleeves to help.
Ning Shu just stayed in her tent and cultivated. She didn’t care about when they would enter the tomb. If she could cultivate for even one more minute now, her chances of survival would be increased by a bit when they did enter the tomb.
It took a lot of time just to deal with the silt in the swamp and more people got sick during that time.
Under the erosion of yin energy, it was difficult not to get sick.
When Ning Shu saw this, her heart beat faster. They hadn’t even entered the tomb yet. What would happen after they entered?
At the thought of going into the tomb, Ning Shu became more and more frightened and all the hairs on her body stood up.
It must be dangerous down here.
Ning Shu took a deep breath and continued to cultivate. She occasionally searched for any herbs growing around the swamp.
Ning Shu was worried that the medicinal powder she’d made before wasn’t enough.
Plus, she didn’t have anything to exorcize evil spirits.
She just had an ordinary dagger. Ning Shu thought for a bit and then mixed cinnabar with rooster blood and drew a spell on her dagger. With this, she could destroy some less powerful evils.
Ning Shu fixed the dagger to her calf. If something happened, she could quickly draw the dagger by bending over.
Although she had wound medicine, poison, and talismans, Ning Shu was uneasy and she still felt an urge to leave. She would have left secretly, but Gu Rui had sent three people to follow her and as long as she left the vicinity of the swamp, there would be people guarding her.
In the name of protecting her from the dangerous area, they restricted her movement.
Ning Shu stared at the webbing between the fingers and thumbs of the guards. It was full of calluses. It was obvious that they were people with outstanding martial arts.
Ning Shu was constantly weighing the choices of leaving or going to the tomb. Should she just protect her life, or take risks?
Ning Shu discovered that her actions and decision-making were very restricted without a storyline. Without the golden finger of knowing the future, she couldn’t understand the people around her in a short period of time.
She used to have a god’s perspective, but now she could only rely on her own eyes to analyze and judge.
However, Ning Shu finally determined that the key to the original host’s counterattack lay in Gu Rui.
Something must have happened in the tomb.
Since it was connected to the original host’s wish, she had to enter the tomb no matter what. Even while knowing that there were tigers on the mountain, she still had to climb it.
Ning Shu hammered the ground. She was just seeking death.
In addition to counter-attacking, Ning Shu also wanted to see what treasures in the tomb could attract Cheng Mingzi.
People like Cheng Mingzi pursued nothing other than Tao or longevity.
Ning Shu thought about the pros and cons and decided to stay and behave well.
After a few more days of hard work by more than 20 people, the swamp was finally drained and cleared up. It now had the shape of a bowl.
Gu Rui’s hoe hit a hard object with a ‘clang.’
“Clean it up,” Gu Rui said to the workers. They immediately pushed away the remaining silt with their hands and revealed a flat slate.
This was probably the entrance to the state preceptor’s tomb.
Gu Rui had a joyful expression as he spoke to Cheng Mingzi, who was standing on the shore, “Taoist Cheng, come have a look.”
Cheng Mingzi examined the slate. He wiped it with his hand and revealed a messily carved word, ‘deathplace,’ engraved on the slate.
Ning Shu squeezed her way through the crowd of people and looked at the words on the slate. These were carved in a hurry. If the person who carved the words was in a hurry, why didn’t they just run away instead of spending time engraving words into stone?
Cheng Mingzi closed his eyes, moved his lips slightly, and pinched his fingers. He opened his eyes, then spoke, as if having just made a hard decision, “Young Master, let’s open the tomb.”
Translator: Lili
Editor: Wheat
Translator: Kaho