Old Liu Tou suddenly lowered his head and saw Zhao Zhuang’s foot miss the mark by half a foot. His footprint landed right between the two footprints I had left. “What are you doing? Mr. Li… Where’s Mr. Li?”

By the time Old Liu Tou looked up to find me again, I had already vanished. The old and the young were trapped in place.

Zhao Zhuang’s voice trembled. “Dad, what do we do?”

Zhao Zhuang was younger than Old Liu Tou, but his cultivation was inferior. There were many things that Old Liu knew, but Zhao Zhuang had never seen. When he encountered a major event, he could only ask Old Liu Tou.

Old Liu Tou composed himself. “Didn’t Mr. Li say? If you can’t keep up with him, follow his instructions: ‘Meet the Dragon, walk half; meet the Tiger, walk the white line.’”

Zhao Zhuang almost cried. “What’s the Dragon? What’s the Tiger?”

Old Liu Tou squatted down. “There must be two graves in this place, one burying a long worm (snake), the other burying a wildcat. Let’s look for them.”

Before I entered the formation, I had said that there was a Dragon curled and a Tiger crouching on this road. This meant that “Dragons and Tigers” sealed by secret methods were buried below.

In fact, *long pan hu ju* (Dragon coiled, Tiger crouching) can also be understood as *long zheng hu dou* (Dragon striving, Tiger battling). A Dragon and a Tiger could never coexist in the first place, and it would be even more difficult for them to get along on a narrow mountain road. Of course, the caster wouldn’t let them really fight, otherwise, how could they guard the gate?

The caster could change the method to let them compete, such as: who kills more people!

Dragon and Tiger guarding the gate must be an ominous formation!

Old Liu Tou simply lay on the ground, pressing his face against the ground and looking sideways at my footprints. “Mr. Li must have come in to separate the Dragon and Tiger, first trap…”

Before Old Liu Tou could finish speaking, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He not only saw that Zhao Zhuang was wearing a pair of round-toed longevity shoes that the dead wear, but also that his toes were not touching the ground.

Zhao Zhuang’s voice also floated over. “Did you see it? You lie down for a while! When the guy named Li comes, I’ll let you go.”

While speaking, Zhao Zhuang lay down next to Old Liu Tou, turning his face to look at him. “The guy named Li will turn back in a while. When he does, he’ll see us both lying on the ground. Who do you think he’ll check to see isn’t dead first? Me, or you?”

“If he looks at you, I’ll kill him from behind. If he looks at me, he’s dead for sure!” As Zhao Zhuang spoke, two snake-like fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth, and his bright red tongue trembled between his teeth. At first glance, he looked like a poisonous snake lying in wait on the road, stalking its prey.

Old Liu Tou encountered danger just one quarter of an hour after I entered the formation.

Squatting outside the formation, Ding Zhong looked at his watch and said, “Brother, shouldn’t we pull the string? It’s been a quarter of an hour already, and Mr. Li hasn’t made a sound.”

Ding Yi, who had been squatting on the ground, didn’t even lift his head. “Just pull it! It’s better to do it sooner!”

Ding Zhong thought for a while before crouching down and retracting the red string inch by inch. He had only wound the red string back a few times when it suddenly became taut in the air as if someone had grabbed it.

Ding Zhong tried to pull it back twice, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. “It’s over, I’ve caused trouble for Mr. Li. He doesn’t want to come out.”

Ding Yi’s voice came from behind him. “Pull it back again. Maybe something happened over there. Pulling the red string might save him.”

Ding Zhong was now at a loss.

All warlocks who use red string know that once the red string is taut, you can’t pull it back forcefully. Because you don’t know what happened on the other end of the red string. Once you pull it too tightly, you might pull something over.

Ding Yi urged again, “Pull it! It’s important to save Mr. Li.”

Ding Zhong gritted his teeth and tentatively began to pull the red string out. Before long, a figure appeared in the direction of the entrance.

“Mr. Li!” Ding Zhong almost stood up.

The person he saw had blood dripping from all seven orifices. Not only was his face as pale as snow, but his eyes were also unfocused, staring blankly ahead.

The first thing to look at when a warlock has an accident is his eyes. Once a warlock’s eyes lose their luster, it means that his soul is gone.

The figure in Ding Zhong’s eyes could still move, but other than his two feet, the rest of his body was as stiff as a dead man.

This meant that he had pulled out a corpse.

Although the red string was still tied to the warlock, the warlock was already dead, and the corpse was walking back step by step, guided by the red string.

Ding Zhong pulled hard on the red string, yanking it back again and again. He wanted to see if there was still any way to save me.

But Ding Yi said in a sinister voice from behind, “Don’t pull it, it’s enough to see it. You’re pulling a dead man over here, aren’t you afraid that he’ll absorb your yang energy and attack you?”

“Bullshit! Mr. Li had an accident for the sake of the village. Even if it’s a corpse, I have to bring him back!” Ding Zhong cursed. “Are you really my brother?”

“What do you think!” Ding Yi’s voice became even colder. “Haven’t you heard that those who speak from behind may not be human? Maybe the person standing behind you speaking is already dead. Someone is just wearing the dead man’s skin to imitate him. Since the guy named Li entered the mountain, have you seen my face?”