“Why is this happening? Why… why are we repeatedly entering this world?!” Han Juanjuan's shoulders trembled, his voice sad and helpless, but all they could give him was silence.

Han Juanjuan needed to calm down; his emotions had reached their limit.

Jiang Cheng walked over to Shang Mo, who was slumped on the ground like a lost soul, and asked, “How are you doing?”

After a long while, Shang Mo seemed to come back to his senses, raised his head, his face swollen, his eyes dim, filled with helplessness and entanglement, “I’m sorry, it’s all my… my grandson’s fault. He was greedy and caused such a big trouble, not only harming his parents but also involving everyone else. I’m sorry, really… really sorry.”

Shang Mo didn't fight back when he was beaten, standing there like a piece of wood. After all, he was a 60-year-old man. Fatty felt a little unbearable when he saw his hunched figure.

Jiang Cheng reached out, pulled him up, helped Shang Mo tidy up his clothes, brushed off the snow, and said in a calm voice, “It’s no use saying these things now. Let’s think about how to leave here and get to the summit as soon as possible.”

“Is there any information you haven’t told us?” Jiang Cheng changed the subject and asked.

Shang Mo raised his eyebrows, and said in a slightly flustered tone, “No, I’ve told you everything I know. I’m very grateful that you could come and help me, how could I…”

Jiang Cheng nodded, “That’s good.”

After saying that, Jiang Cheng looked around. The familiar scene gave him a strange feeling at this moment. It was obvious that they were lost.

And Jiang Cheng clearly remembered that in the rumors circulating among the locals, Gawa Gaberd Snow Mountain had another special name, the Land of Lost Souls.

Although getting lost was a bit unexpected, everyone here had experience, so they weren’t too panicked. For Jiang Cheng and the others, encountering a ghost wall was normal. It was almost a basic skill for every ghost in a mission, except this time the Hungry Ghost's ghost wall covered a larger area, and the location had changed to the relatively unfamiliar snow mountain.

"Ghost wall," Huai Yi whispered.

These words seemed to stimulate Shang Mo. He put on his backpack and immediately walked in one direction. “We’ll just stick to one direction. I don’t believe we can’t get out of here!” he stubbornly said.

Bai Xi took a few steps forward and stopped him.

Breaking through a ghost wall requires knowing the method. Just walking like this will only exhaust them to death on this snow mountain.

After the blizzard subsided, the sun hung in the azure sky again, but the sunlight shining on them didn't make them feel warm at all, only a gloomy chill.

It was as if the sky, the sun, and the surrounding sea of clouds were painted on, stroke by stroke, with the cold texture of ink.

“I suggest we set up camp first,” Jiang Cheng said.

Fatty and Huai Yi, of course, would do whatever Jiang Cheng said. Even if Jiang Cheng asked them to strip naked and run in the snow, they would do it. The only difference was that Huai Yi might struggle a bit, while Fatty would execute it immediately.

Gongsun Zhiruo, because of what had happened earlier, was physically and mentally exhausted. “I agree with Mr. Jiang’s suggestion. We need to rest, and…” She looked around, always having a bad feeling.

Everyone easily reached a consensus. The previous campsite wasn't far away, and they had cleaned it up yesterday, but this time, Zi Gui cautiously suggested that they should avoid last night's campsite.

Finally, the group chose another location about 100 meters away from the original campsite. With previous experience, it didn't take long to set up a new camp.

After a brief discussion with no results, the group dispersed and went to rest.

“Doctor,” Fatty squatted on the ground, his eyes darting around uneasily, and whispered, “This area feels particularly ominous to me. Do you think that Hungry Ghost is hiding somewhere nearby, watching us?”

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips and glanced back at the silent camp, a rare solemn expression on his face.

Huai Yi seemed to have suddenly thought of something, his eyes sharpened, and he asked in a low but urgent voice, “Jiang-ge, you don’t mean the ghost has already mixed in, do you?”

Hearing this, Fatty’s scalp tingled, and he shrank his neck. “No way, so fast? And we saw that Hungry Ghost run away with our own eyes…”

“I just have a feeling. Compared to previous missions, we’ve been attacked too frequently. This ghost…” Jiang Cheng paused, seemingly organizing his words. After a moment, he continued, “How should I put it? It feels too impatient to me, and its purpose is definitely not just to kill people. Otherwise, why would it come back to this empty snow mountain?”

Jiang Cheng’s words gave Fatty and Huai Yi a new perspective. Fatty nodded and echoed, “The doctor is right. Judging from Shang Mo’s grandson’s case, the Hungry Ghost can leave the snow mountain and kill people in other places. There’s nothing on this snow mountain. What’s it doing back here, and what’s it eating? Is it gnawing on ice?”

“So the Hungry Ghost must have returned to the snow mountain because of an irresistible goal,” Fatty said, stroking his chin, very sure.

“From the current situation, I think we can determine that the Hungry Ghost’s goal in returning is us,” Huai Yi said quickly.

Jiang Cheng slowly shook his head, his gaze looking at a location in the camp. Following Jiang Cheng’s line of sight, Fatty and Huai Yi saw a tent. After a moment, Fatty’s pupils contracted slightly. “Him?”

Shang Mo’s tent was special, it was yellow. Only his tent was yellow, so it was easy to identify.

“That’s right.” Huai Yi thought for a moment and nodded very seriously. “The Hungry Ghost first chased after his grandson’s house, killed his grandson’s parents, and now it’s come to find Shang Mo. It makes sense!”

“Perhaps this old thing isn’t as noble as he says. Investigating the cause of his son and daughter-in-law’s death, atoning for his grandson, not wanting the Hungry Ghost to continue doing evil, all of that is just an excuse. What he really wants is to live!”

“The Hungry Ghost has already set its sights on him. No matter where he runs, he can’t escape. Only by climbing Gawa Gaberd Snow Mountain and going to the Holy Maiden’s Tomb at the summit can he have a chance to live!”

“The Holy Maiden’s Tomb is the source of everything!”

Jiang Cheng said in a low voice, “All of this is just our speculation. There’s no direct evidence yet, so we can’t be sure whether it’s true or not. But if the guess is correct, then Shang Mo must have something that the Hungry Ghost wants.”

“Could it be that his grandson stole some treasure from the Holy Maiden’s Tomb?” Fatty asked tentatively.

After all, that’s how it always happened in the movies he watched. A tomb robber steals the treasure used to suppress the coffin, and then the tomb owner, without the treasure, animates, turns into a zombie or a vengeful ghost, and seeks the tomb robber’s life.