“Alright, alright, it’s our turn.” Lei Mingyu said impatiently, as their time was already tight, and this fatty was still taking more than his share.

But the fatty didn't see it that way. He struggled and shouted at the statue, "Niangniang, it's not that I don't want to show you respect. You can see, they won't let me. Niangniang, you must remember me! I… I'm called Wang Fugui!"

"At night, it's dark and shadowy. If you grace us with your presence, be sure to see clearly who you're dealing with before you act. I'm one of you, Niangniang!"

In the end, Lei Mingyu and Du Moyu each dragged one of his arms and threw him to the side.

Jiang Cheng watched the fun from the side, thinking that this fatty was getting more and more talented. If he were the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess), he'd probably be too embarrassed to deal a fatal blow to such a pious and eloquent fatty.

After the worship, everyone began to search for treasure.

But this time, almost everyone surrounded Yu Chengmu, following him closely.

The reason was simple: Yu Chengmu, the old fox, knew a lot. Following him offered the best chance of finding treasure.

But Yu Chengmu was unhurried, looking left and right, seemingly searching earnestly, but in the end, he just stayed in a small area, an area they had already searched repeatedly, to the point of almost tearing up the ground to look.

Knowing that the old guy was stalling, Jiang Cheng and Chen Hao both had an idea.

They excused themselves to search on the other side, saying that spreading out would be more efficient, leaving the fatty and Lei Mingyu to keep an eye on him.

Du Moyu stroked his chin, leaned against a pillar, and squinted. "Hehe, I know what you two are thinking. Deliberately walking away to leave the old guy an opportunity to find the treasure, right?"

It was a simple logic, and Jiang Cheng didn't bother to explain much. "We've been here for so long, and Yu Chengmu has been wandering around aimlessly, not in a hurry at all. What does that say?"

"He knew where the treasure was hidden all along, so he's not in a hurry," Chen Hao added in a low voice. "He's waiting for the right moment."

"This thing is very important. No matter what, we must get it into our hands." A rare hint of ruthlessness flashed in Du Moyu's eyes. "Otherwise, we won't get through tonight..."

His confidence came entirely from Lei Mingyu. Now it seemed that the task was nearing its end. According to previous missions, Lei Mingyu should be able to use the power of that door soon.

He just didn't know if there were any disciples among Yu Chengmu, Jia Jinliang, and their group.

He guessed that there likely were, but he wasn't sure who it was.

A moment later, just as Jiang Cheng was gently tapping on a loose floor tile with a捡来的木棍 (jian lai de mugun, a wooden stick he'd picked up), trying to see if there was a hidden compartment underneath, a sudden burst of noise erupted behind the statue, "Found it!"

Hearing this, the others quickly rushed over. They saw Yu Chengmu flanked by the fatty and Lei Mingyu, with A Biao and Jia Jinliang unable to get close. In Yu Chengmu's hands, he held a bell.

The bell was quite large, with a cylindrical handle and a hanging ring on top. It was made of bronze and looked like an antique.

"This is..." Du Moyu stared at the bronze bell, seemingly recognizing it.

Yu Chengmu nodded slightly and said in a very somber voice, "It's a zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell), a magical artifact used by corpse drivers (people who transport corpses) for night travel. The corpse driver holds the zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell) and hangs a small gong, called a huanyin luo (陰-calling gong), at the waist."

"Forty-nine steps are a small cycle, requiring a shake of the zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell). First, to soothe and settle the souls, and second, to warn pedestrians traveling at night to quickly avoid it, lest they collide."

"Nine small cycles are a large cycle, requiring a strike of the huanyin luo (陰-calling gong). This is for the wandering spirits along the way, warning them not to mess around, as there is a corpse driver suppressing them here."

Jiang Cheng stared at the so-called zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell), looking puzzled. He turned to Yu Chengmu and asked, "Besides this zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell), does the old master have any other findings?"

"No more." Yu Chengmu raised his heavy eyelids and said in a warning tone, "This zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell) is crucial for tonight's corpse driving."

Chen Hao glanced at Lei Mingyu, who nodded in affirmation. It seemed Yu Chengmu wasn't lying.

Chen Hao smiled, looked at Yu Chengmu with admiration, and said politely, "Elder Yu, may I take a look at this zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell)?"

Yu Chengmu sighed, "It's not that I don't trust little friend Chen, it's just that this zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell) is too strange, and..." Yu Chengmu paused, looking embarrassed, "When I took this thing out just now, I was careless and dropped it on the ground, breaking some of the sealing wax inside. It was fortunate that little friend, the fatty, was quick-witted and prevented a disaster. I apologize for my impudence." Yu Chengmu bowed slightly to the fatty, expressing his gratitude.

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly. He keenly sensed that something was wrong, but he hadn't found it yet.

"Sealing wax..." Lei Mingyu was a little surprised.

"That's right." Yu Chengmu held the zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell), not intending to hand it over to anyone else, but just raised the bell to let everyone see inside. Sure enough, the inside was sealed with something like amber, and there were already several cracks on it.

"This zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell) can only be rung on the corpse driving road, otherwise, it is easy to attract evil spirits." Yu Chengmu's voice carried a warning.

"Is that so?" Chen Hao thought for a moment, then looked at the zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell) and said, "Elder Yu, if I'm not mistaken, the person who holds the zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell) tonight will have to take on the responsibility of driving the corpses."

Yu Chengmu looked at him, seeming to know that he had more to say.

Chen Hao's expression remained unchanged, and he continued, "That is to say, this corpse driver will face greater risks than others, and the small and large cycles must be done correctly, or they will be missed. This junior is willing to take on such a heavy responsibility."

The fatty couldn't help but gasp. He didn't expect Chen Hao, who had been very gentle, to say such a thing. This was practically a blatant grab. After all, Yu Chengmu had found the thing.

Sure enough, as Chen Hao's words landed, the atmosphere in the temple instantly plummeted. Yu Chengmu stared into Chen Hao's eyes, his mouth slightly raised, looking very provocative.

A Biao stood up without hesitation, standing by Yu Chengmu's side to support him, staring at Chen Hao with a sneer.

Lei Mingyu also didn't show weakness, rolling up his sleeves, the veins on the back of his hand exposed. It seemed he intended to resort to force.

At this time, there was no need to talk about Jianghu (martial world) morality. Whoever had the bigger fist got the thing. After all, the village chief had already made it very clear that with this treasure, they could ensure their safety.

Just as everyone's nerves were stretched tight and they were about to make a move, Yu Chengmu suddenly smiled and handed the zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell) over to Chen Hao, "Since little friend Chen has this intention, then it's fine to temporarily entrust this treasure to you. Everyone... must not hurt our harmony for this little matter."

Even Chen Hao didn't expect this move. He hesitated.

Yu Chengmu narrowed his eyes and slowly retracted his outstretched hand. "Hehe, since little friend Chen isn't ready, then I'll just..."

Chen Hao suddenly reached out and took the zhenhun ling (soul-鎮ing bell).