Chapter 117: Burial Mound, Tearing Off Paper!

"F*ck, what's wrong with you, man? What are you staring at?" Si Yinghua looked strangely at Lu Chengfu, who had been hysterical at first but was now inexplicably dazed.

"Yeah, man, why are you looking at me? I'm not a girl, and there's no flower on my face!" Wang Xuewen was also baffled, thinking to himself that this kid Chengfu was too cowardly. He couldn't have really been scared silly, right?

Qi Hao and Jian Chongying were also quite worried when they looked at Lu Chengfu. Since entering the tomb, this guy's mood had been off. Qi Hao couldn't help but pat Lu Chengfu on the shoulder.

Only then did Lu Chengfu snap back to his senses. His expression was still lost, however, and his eyes only cleared up a while later. The earlier scene was already long gone, while Wang Xuewen, who had been sharpening his knife on a stone pillar on the side and smiling eerily, had disappeared, leaving only the talisman in Lu Chengfu's palm to burn even hotter.