In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me! Chapter 292: The Secret of Feigned Death

Yue Mingxuan ground his teeth. "What exactly do you want?"

"Nothing much. Wherever you’re going, just take along."

Shang Qinghua stood there gracefully.

If the timing were different, he might truly resemble a banished immortal descended to the mortal world.

But at this mont, in Yue Mingxuan’s eyes, he looked more like the embodint of a malicious ghost.

"You!" Yue Mingxuan almost raised his voice to scold him, but then he rembered Shang Qinghua’s earlier words.

He personally did not care much about reputation, but if people found out that he had secretly t Prince Shang in the middle of the night, those people who still harbored feelings for Shang Qinghua would surely devour him alive.

Everyone knew how terrifying jealous people could be.

It was enough to drive a person mad.

Yue Mingxuan was already overwheld as it was, he had no desire to invite even more trouble upon himself.

"Fine then, as long as you dare to go," Yue Mingxuan finally said.

Thinking about the place he intended to visit, he deliberately added that remark.

He did not actually believe Shang Qinghua lacked the courage, but people of this era were rather superstitious about such matters.

Gongsun Xing’s earlier reluctant attitude had already made that clear.

Although Yue Mingxuan himself did not believe in ghosts or spirits, there were plenty of people who did.

Even soone as skilled in dicine as Gongsun Xing could not completely escape such beliefs.

Yue Mingxuan had not believed that Shang Qinghua would agree without hesitation to accompany him there.

However, when they finally arrived in front of the tomb, Yue Mingxuan found himself completely stunned.

He was certain that with Shang Qinghua’s intelligence network, it would be impossible for him not to know exactly what kind of place this was.

Yet Shang Qinghua said nothing at all, not even furrowing his brows, though, of course, it was entirely possible that he was simply hiding his true thoughts.

But regardless, Shang Qinghua was still a man of this era.

For soone from this ti to possess such courage was rather admirable.

"So you really ca here again," Shang Qinghua said as if he had expected it all along. He sighed lightly. "You’ve already co here so many tis. Still not satisfied?"

"There are still too many things without answers." Yue Mingxuan spread his hands helplessly.

Honestly, even as a modern person, this was not a place he wanted to visit.

Even knowing perfectly well that ghosts and spirits did not exist did not make the place any more appealing.

Shang Qinghua grabbed his hand and said, "Let’s make this quick."

Yue Mingxuan did not argue.

He also had no desire to linger too long in such a gloomy place.

He was a perfectly healthy and normal transmigrator, not so professional tomb raider.

Although, the last ti he had co here, he had indeed taken a small portion of Consort Wan’s burial objects with him, of course, he knew that kind of behavior was not exactly proper.

"This sort of place is hardly auspicious. It’s better not to co here often," Shang Qinghua warned, even though he had followed Yue Mingxuan inside.

Yue Mingxuan sighed. "You don’t need to tell that. I know it already. But there’s no helping it, I have to co."

"What else are you hoping to find out?"

Yue Mingxuan shook his head and did not answer.

There were simply too many things he wanted to know now, and he could not be certain whether Consort Wan’s tomb contained the answers he sought.

But when it ca down to it, there really was no better place to search for them.

Having visited several tis already, Yue Mingxuan was now thoroughly familiar with the place.

He had seen Consort Wan’s burial chamber many tis and he had examined every martial arts inscription carved along the walls.

Back when he had not yet begun cultivating the Ninefold Celestial Mystery, the murals on the wall had rely looked like the chaotic scribblings of soone who had gone mad from practicing martial arts.

But now, he seed able to see far more within them.

Consort Wan had indeed "died" once in the past, but it had only been a feigned death.

At first, Yue Mingxuan had not understood the strange and chaotic murals.

Later, he assud Consort Wan had simply gone insane from cultivating Ninefold Celestial Mystery.

Only now did he realize that the truth was far more complicated.

It was true that Ninefold Celestial Mystery was a cultivation technique extrely prone to causing internal energy deviation.

Forcing one’s internal energy to flow in reverse was indeed an incredibly difficult and painful process.

Although Yue Mingxuan did not know why Consort Wan had insisted on practicing it, he had begun to notice sothing unusual.

In the mural where two figures were fighting, one of them appeared almost as if they’re already dead and their movents extrely passive.

Yet that person never truly died.

In the end, they suddenly leapt to their feet and killed the opponent who had seed to hold the advantage the entire ti.

Feigning death!

A sudden thought seed to strike Yue Mingxuan’s mind.

He sat down cross-legged like a monk in deep ditation and remain completely motionless.

Although Shang Qinghua was extrely worried about him, Yue Mingxuan appeared deeply focused and it did not seem appropriate to interrupt him.

In the end, Shang Qinghua could only stand there and watch.

Yue Mingxuan remained seated for an entire hour.

During that whole hour, he did not move even once.

This surprised Shang Qinghua greatly.

After all, Yue Mingxuan was normally soone who could hardly sit still for long.

Although nothing about Yue Mingxuan’s expression seed particularly unusual, the way he looked now was still rather unsettling.

No matter what, Shang Qinghua could not possibly leave Yue Mingxuan alone inside the tomb and simply walk away.

"Even though I don’t know what’s going on with you," Shang Qinghua murmured with a quiet sigh, reaching out a hand to touch Yue Mingxuan’s face, "I hope nothing happens to you."