Imperial Treasure

Chapter 561 - 362: Ghost Goblet, The Fear in the Heart_2

Knowing that Sui Yi was giving her time to adapt, she smiled and said, "Okay."

Yhan Qingwu walked away, and Sui Yi glanced at the Corpse Pit, his brow slowly furrowing... as if he were deep in thought.

Suddenly!

"Ah~~" The sharp scream echoed through the deep mountain ravine, sounding terrifying, especially since it was a woman’s scream. With the horrific Corpse Pit nearby, it was hardly different from a midnight horror scene. People were searching everywhere; some even rummaged through the bushes. Suddenly scared like that, they almost dropped their guns.

The one who screamed was Third Lady Yin, a woman who liked to make fun of others and was quite capable. She was always dominant. Right then, she suddenly screamed, and the fat man shouted, "What is it now, did you find a human head?"

The first one to reach her wasn’t the fat man but Yhan Qingwu, who was just three steps away from Third Lady Yin. She walked up to her, trying to move closer to see, but the other woman grabbed her arm and pulled her several steps back.

"Hmm?" Yhan Qingwu was puzzled, but the other woman steadied her tone and said, "You’re still young, there are some things it’s better not to see."

With that, Yhan Qingwu felt she should probably take a look even more.

However, Brother Ma and Gen Fengsha quickly ran over to them...

There was nothing else, just a tree. This tree was really large, with a wide canopy and lush green leaves, located on the side of the mountain. In this flat terrain, it was the only bright spot, adding a casual and secluded touch of green, making the place not too desolate or terrifying.

But this tree was different from the ones they usually saw; its bark was especially smooth, reddish-brown, and the green leaves were vibrant. Upon closer inspection, one would feel that this tree was exceptionally fine.

At this moment, Brother Ma and the others, weapons in hand, cautiously looked up inside...

"Oh, what big fruits, like durians, really... Holy shit!" Brother Ma shut his mouth, his face turning pale as he stood there.

"Oh my God!"

Xue the Skillful Hand slipped and quickly used his Qinggong movement technique, darting out seven or eight meters.

Feng Sha just sat down on the ground, his face deathly pale, pupils bloodshot.

"What’s going on, you guys?"

Second Master Gong and Sui Yi approached together...

Just as Sui Yi was about to look, Feng Sha suddenly grabbed Sui Yi’s sleeve, "Miss Sui, you better not look."

Feng Sha always respected her, never daring to overstep, let alone tug at her sleeve. Sui Yi furrowed her brow, stably looking at him.

Did this have something to do with Gong Jiu?

Slowly, Feng Sha let go of her hand and hung his head.

Sui Yi walked in, looked up under the tree...

The intertwined thick or thin branches were adorned with dense leaves, with only small gaps allowing light through. There wasn’t much light, the sky being gloomy and the mist thick. Even if there was light, it was of a very low brightness. But even such light was enough for Sui Yi to clearly see hanging among the branches and leaves...

Fruits?

Obviously not.

They were human heads.

Sui Yi’s gaze slowly slid over those severed heads, pausing for a moment before settling on one in particular.

It belonged to Gong Jiu.

Upon closer inspection, there was the Flower Demon’s...

Brother Ma, Han Gao, Zhang Wei, Shen...

Familiar heads eerily and coldly hung on the branches, hidden among the leaves.

When the wind blew, the leaves rustled, but these heads didn’t move; they just stared straight ahead, some looking down, others up, some missing eyeballs, leaving dark hollows...

The blood vessels and bones of their necks were distinctly visible.

Sui Yi’s breathing stopped there, her eyebrows knitted in grief, she closed her eyes, then looked up again, still seeing heads.

But she exhaled and turned to look towards Second Master Gong.

Second Master Gong’s complexion was not looking good either.

"So many heads... all belong to those people before..."

Second Master Gong’s words made Sui Yi’s gaze pause, and before she could speak, the fat man had already regained his energy, shouting in a loud, coarse voice, "Are you seeing the heads of those short-lived ghosts?"

"Damn it, I’m seeing my own head... really freaking weird, why would it be my head?"

The village chief was actually the least able to bear it, sitting on the ground, face pale, "...It’s Er Ya’s head... Er Ya, Er Ya... finally found where you are."

"Wrong, fatty, I didn’t see your head, I only saw my own," Skinny Waist exclaimed, almost wishing he could argue with the fatty about whose heads were hanging up there.

Well, now the real problem has arrived.

"We all saw different things," Sui Yi flicked her hand, "spread out a bit... this tree is somewhat strange."

Yhan Qingwu also saw now, perhaps due to the impact of the corpse pit before, she seemed very calm as people spread out, she glanced at the tree top, "Ah Yi, I saw your head."

Sui Yi turned her head to look at her, the other softly said, "Whatever you fear most in your heart, that’s what you will see... It confuses and misleads the mind, this is the Ghost Cup Tree, I’ve only read about it in the Tang Sect’s archives before, but this is the first time I’ve actually seen it..."

"This tree emits a special smell, it must be poisonous, previously we didn’t notice because the smell of decay masked it, but we have breathed in quite a lot, hence it confuses the mind, and what you see is what you fear most..."

Sui Yi had just seen Gong Jiu’s head and knew there was a problem with this tree, but didn’t know exactly what it was until Yhan Qingwu explained.

The others also instantly understood.

"So that’s it, I was wondering why I saw my own head," the fatty remarked nonchalantly, relieved, while Third Lady Yin scoffed, "Scared of death, huh~"

"Hmph!" The fatty was too lazy to argue and suddenly noticing the village chief said, "Old man, this tree messes with your mind, don’t be sad, your daughter isn’t up there..."

"I know this tree uses Ghost Cup Technique to mess with the mind, but our family has naturally lived in these woods for generations, we are not afraid of this tree, so what I see is real..."

So, are there really heads up there, and actually the village chief’s daughter’s head? (To be continued. If you like this work, I invite you to vote on qidian.com, cast your monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)