CHAPTER 648: CHAPTER 648: LIU BANG BEHEADING SNAKE STATUE

Hearing Zhang Zidao’s words, my little heart also skipped a beat, but I made an effort to stay calm, "Not necessarily! No fourth person knows about this, and the cremated remains have been dealt with. She was in retreat and couldn’t be disturbed, Ten Thousand Poison Hall might not even know..." Zhao Zheng was dead.

I gave Zhang Zidao a look that said "you know what I’m talking about."

Zhang Zidao got the hint after a moment and muttered, "My smart disciple, so what the heck is going on with this disgusting corpse water being splashed down?"

When a master asks his disciple what’s going on, it’s pretty unreliable.

Even more outrageous is the fact that the master has lived for three hundred years and is a grandmaster!!

"Let’s just wait and see for now. Since Ten Thousand Poison Hall has sprinkled the corpse water, they’ll definitely take some action." As if to prove my point, I hadn’t even finished speaking.

The bus came to a sudden halt as if it had hit something, stopping amidst a huge jolt.

I had buckled my seatbelt properly and only leaned forward slightly.

Zhang Zidao, perhaps relying on his high cultivation, hadn’t bothered with this contraption.

The immense inertia threw his slender body out, causing him to crash onto a chicken cage in the front row and take a solid fall.

The passengers nearby were startled, "Old man, are you alright? Why didn’t you wear your seatbelt?"

"Ouch, at my age, this kind of fall could break several ribs."

"Unfortunately, there’s no village in front, no shop behind, and no hospital around."

Zhang Zidao climbed up with an embarrassed red face.

His chin deeply marked with the deep red impression of a chicken cage, "No worries, old Taoist... cough~ I’m fine, thank you all for your concern."

Having said that, he had just fallen flat on his face.

Then he swiftly made his way back to his seat with light footsteps.

Everyone couldn’t help but think that this old man must have exercised a lot in his time, maybe even dancing in the square.

Despite such a fall, he was still agile.

A good while passed, and the bus still hadn’t started.

The bus’s initially tranquil atmosphere gradually became restless.

The few curious men who went out to check came back onto the bus, their faces looking somewhat ugly.

They were drenched with rainwater, which smelled incredibly foul.

Droplets fell from their bodies, one by one.

But at this moment, with the bus stuck in the middle of the road on such a rainy night, almost no one noticed it.

"Did we hit a rock that’d fallen from the mountain?" someone asked.

The group of men appeared solemn, and instantly the air grew heavy.

After a short period, a person with strong nerves said, "The way in front of the bus is blocked... blocked by a black stone statue."

"Then just move the statue aside, what’s there to be afraid of?"

"Exactly, I thought it was something serious."

"Hurry up, if we stay here too long and there really is a landslide, what then?"

...

Zhang Zidao covered his lips with his sleeve and whispered, "Why isn’t anyone curious about how a stone statue could appear on a mountain road in the middle of the night?"

"Perhaps the statue is not simple?" I guessed just then.

The pale-faced man exclaimed in terror, "We... six of us together, couldn’t lift it!"

How heavy could that stone statue be if six men couldn’t lift it?

"You must not have eaten enough! It doesn’t look that big to me," someone stood up and glanced towards the windshield, "I think it weighs at most fifty or sixty pounds."

Bursts of laughter echoed through the bus, mocking the burly men who appeared strong but were deemed hollow and ornamental.

I narrowed my eyes and half rose to my feet.

Standing on my tiptoes, I peered over the obstacles to see the situation in front of the windshield.

As I tried to discern the shape of the dark object in the rain, I specifically used Spiritual Eye.

The moment I saw it clearly, a sudden chill ran through me, "Master, that... is a Beheading Snake Statue."