Chapter 3 This...is this ruins?! (1/2)

The night wind was cold and damp.

A chill wind swept through the suburban cemetery, bringing with it a unique desolate atmosphere.

As soon as Ruan Tangfu stepped into this quiet place, he took out a pure white incense stick from his spatial storage.

Her fingertips twitched slightly.

A tiny spark rose from the top of the incense stick, which then turned into wisps of smoke that rose straight up.

"Crossing the Dust with Light".

Ruan Tang softly uttered the name of the incense.

Smoke swirled and filled the air, and faint chanting seemed to emanate from it, spreading outwards in layers.

She stood quietly to one side, thinking to herself, "As expected of the incense made by the disciple of Prajna Ocean, it is indeed extraordinary."

I wonder how that mysterious chanting was successfully engraved into the smoke of the burning incense.

With Ruan Tang's arrival, a trace of the original owner's lingering resentment, which had not been completely dispelled, was also brought to this ancestral burial ground.

The fragrance of "Duchen Guang" lingered.

It not only delivers the ordinary souls from the graveyard, but also silently soothes the last lingering attachment of the original owner.

Ruan Tang was completely unaware of this.

She just felt that even if she came to take the treasures from the ancestral tomb according to the karmic agreement with the original owner, she should still show at least some respect.

She was unaware of the world's ritual customs.

The original owner's memory was completely blank regarding this.

Therefore, she could only use the methods of the cultivation world to express her respect.

Only after the "Dust-Crossing Light" had burned out completely and the last wisp of smoke had dissipated in the cool night breeze did Ruan Tang take a step.

She led the puppet straight to the farthest corner of the cemetery.

There stood an inconspicuous tombstone.

It was a wordless monument.

Ruan Tang focused her mind, carefully recalling the methods that her father had taught her from the original owner's memories.

She reached out and pressed down on several inconspicuous protrusions on the tombstone in a specific order and with specific force.

“Clatter.”

A slight mechanical click was heard.

The tombstone slowly rotated to the right.

A deep cave entrance, roughly one meter square, was revealed.

A downward stone staircase winds its way into the deep darkness.

Without any hesitation, the fat old woman puppet stepped into the cave first.

The stone steps are not particularly steep, but there are at least a hundred steps.

Ruan Tang followed behind the puppet, walking down slowly and steadily.

It's unclear how this tomb was designed.

As she finally stepped onto the flat ground at the bottom of the tomb, the tomb lamps embedded in the surrounding walls suddenly lit up all at the same moment with a "poof".

The dim light instantly dispelled the darkness at the bottom of the tomb.

It also illuminated the scene before us.

The underground space was surprisingly spacious.

Ruan Tang estimated that it was over 200 square meters.

Apart from the small open space where she and the puppet were standing, the rest of the area was densely packed with boxes, piled up in layers.

At a rough glance, there are probably several hundred of them.

These boxes vary in size and material, but without exception, they all exude a heavy and substantial feel.

Ruan Tang was not surprised at all.

She gently raised her hand, her thoughts subtly shifting.

In an instant, the hundreds of boxes piled up like a mountain vanished into thin air from the tomb.

She stored all the boxes into her mustard seed space.

The entire tomb chamber became empty in the blink of an eye.

Ruan Tang did not linger for a moment.

She and the puppet quickly retraced their steps back to the ground.

Once the fat old woman puppet restored the rotating tombstone to its original state, Ruan Tang condensed a barely perceptible wisp of energy at her fingertips.

The force silently destroyed the activation mechanism behind the tombstone.

In this way, this place became a true ancestral tomb of the Ruan family.

There are no more hidden entrances that can be discovered by outsiders.

After doing all this, Ruan Tang once again nimbly leaped onto the puppet's broad back.