The person is gone, but his soul remains there.

  This should be a womans sarcastic remark to her lover when he is distracted by other beautiful women, yet it is not entirely unfounded.

  Earlier, Zhao Zhu had already left the village with the crowd, but his soul remained there, or rather, his consciousness lingered in the village. If it werent for Yan Xing shouting a Taoist mantra into Zhao Zhus ear and striking him on the back of the head with a dustpan imbued with divine power, Zhao Zhu would have probably forgotten everything by now, and his spirit would have followed the old man home to drink wine.

  His body will also become a walking corpse or a vegetable person.

  There are many places and examples like this. According to records, during the invasion of China, a small team of about 7 or 8 people from a certain unit of the Japanese Kwantung Army passed through the ruins of a Chinese village that had been massacred by the Japanese themselves. They heard various sounds in the village, as if the villagers were still alive and talking in the village, but they couldnt see anyone.

  Later that night, six of the Japanese soldiers who returned to their units campsite died. The only survivor was said to have bowed and prayed at the entrance of the village before entering it. According to his own post-war diary, he saw many people in the village, many of whom should have been dead but were still alive and standing in front of him.

  He also saw his comrades being pulled home by other villagers, some went to eat, and some were pulled away by girls. Originally, someone wanted to pull him along too, so he followed along, feeling that whatever the other person said, he wouldnt object. It was a very strange state of mind and feeling, as if he had already lost his ability to think.

  However, halfway through, the oldest elder in the village stopped him and sent him to the village entrance without saying a word. He left in a daze, seeing his comrades walking with him, wondering why they werent eating and playing with the villagers daughters. Later, when they returned to their barracks, he felt unwell and nauseous, so he went to sleep early. It wasnt until the next day that he received news that all six of his other comrades had died suddenly in their sleep.

  Zhao Zhuang woke up and looked around, discovering that not only himself, but also half of the 8 people, were kneeling on the ground panting heavily. Huang Tianxi, Wang Ye, and Ma Ruixi were all in the same state as him, apparently having fallen victim earlier. On the other hand, Li Liangjian, Shi Chong, and Xiao Ge were still normal, along with Yan Xing. This made it clear that there was already a noticeable gap in their abilities.

  "Its almost dawn, lets walk a bit further ahead, theres a mountain stream over there, well set up camp and rest."

  Yan Xing was also a bit tired, having helped several people collect souls in a row, which was no small burden. But they hadnt even entered the ancient tomb yet, and if they lost half of their manpower all at once, then it would be better to just disband the team altogether.

  Shi Chong heard this and muttered in dissatisfaction: "Let these rubbish delay us."

  Because Shi Chong was standing right behind Zhao Zhu, others didnt hear it, but Zhao Zhu did. However, he remained seated on the ground panting, as if he hadnt heard anything.

  Next to the mountain stream, everyone directly took out their sleeping bags and got in. Anyway, it was about to dawn, and there was no need to set up a tent. Yan Xing took out a few incense sticks and lit them, which had a good insect-repelling effect.

  Zhao Zhu was also extremely tired, and the feeling of nausea that kept rising from time to time made him still feel a bit dizzy, so after forcing himself to eat a compressed biscuit, he fell asleep directly.

  From dawn till dusk, Zhao Zhu felt extremely thirsty in his mouth and slowly woke up from his sleep. As it turned out, sleeping was the best way to rejuvenate himself. After a days rest, the previous nausea and dizziness had all disappeared. Zhao Zhu took out a bottle of mineral water and drank it all in one gulp, feeling a refreshing coolness in his chest that was hard to describe.

  However, Zhao Zhu soon became uneasy. Next to him were three sleeping bags, where Huang Tianxi, Wang Ye and Ma Ruiqi were sleeping. But except for these four people, including himself, there was no one else around.

  Yan Xing, Li Liangjian, Shi Chong and Xiao Ke are all not here.

  For a moment, Zhao Zhu bit his lip, he knew what had happened, those four people had abandoned him and the other three, and set off ahead of them.

  "Damn it!"

  Zhao Zhu, in a fit of anger, threw the bottle in his hand and quickly got up to pack his sleeping bag and belongings. He had to catch up with those few people before they walked too far away. After packing up, Zhao Zhu went forward and kicked each of Wang Ye, Huang Tianxi, and Ma Ruixi once. Seeing them dazed and confused after waking up, Zhao Zhu put on his backpack and ran off first. At least one thing the previous encounter had taught Zhao Zhu was that whether he walked alone or with those three people, the actual effect was almost the same. If they encountered any danger, they would all be in the same predicament. Therefore, he had to seize the time and catch up with Yan Xings group of four as soon as possible; otherwise, it was uncertain whether he could even make it alive to the ancient tomb entrance.

  At this time, the benefits of usually insisting on physical exercise appeared. Zhao Zhu carried a bag and jogged slowly in the woods for nearly an hour, but still persisted, and along the way, Zhao Zhu also found some traces that Yan Xing and others had deliberately left behind when they passed by. Although there were photos of maps taken with mobile phones, if they could walk on the road that Yan Xing and others had walked, it would be safer.

  Huang Tianci and the others were still far behind, and it could be said that they had been left far behind by Zhao Zhu. However, at this time, Zhao Zhu was also too busy to take care of them, and he had to take care of himself first.

  Another hour passed, and Zhao Zhu felt that he was getting closer and closer to Yan Xing. Just now, he had found a piece of chewing gum on the bark of a tree, which still had an obvious temperature and viscosity, apparently left not long ago.

  Zhao Zhu adjusted his breathing and continued forward, knowing that he would be able to catch up with the team in front of him within a minute or two. However, just as he had been walking for five minutes, Zhao Zhu had to stop in his tracks because he heard the sound of a suona coming from not far away, accompanied by a womans singing voice.

  "Not at this time, running into lonely ghosts and wild devils."

  Zhao Zhus heart was speechless with rage, wanting to curse his mother. If he had caught up with the team in front now, with Yan Xing and others holding down the fort, it would be no problem to encounter a lone ghost or wild devil in the forest, but now that he was alone, things were a bit tricky.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, about ten breaths later, Zhao Zhu saw a team appearing in front of him. The team was wearing festive red clothes, each person had a red flower on their chest, and their faces were heavily made up with rouge. The people at the front blew loudly on suona horns, while those behind carried a sedan chair, inside which was probably the bride.

  On both sides of the sedan chair, several maids were dressed up and scattering flower petals along the road. This was originally a very auspicious wedding scene, but in Zhao Zhus eyes, it looked very strange. Not to mention how a wedding procession suddenly emerged from the misty forest, just saying that all the people in the procession had their feet off the ground and were floating in mid-air was already enough to explain the problem.

  Rather than provoke them, hed rather avoid them. Zhao Zhu directly ran in another direction, determined not to meet the welcoming party, and as he ran, he felt a bit lost, but couldnt care about that now. He just needed to run out of a safe distance first. Suddenly, his feet slipped on something wet, and before he could react, he fell along with his backpack, rolling into a ditch and then down the slope. This series of falls left Zhao Zhu dazed and confused. As he lay on the ground, gritting his teeth and preparing to get up, a fragrant breeze blew towards him, followed by a large red wedding sedan chair landing in front of him. From inside the sedan chair came a womans gentle and melodious voice:

  "Lang Jun, where are you going? Dont abandon our home, I miss you so much that my heart is racing..."