"Stop talking nonsense!"
Li Qingmu's gaze was chilling. Yue'er was in such a state, yet this Great Monk was speaking like this? What had they been toiling over all this time? It had all been in vain!
The Great Monk clasped his hands together: "This monk does not speak falsely, benefactor. This lady is truly possessed. The remains beneath the sea of flowers are the hiding place of malevolent spirits. You've all been here long enough that more or less the Tomb Miasma Poison has entered your bodies!"
Li Qingmu looked at him distrustfully, his face full of disbelief.
"Amitabha, every word this old monk speaks is true. This place is a large cemetery, not quite like the conditions of a tomb chamber, but the feng shui here has been tampered with, changing the layout. The Tomb Miasma continually rises from below; though invisible to the naked eye, it can indeed kill silently!"
Li Qingmu furrowed his brow and looked at Duanmu Nan.
