Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 466 Shui Yunqing, Guardian of Medicine King Valley [2 more]

Chapter 466: 466 Shui Yunqing, Guardian of Medicine King Valley [2 more]

"Ah——!!!"

With the sudden attack, the young man uncontrollably let out another scream, frantically scrambling backward, trying to escape this horrifying place.

But his limbs were too weak with fear to function, and he didn’t manage to run away; instead, he simply flailed in place.

The young man didn’t feel any human breath, heartbeat, or warmth.

Could it be that he was truly seeing a ghost?!

But if the ghost was so close to him, capable of killing him instantly, why was he still alive?

Perhaps his guess was wrong.

Gritting his teeth, he tentatively opened his eyes, tremulously.

When he saw the face of the person before him, his eyes widened in shock, and he found himself frozen in place.

It wasn’t the ghastly figure he had imagined; this was an extremely young woman.

Her features were incredibly beautiful, like the ink-washed beauties in ancient paintings, with a face that outshone the snow, her complexion fair and delicate.

Her beauty stood out from the rest, making the colors of the world seem dull by comparison.

But the young man had no interest in admiring such beauty because he felt a strong murderous intent, like a black tide, almost submerging him.

The woman just looked at him coldly, not saying a word.

"Don’t... don’t kill me!" the young man cried, clutching his head, his body trembling uncontrollably; he was so frightened that he had lost control of his bladder and bowels, "I’ll never dare to tomb-raid again, I beg you, spare me!"

Those in the tomb-robbing trade more or less encounter supernatural events, and it would be abnormal not to experience such things.

The young man had been in the business for a long time and was used to such occurrences, but this was the first time he’d encountered something like this.

Was this woman human or ghost?!

He could clearly see that she was dressed in clothing from the last years of the Ning Dynasty.

What normal person would be wandering around in ancient clothes in the deep mountains in the dead of night?!

The chill was approaching, and the young man’s hair stood on end, "You, what exactly..."

"Whoosh—"

A flash of cold light streaked from the woman’s sleeve—it was a silver needle!

The needle entered the young man’s flesh, bringing excruciating pain as if it were threading through him.

The silver needle, having flown out and returned without a trace of blood, moved back into the woman’s sleeve.

"Ghosts! There are ghosts!" the young man ran down the mountain in a blind panic, stumbling with every step.

By the time he reached the foot of the mountain, he was covered in blood.

The double blow to his mind and body was too much to bear and he passed out completely.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes quietly observed everything, and soon, the entire valley returned to peace.

A gentle breeze blew, the water rippled slightly.

The moon set in the west, the sun rose.

The east grew bright, and a new day arrived; in Tianshui City in March, the peach blossoms were in full bloom.

The spring was radiant, and the birds chirped incessantly.

After the program crew got off the plane, they freshened up in the hotel and then went to the only teahouse in Tianshui City.

This teahouse had a history of more than two hundred years and was one of the first buildings constructed after the battles of the great armies; it had now become a stopover for tourists coming and going.

Due to the multitude of customers visiting, it was necessary to reserve a spot a week in advance, and the director had booked a private room early on.

"This room has the best view, you can see Medicine King Valley just by looking out," the director stated, "After finishing this cup of tea, we’ll go take a stroll around Medicine King Valley."

Ye Wanlan nodded in agreement.

However, the owner happened to overhear this conversation and became anxious, "Guests, are you planning to visit Medicine King Valley?"

"Yes," the director replied cheerfully, "We came to Tianshui City mainly to visit the remnants of the Taiyi Palace from the past; naturally, we want to have a look at Medicine King Valley."

"No, guests, absolutely not!" the owner insisted more frantically, "You mustn’t go to Medicine King Valley these days, there are ghosts there!"

"..."

The whole table fell silent.

Ye Wanlan also lifted her head and listened intently.

"A ghost?" The director asked uncertainly, "You mean to say there’s a ghost in Medicine King Valley?"

"Yes, it’s terrifying!" The owner rubbed his hands together as if he had seen it with his own eyes and began to describe, "This ghost, its entire body is covered with eyes, and it has eight arms, hey, its speed is incredibly fast—it can run a hundred meters in one second!"

The director felt a chill run down his spine, "This place once was a holy ground for medicine, how could such a thing appear?"

"Who knows? Maybe someone died with grievances in the old days, and now their restless spirit lingers!" the owner lowered his voice, "I see that you all have come from far away and are not familiar with the surrounding area, so heed my advice, don’t enter the Medicine King Valley. Even the archaeology team has stopped work for today."

After he finished speaking, he left the room.

Professor Shen frowned and got up to make a phone call by the window.

After the call, she turned back, "Indeed, the archaeology team has halted their activities."

Ye Wanlan asked, "What happened?"

"Early this morning, the archaeology team found a person with severe injuries at the base of the mountain," Professor Shen said slowly, "He is a lackey of a tomb robbing gang, patrolling the mountain at night, probably looking to find something."

Xu Qingyu was furious, "These tomb robbers are truly despicable, showing no respect for history or life."

"After the tomb robber woke up, he was delirious and kept shouting ’There’s a female ghost in the mountain, don’t go up’, repeatedly saying this sentence," Professor Shen continued, "The medical team has given him a sedative and is still assessing what caused his injuries."

The director was shocked, "Really, is it true?"

"A female ghost in the mountain?" Taoist Xing Yue propped his chin and waved his hand grandiosely, "Don’t be scared, this is exactly my line of work. If there really is such a thing, it could even add to my merit."

Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes fluttered down as her fingers lightly tapped on the table, trying to suppress the storm of shock that raged within her heart.

She naturally wouldn’t believe any talk of a female ghost. Could it be possible that the person the tomb robber saw was Shui Yunqing, who had become a Gu Person?

To the side, Yan Tingfeng’s eyes held a profound light, showing he had the same thought as Ye Wanlan.

However, at the beginning of the twenty-first century, after he woke up in a scenario three hundred years old, he had already searched Medicine King Valley several times and hadn’t found any sign of people.

Would his thoughts prove true this time?

"Then... let’s stick to the plan and go into the mountain," the director steeled his heart, "With Taoist Xing Yue here, there really is no need to worry."

The tea round was filled with people who had heavy thoughts and diverse concerns.

After making contact with the archaeology team, at two in the afternoon, the production team arrived at Medicine King Valley.

"Professor Shen, Professor Li, and Miss Ye, hello." The archaeology team leader was very surprised but his eyes could hardly mask his fatigue, "Something unexpected happened today, so I’m afraid we can’t host you all, please forgive us."

"No need for formalities," Ye Wanlan pondered, "May I see the crazed tomb robber?"

"You may," the archaeology team leader nodded, "However, he has just been given a sedative and is currently unconscious, and we have also determined that his injuries were self-inflicted."

After hearing this, the director was somewhat relieved, "Perhaps he was haunted by his own guilty conscience."

Under the guidance of the archaeology team leader, Ye Wanlan entered the makeshift infirmary.

The young man lay in deep unconsciousness, showing no sign of awakening.

"These are indeed injuries from a fall," Ye Wanlan examined the young man carefully.

Suddenly, when she caught sight of a scar on the young man’s shoulder, her expression changed!

Those were the marks of Silver Needles.

Though minute, she would never mistake them.

Silver Needles could save lives, but could also be used as a deadly weapon.

If the Taiyi Divine Doctor didn’t have some self-defense skills, he wouldn’t be able to roam the Jianghu.

The needle’s tiny size made it difficult for the opponent to notice, often achieving a surprising effect.

This move, she was certain, was Shui Yunqing’s habitual technique—

The Taihe Needle.

This needle would not take a life, but it would damage a person’s nerves.

Even if the tomb robber could awaken, he would only be able to live out his life as a madman.

Leaving the single patient room, Su Xueqing immediately approached.

She paused, her voice strained, "Ah Lan, do you think, ’the female ghost’ they mentioned, could possibly be... Palace Master Yun Qing?"

Ye Wanlan turned back, "It’s not a possibility."

It was a certainty.