Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Ning Shu also took out her rations and ate them slowly. She touched a pouch at her waist and felt a little more at ease.

When the time came, she’d at least be able to protect herself.

“Taoist Cheng, you should eat something.” Gu Rui handed Cheng Mingzi a portion of the rations.

“Thank you, Young Master.” Taoist Cheng put the compass in his cloth bag, took the rations, and ate. He kept his eyes on Ning Shu.

Ning Shu naturally noticed Cheng Mingzi’s gaze. She looked at Cheng Mingzi and asked, “Taoist Cheng, why are you staring at me like this? Could it be I have the likeness of a phoenix empress?”

Gu Rui: …

Cheng Mingzi stroked his beard. “Miss, your fate indeed is a bit special. You do have the image of an empress.”

Ning Shu smiled proudly.

“She can be an empress even like this?” Mo Juechen scoffed.

“However, the young lady will die young,” Cheng Mingzi said.

“Hahaha, short-lived empress.” Mo Juechen laughed wildly.

She would obviously have an early death. Otherwise, Ning Shu wouldn’t have entered the mission at such an early point in time.

Ning Shu still didn’t know the storyline or the events that occurred.

Ning Shu glanced at Mo Juechen. “Just keep laughing. Your yintang acupoint is black, so you may not be able to come back alive.”

“Then let’s see who’ll die first. In any case, you’ll definitely die before me.” Mo Juechen rolled his eyes.

Ning Shu narrowed her eyes. Mo Juechen had said this several times and he seemed very sure about it.

Why was he so sure she would die?

Would she really not be able to come back?

Ning Shu’s eyelid twitched and she lowered her head to continue eating.

The group rested for a while before continuing to look for the state preceptor’s tomb.

They still hadn’t found it when night fell.

The group could only camp in the woods.

Ning Shu took off her wet shoes and rubbed her stinging feet. She mobilized her spiritual energy to warm her feet.

Ning Shu took her shoes and dried them by the fire.

“Damn fatty, your feet reek like death.”

“They’re not as stinky as your breath.”

Ning Shu put on her dry shoes and went to her tent. She sat cross-legged to cultivate.

Early the next morning, they resumed their search.

After a long time, the compass finally began to respond. Cheng Mingzi stroked his beard. “There is a response. It’s very good.”

“You found it?”

Cheng Mingzi walked quickly at the front of the group and everyone else hurriedly followed.

In the end, Cheng Mingzi stopped in front of a swamp.

The swamp wasn’t very big, but there was no way to tell how deep it was.

In the absence of modern pumps and excavators, they had to rely entirely on slow and cumbersome manual labor.

“Taoist Cheng, is the tomb below the swamp?” Gu Rui asked.

Cheng Mingzi stroked his beard and looked at the surroundings.

Ning Shu also looked around. The terrain was a layout known as a ‘dead tripe cave,’ which would result in raising corpses.

Corpse raising ground was the most terrifying, dangerous, and taboo place to bury the dead as a feng shui burial site.

After a corpse was buried there, not only would muscles and internal organs not rot, but hair, teeth, nails, etc. would continue to grow.

The corpse would absorb the essence of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers. Due to the light of the sun and moon, some bodily functions would also be restored.

If the state preceptor’s tomb was really here, their situation was even more dangerous, unless they gave up on digging this grave.

Translator: Lili

MTL Editor: Wheat

TLC: Kaho