Chen Jian Sheng's face was still flushed, not sure if it was the effect of alcohol or being teased by Hong Jie.

He shook his head and cursed, "Damn it! A bunch of monkeys! Give me the knife, I'll stab them all to death!"

"Don't, Chen Tugong, don't be impulsive," I said through the pain. "You can't underestimate these beasts, doing so would be walking straight into death."

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This steep path is probably the only way up, but after all this effort to find it, we can't get past because of a bunch of animals. It's incredibly frustrating!

If only I had a gun, if I had that kind of weapon back then, I would have just fired a whole clip at him, guaranteeing I could turn him into a hornet's nest.

Let's discuss and figure out how to deal with these things. Let's come up with a plan together.

Hongjie had an idea.

She said she could let one person go in first to draw the things' attention, luring them away so that the other two could pass safely without being seen.

Under the circumstances, and without causing a complete collapse, this could be a way forward. However, the question that arises is, who would do it?

Hong Jie looked directly at Chen Jian Sheng.

>You went, things turned out like this, you bear the greatest responsibility.

Hong Jie said coldly.

I thought Chen Jian-sheng would argue, after all, this could potentially result in death.

To his surprise, he lowered his head.

"Alright, I'll go then. You guys hide behind."

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He didn't argue and agreed to this piece. Hong Jie was clearly taken aback.

"Like I've had a drink, Chen Jian Sheng cupped his hands and said: 'Youngsters, my name is Chen Houqin. I have something to tell you all. The reason for this matter lies with me. If we were to be stoned to death by these rocks, it wouldn't be undeserved. However, there's something else I want you to know. I am not only a common grave robber, but also the descendant of Bai Chun Dian from Pingmen."

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"Hong Jie was stunned and said, "Bai Chun Dian, you say that you are the descendant of the Eight Small Doors' Gatekeeper?"

Chen Jian-sheng nodded, "Yeah, nothing strange about it, I just want to pay a visit."

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I was also just informed of this news and am a little surprised.

These eight small gates, what they say, now many people don't know.

During the late Qing and early Republic of China periods, besides tomb robbers ("Daomén"), con artists ("Qiánmén"), and practitioners who dealt with the dead ("Yinqìmén"), there were also four major factions and eight minor factions in the folk Jianghu.

Wind, horse, goose, sparrow, the four major gates.

Gold, skin, color, hanging, appraisal, group, tune, willow, eight small gates.

This also includes vendors selling plasters, knives, buns, performing magic tricks, storytellers, face-readers, medicine for insects and eyes, along with loan sharks. There are also people practicing qigong by smashing stones on their chests, like the famous Wang Mazizi's scissors and Qifeng Baozi shop. Their descendants are the insiders of the former Eight Small Doors.

Chen Jian-sheng said he was the inheritor of Bai Chun-dian, an elder from the Baxiaomen (Eight Small Gates), which means he was a storyteller. There are many rumors about Bai Chun-dian in the industry. One of the most famous ones is that Mr. Bai could tell ghost stories.

Just like ghost stories and operas, the audience for these folk tales aren't human.

In the past, when someone died in an old society, the head of the household would often hire people to perform opera and recite ghost stories.

The nature of this matter and the current situation are similar to those faced by the dance troupe.

Speak to ghosts.

Sing to the ghosts.

Make a good connection in the underworld.

Bai Chun, that's just the kind of person he is.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jian Sheng, who appears unremarkable, actually has this layer of identity.

Chen Jiansheng let out a hearty laugh and said, "Sorry, Chen Houqin. After all, our two factions refuse to back down. I'm not Chen Jiansheng, you see. In reality, my name is Bai Jiansheng."

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

If I don't reveal my identity, I'll be killed. That would be terrible. But even if things get bad, I'm still one of the Eight Gates people. It's best to send a message out anyway.

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"Chūn diǎn píng mén Bái Jiàn shēng, sǐ zài le Shun Dé fēi é shān lǐ." Let me know if you need anything else translated!

If the message gets out, we'll die with our names known.

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