Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 1588 - 856: The Unpredictability of Human Nature (Part 2)

Chapter 1588: Chapter 856: The Unpredictability of Human Nature (Part 2)

After a moment, he suddenly asked, "What are you looking at? There’s no one in the yard."

Zhao Jinhua breathed a sigh of relief at his words and turned back to explain, "We didn’t come at the right time. As night falls, those Wuchang Ghosts are about to appear."

Zhao Sheng realized that he was afraid of those Wuchang Ghosts.

After perusing many records in the Secret Pavilion, he was very clear about the secrets of Wuchang City.

This city is by the river and near the mountains. The residents are all tall and strong. During the day, they live like normal people, but at night, they transform into Wuchang Ghosts, wandering around the city, attacking any outcasts they encounter.

Zhao Sheng and these Immortal Ruins Guests who sneaked into Wuchang City naturally became the targets of these Wuchang Ghosts.

Although called Wuchang Ghosts, they are actually a type of Living Dead similar to zombies. Not only do they possess the indestructible strength of a Vajra Body, but once bitten, you will soon become one of them.

Of course,

as long as you don’t venture out at night and stay hidden honestly, those Wuchang Ghosts won’t find you.

In short, in Wuchang City, as long as you don’t court death, you won’t die!

Zhao Jinhua patiently explained the various taboos and anomalies of Wuchang City to Zhao Sheng.

Even though he already knew, Zhao Sheng still listened very earnestly.

Moments later, night fell, and the surroundings instantly turned into pitch darkness, black enough that one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face.

Before long, a rustling noise could be heard outside the courtyard, with gusts of eerie wind, and huge figures, taller than half the courtyard wall, drifted past the door.

Occasionally, a dull thud could be heard from the courtyard walls, the sound of Wuchang Ghosts inadvertently bumping into them.

Zhao Sheng and another hid in a specially dug cellar underground, quietly awaiting the arrival of daylight.

Unknowingly, the night passed, darkness faded away, and daylight arrived as expected.

The sky was bright, and smoke from cooking once again rose in Wuchang City, with pedestrians gradually appearing on the streets.

As the roadside shops opened for business one after another, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Jinhua also left the small courtyard and stepped into the north-south street.

The street was bustling with people, each with kind expressions and earlobes hanging extendedly, yet each over a considerable height, unusually robust. Even the women were taller than the average person.

Zhao Sheng and Zhao Jinhua blended into the crowd, looking like two completely different people.

The north-south street wasn’t long. After walking more than three hundred steps, they arrived at the entrance of a rather quiet inn.

The sign in the center of the inn bore the large words "Yuelai Inn," with a couplet on each side of the door pillars: "Guests come from all directions, warmly welcoming guests from the Four Seas."

"This is the place." Zhao Jinhua said in a low voice, then led Zhao Sheng inside the inn.

Upon entering, they were immediately greeted by a tall, plump red-clad servant with a naive-looking face, who asked with a smile, "Are you two here for a meal or a stay?"

Zhao Jinhua said, "We are here to see an old acquaintance in the Hidden Courtyard, who resides in Room A.

The red-clad servant’s smile slightly faded, nodding slightly, "I see. Guests from ’out of town,’ please follow me."

"Thank you for guiding us," Zhao Jinhua whispered, giving Zhao Sheng a subtle look.

The red-clad servant led them to a wall in the backyard; somehow pressing a spot, the entire wall swiftly sank into the ground.

Before them appeared a green stone road, flanked by layers of courtyards with tall and thick walls exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

The three of them stopped in front of the second courtyard, the red-clad servant opened the gate, gesturing for them to enter.

Zhao Jinhua nodded, then stepped into the courtyard, with Zhao Sheng following silently.

The courtyard was deep, with a Bodhi Tree standing gracefully like an umbrella, giving off a fragrant scent.

At this moment, a handsome young master with a vertical mark on his brow was waiting under the tree.

Zhao Jinhua, having a deep relationship with this person, exchanged a few pleasantries before quickly introducing him, "This is our clan’s Daoist Zhao Wuming."

Then he introduced to Zhao Sheng, "This is the Taoist friend Tong from the Taiching Spirit Realm,"

Zhao Sheng cupped his hands and said, "Taoist Tong, I am Zhao Wuming, nice to meet you."

"I am Tong Xin. You truly plan to return to the Taiching Spirit Realm with me?"

At this moment, Tong Xin scrutinized Zhao Sheng, still half doubtful.

"We’ll know once we try," Zhao Sheng responded calmly.

"Good, let’s leave immediately," Tong Xin said, squinting his eyes slightly.

Seeing this, Zhao Jinhua’s face grew solemn, and he quickly retrieved a black Sumeru Ring from his bosom, handing it to Tong Xin.

The Sumeru Ring contained the "compensation" previously agreed upon, which was now given to Tong Xin as a gesture of sincerity.

Tong Xin gripped the Sumeru Ring, a hint of smile reappearing on his face.

Soon after, Tong Xin stood beneath the Bodhi Tree, first nodding to Zhao Sheng and Zhao Jinhua, then disappeared without a trace.

Almost at the same instant, Zhao Sheng lightly touched the invisible Silk Strings connecting to the Taiching Spirit Realm, and following his senses, he vanished into thin air.

...

This was a massive valley surrounded by mountains, with a barren bottom smooth like a mirror, intricately carved with countless complex patterns.

Around the valley stood the massive thirty-three-zhang-high, thick black iron pillars, each topped by a white-robed cultivator with a vertical mark on the forehead.

The atmosphere in the valley was heavy and oppressive, with all the white-robed cultivators appearing solemn and silent, as if waiting for something.

At this moment, in the center of the valley floor, Tong Xin, who had returned to the Lower Realm, appeared out of thin air.

As soon as Tong Xin appeared, the cultivators were instantly filled with excitement, activating their Mysterious Skills, their Mana pouring ferociously into the Array Pillar at their feet.