Chapter 105 Fengdu II

Black Impermanence naturally didn't want to tell him, but the ghost soldiers had no choice. Compared to the cold-faced but warm-hearted Black Lord, they were more afraid of the white-faced but black-hearted White Lord. They dared not offend him, so they told him everything they had seen and heard that day.

After hearing this, Bai Wuchang yawned, thinking that the guy locked up in his room was more interesting.

"Is that all? I'm off. I have four more jobs waiting for me."

Black Impermanence, who hadn't been verbally mocked, was quite surprised. After thinking it over, he realized the other party must not believe their story, otherwise they wouldn't have reacted so calmly. He subconsciously grabbed White Impermanence's belt, saying indignantly, "That's truly the strangest and most unpredictable spirit I've ever seen. I have a feeling he didn't just disappear so easily; he's probably hiding somewhere! Don't take it lightly. When you go to Fengdu for pleasure, be careful!"

Bai Wuchang didn't even look at him. After knocking his hand away, he flipped through the Book of Fate and walked out, muttering, "There are so many souls that have become ill lately. But these four tasks are auspicious, so there shouldn't be any problems."

The four ghostly soldiers waiting outside immediately followed his steps.

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Majutsu finds himself trapped here.

He thought the other party was genuinely just asking for a place to rest for the night, but after the person left, Shinju tried to open the door and went out, only to find that an extremely complex restriction on the door had been activated instantly.

He can't get out.

Neither poison nor force could break it; the cultivation level of the person who set the restriction must be above a major realm.

"..." He truly regretted coming here. If it weren't for the fact that the initial stage of the Five Extremes Scripture stated that cultivation required an extremely yin place, there really weren't many extremely yin places besides the Underworld, and even if there were, they would be extremely difficult to find. Moreover, the Underworld not only had abundant yin energy, but also offered no immediate fear of demons finding him. If he were to return to the mortal realm, it was hard to say whether the demons would immediately notice and send people to hunt him down.

To advance to the middle stage of the Supreme Yin realm, one must first establish the Three Corpse Gods. The upper, middle, and lower corpses reside in the upper, middle, and lower dantian of the human body, respectively. The stronger the evil influence of the three corpses, the stronger the power of Supreme Yin. When he read this passage, he was also astonished. This unorthodox path, the "Five Supreme Scriptures," was truly different from the ordinary orthodox path, even diametrically opposed—Supreme Yin does not sever the three corpses, but rather nurtures them, which was truly unheard of before.

He hadn't even established a single corpse yet, and had originally planned to form a soul contract with the spirits in the underworld, hiring them as his three corpses in return, while he would offer his own essence as nourishment. Whether he could find a suitable ghost was still unknown, but upon arriving here, the underworld was vastly different from what he had imagined. He hadn't expected it to be so desolate, without even a ghost in sight!

Shinjuku lay down on the bedding, his arms supporting his head, his delicate brows slightly furrowed.

However, before he could come up with a solution, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and he could not lift them. He could only close them, and then his body also became heavy, as if he was falling endlessly, being suddenly pulled into a dream by some monster.

Even in his dream, he felt even less free. He found himself tightly held in someone's arms. The embrace felt so familiar, and the intoxicating scent of ambergris filled his nostrils. The embrace was not quite like an embrace, but more like a giant python coiling around him, making it slightly difficult for him to breathe. But in the end, Shinjuku did not break free.

Even though the other person's face was blurry and they didn't move closer, Masaya felt a sudden wetness on his cheek, as if something had slid across it with an irresistible force.

He reached out and wiped his hand, but to his surprise, his outward-facing palm was wet again. This time, the wetness was so slow it seemed to be teasing his nerves, sending a shiver down his spine.

Having been restrained for too long, Shinju stretched his body impatiently, only to find that this was exactly what someone wanted. The posture of raising his hands and stretching his slender waist was just right for the other person to completely press against Shinju's body. As they clashed, the other person let out an impatient sigh.

"Get away..." Shinjuku was fed up with being pestered. Not only were his face, eyelids, and other areas damp, but his cheeks and the soft flesh on the sides of his thighs were especially so, throbbing with a fine, stinging pain, as if they had been repeatedly sucked by some insects, leaving behind traces of blood. Shinjuku let out a rebuke, but the last syllable was soft, and his struggles were not intense. In the eyes of the other person, what difference was there between that and a coquettish act? Therefore, it undoubtedly made the other person's chest resonate with a smug chuckle.

Before the laughter subsided, Shinjuku noticed the person in front of him suddenly hold their breath, their embrace becoming suffocating, with a terrifying force that threatened to crush him. Shinjuku was puzzled until he saw a rotting half-face reflected in the other's dark eyes.

You can't see the other person's face clearly, but you can see the reflection in their eyes, and you can even "see" them shedding tears. Tiny drops of moisture seep into the deep, bone-revealing wound on Shinjuku's face.

Shinju felt extremely uncomfortable and wanted to escape. This time, he really used all his strength and pushed open the other's chest, which was as hard as black iron.

However, there was no need for him to struggle anymore, as the other party had already panicked, because he realized that the person in his arms had turned into a golden full moon in the water, which he could neither touch nor keep.

"Qing'er—"

A heart-wrenching scream pierced through his dream, jolting Shinjuku awake. His chest tightened. The sound echoed in his ears for a long time, so real it felt as if someone had awakened him from reality.

However, the room was still the same room, with no one else around. There was only him, who had even forgotten to cover himself with a blanket, all alone.

Shinjuku sat up, clutching his left chest and catching his breath for a while. After sitting quietly for a moment, he got up and walked to the door, reaching out to try and push it open.

A small corner folded open in the door crack, catching the green light of the lanterns outside.

Clearly, the power of the restriction was so weak it was almost gone. He used only half his strength to open the door completely.

Shinju's golden eyes brightened slightly. Although he didn't know what had happened to that person, he couldn't control such a restriction. But as the saying goes, opportunity knocks but once, and Shinju didn't hesitate for a moment. He hurriedly stepped through the door and left the person's room.

In the underworld, day and night are indistinguishable, and a hazy gray mist hangs in the sky, like leaden clouds covering the entire sky, not letting in any light.

Fortunately, the street wasn't completely dark; it was just like the sky before a downpour or the gloom of dusk. There were eerie green lights shining at his feet, and Shinjuku could still discern the direction. However, without the aid of his divine sense, he was still not used to it.

However, the journey was still not smooth, and collisions still occurred from time to time, which Shinjuku called "encountering demons."

Fortunately, his True Immortal Body was strong enough that none of those mysterious obstacles could stop him.

After wandering aimlessly for a while, a commotion suddenly arose from the east. Shinju slipped into a gap between buildings and quietly observed the situation outside. He discovered a group of ghostly soldiers appearing, shouting and talking to someone, but strangely, they locked onto his location and were about to head this way.

How could they find him? Masaya had a bad feeling and quickly slipped away, running through the streets and alleys.

However, no matter how he ran, the ghost soldiers seemed to have divine eyes, easily spotting his trail and catching up in a few steps, relentlessly pursuing him.

Wherever he went, a strange gust of wind would suddenly rise, causing a series of loud tremors, with objects falling over or doors and windows slamming shut by themselves.

"..." This is too strange. In desperation, Shinjuku simply chose a house whose door was not closed and barged in, then bolted the latch behind the door.

Shinju, who was pressed against the door, listened to the ghostly soldiers outside gathering and shouting, then scattering, without any sign of approaching. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then was it possible to examine the main hall of the house.

It must be said that the house was built quite grandly, with gold and jade ornaments, pots and pans, and all sorts of other things, but after wandering around for a while, I still couldn't find a ghost.

At this moment, an absurd thought flashed through Ci Zifu, but just as Zhen Su was about to unravel the mystery, he was once again overwhelmed by a strong sense of sleepiness and had no choice but to go into the nearest bedroom and lie down on the canopy bed.

At the same time, all seven ghosts in the house were terrified.

The oldest man in the Wan family clutched his chest, his beard bristling and eyes wide, glaring at the uninvited guest, nearly falling ill from fright.

He was lying comfortably in bed, with a warm and soft woman in his arms, when someone brazenly lay down on him. Fortunately, the First Madam was quick-witted and pulled him aside, preventing him from being run over.

At the far end of the large bed, a concubine was huddled, holding a baby in her arms and breastfeeding with her clothes open. When a strange man suddenly barged in, she was so frightened that she immediately covered her collar tightly, almost suffocating the baby.

Fortunately, they were already dead, so they couldn't suffocate.

The three men, who had been cursing and on guard ever since Mayu barged in, rushed into their father's room and hurriedly followed him in. They then witnessed Mayu ignoring the three adults and one child on the bed, acting as if he were in his own home and in his own bed, and then lying down to sleep.

"Who is this person?!" Old Master Wan couldn't move Zhen Su, so he helplessly moved to the foot of the bed and tried to climb down, exclaiming angrily.

The First Madam and the Concubine did not follow them down; instead, they leaned against the brick wall on the inside of the bed and remained motionless.

They were stunned.

The eldest son, the second son, and the youngest son all stood upright by the bed, but none of them thought to help the old man up, because they were also stunned.

Although I only caught a glimpse of it earlier, I didn't get a good look. But now that I'm looking closely, I can't take my eyes off it.

Her hair tie had perhaps come loose, and a few long strands of hair drooped down her forehead, barely touching her eyelids and brushing against her thick, curled eyelashes. Beneath her straight, handsome nose were her lips, which parted slightly with her gentle exhale, glistening with a watery sheen, as if tempting one to commit a sin.

This stunning beauty wore only a thin undergarment and trousers that accentuated her straight shoulders, wasp waist, and long legs. Her skin was as white as milk cake, as smooth as solidified cream, and her earlobes were adorned with gold pearl earrings, exuding both untamed charm and allure. The onlookers almost thought they themselves had intruded into someone else's home, rather than the woman before them; they thought they had stumbled into a brothel and taken a liking to this dashing male courtesan, waiting for her on the bed.

The old man, who had been cursing, came to his senses. He was a womanizer, and now that he was cornered at the foot of the bed, his gaze lingered on someone's feet.

All that could be seen were Shinju's shoes, his toes like jade shoots, fair with a hint of pink, and his beautifully arched feet like meticulously carved bridges, with faint blue veins visible beneath his thin skin, delicate yet full of strength.

For a moment, only heavy breathing could be heard in the room.

In the end, it was the thunderous cries of the neglected baby that hastily brought the family back to their senses.

"What a domineering and ruthless vixen! Let's report this to the authorities!"