Chapter 220: Wind Erosion

Chang Feichang probably accepted the mission from the mob and came to the Old Ghost Palace in person to steal the pass to Spark Island. However, there is another old ghost king in the old ghost palace who crawls around in the dark and attacks indiscriminately.

Moreover, Chang Feichang should have arrived at the Old Ghost King's palace after the ghost cultivator successfully stole the water piano. Apparently, the Mad King became more alert because the water harp was stolen, which led to the failure of Chang Feichang's mission. Very lucky always seems to be pretty bad.

Perhaps when Chang Feichang encountered the mysterious man and the popping disciples of Qingji Sect that day, he had already been injured in the Ghost King Palace. Chang Feichang originally wanted to rest for a while at the border of the ghost world, and then continue exploring the Ghost King's Palace. Who knew that as soon as he went out, he ran into the incident of Qingji Sect's disciples being attacked by a flute player.

This is such bad luck!

While Wen Siheng and Duan Ying were sent outside the yard to inquire about the news. Huang Zhutao whispered to Ning Mingmei, "Brother Ning, what should we do now? Should we kill the ghost cultivator inside?"

Ning Mingmei pushed up his glasses and said, "No need."

Huang Zhutao said, "Brother Ning, are you really going to let her go?"

"There is another use for her." Ning Mingmei said, "She is the niece of Marquis Fengshi."

Huang Zhutao: "That's great, we can use her to get closer to Fengshi Hou..."

Ning Mingmei: "It's a pity that she killed her stepmother, beat her father, and then ran away."

Huang Zhutao: "...What should we do then?"

Ning Mingmei: "She is familiar with Fengshi Hou, so she is responsible for making the fraudulent calls."

Huang Zhutao: “Ah?”

There was some noise outside the courtyard. Ning Mingmei frowned, opened the door and entered the room.

The ghost cultivator named Feng Yue did try to untie the ropes that bound him. However, after many industrial upgrades in the world of immortal cultivation, the Immortal Binding Rope has moved into the polymer field and can no longer be cut. She was dejected, having accepted her fate of being captured, but her expression was still fierce: "What are you going to do?"

Ning Mingmei said, "Nothing, just hand you back to your uncle. I didn't expect you to be so valuable. Your father hates you to the core, how do you think he will get rid of you?"

"He and that woman killed my mother, they all deserved to die! There is no good man in the world!" Feng Yue shouted, but her voice gradually weakened.

She realized that Ning Mingmei might be serious about what he said.

Ning Mingmei saw that she was indeed afraid, so he comforted her, "Don't be afraid, drink this water first."

Haven't had any water all day. Feng Yue gulped down the water and said hoarsely, "Don't send me back. I can tell you anything else you want to know."

Ning Mingmei said, "You said you don't want to send it, so what? I don't need information, I just need money."

"money?"

"If you make 30 million, I'll let you go." Ning Mingmei said, "Does this sound like a good idea?"

"Thirty million!" Feng Yue gasped, "Where can I find thirty million to give you?"

Ning Mingmei said: "It is well known that the old ghost king is crazy. A madman has no civil capacity for his own property."

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"The Old Ghost King's Palace is a thousand-year-old building and an important material cultural heritage of the ghost world. But now, the Old Ghost King has long exceeded the 70-year ownership period, and he still refuses to leave the Old Ghost King's Palace. Do you think this is reasonable? It's a small matter if he starves to death in the Ghost King's Palace, but what if he goes crazy and destroys the cultural relics in the Ghost King's Palace?"

"Only people in the Immortal Realm can better protect the cultural relics of the Ghost Realm. The Immortal Realm has established a complete cultural relic protection system. Only the Immortal Realm is the civilized people among the six realms. All the cultural relics in the Ghost King's Palace will be collected in a special museum in the Immortal Realm. Considering that the Ghost Realm is the underworld, this museum will be named the Great Yin Museum by us."

Feng Yue: "But..."

Ning Mingmei: "You killed so many people, you should be sentenced to death. But the way you looked at me when you were playing connect the dots just now aroused my pity. The cruel and sinister ghost cultivator is just a lonely child."

Lonely! child!

Ning Mingmei continued, "This also makes me realize that the ghost world lacks entertainment activities. So, I am considering benefiting the ghost world after leaving it and providing some online card-playing entertainment activities for the ghost world. By then, you will be the director of the entertainment park. What do you think?"

Feng Yue said: "But..."

Ning Mingmei: "By the way, the bowl of water just now was poisonous."

Feng Yue:￥#……#￥@……@! !

"It's not that easy to kill the old Ghost King." Feng Yue said gloomily, "The old Ghost King is extremely powerful. Otherwise, Feng Xiehou would not agree to cooperate with the Demon Realm to deal with the Immortal Realm. The Demon Realm promised that after the matter is accomplished, they will help him kill the old Ghost King. By then, Feng Xiehou will have integrated the power of the old Ghost King and will become the undisputed Ghost King of the Ghost Realm."

Feng Yue originally thought that the Immortal Lord would be discouraged - after all, the old Ghost King was so powerful, no one would risk their life.

But Ning Mingmei just pondered for a moment and said: "So, your ghost tribe relies on killing other ghost tribes and absorbing their power to increase your own strength?"

Feng Yue: “Yes.”

Ning Mingmei: "If several ghosts kill one ghost at the same time, how will the power of the dead ghost be inherited?"

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Ning Mingmei: "If one person chops off his hands, one person chops off his legs, and one person chops off his neck... then can these people share the wealth?"

...Half an hour later, Ning Mingmei came out of the room, followed by Feng Yue, whose face was pale. He said slowly: "She promised us."

Huang Zhutao looked at Feng Yue sympathetically: "She doesn't look too well."

Ning Mingmei was very open about this, as all his subordinates were like this at the beginning - this was the interns' lack of adaptability. At this moment, he only cared about one question: "Why is it so noisy outside?"

Wen Siheng, who had been trying to find out the news, has returned. He said, "In reply to Master, today is the fifteenth day of the eighth month, which is the ghost market in the ghost world. At the same time, because today is the fifteenth day of the eighth month, today is also the carnival day in the ghost world."

Under the red lanterns, hundreds of ghosts roam at night.

"Mid-Autumn Festival..." Huang Zhutao felt a little sad after hearing these three words. She had been losing her loved ones for too long.

"That's not all." Feng Yue behind them said, "Every year on the night of August 15th, there will be a parade in the ghost world. At that time, Feng Shihou will also appear on the float to have fun with the people. On weekdays, the Marquis's mansion is heavily guarded. If you want to sneak into the mansion, now is the best time."

Ning Mingmei asked: "Do you have any other traditional activities in the ghost world?"

"Sacrifice." Feng Yue said clearly, "After the float parade, Fengshi Hou will offer human sacrifices. The ghost tribe can gain stronger power through the blood of human sacrifices."

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It was not yet dark, but tall red lanterns were already hung on the streets. The red light shone on the ground, the color was bright and ominous. Under the dark sky, ghosts are rampant. Stalls of all sizes were filled with human flesh, human bones, and other ominous things.

This is the ghost market in the ghost world.

Ning Mingmei left Gui Ruoxue, Huang Zhutao and Duan Ying in the empty house to prevent Ye Xuefei and others from looking for them. He, Lian Chengyue and Wen Siheng disguised themselves and went out to gather information. After hearing that his name was on the list, Lian Chengyue could hardly believe his ears.

He took the initiative to find Ning Mingmei and asked, "Xian Zun, why do you trust me so much?"

Of course it’s because you are the male protagonist, and you can be thrown out as bait at the critical moment. Ning Mingmei just said coldly: "Put on your mask."

It is a tradition for people from the ghost world to wear masks when going out in the ghost market. The three of them then each chose a mask. Wen Siheng wore a rabbit mask and Ning Mingmei wore a cat mask. Lian Chengyue originally wanted to find a cat, but Ning Mingmei handed him a mask.

"for you."

It has pointy ears and is a fox.

The goods in the ghost market are bloody. Wen Siheng kept Ning Mingmei's instructions in mind, concealed his aura, and did not come into conflict with the local ghosts. But after seeing those goods, he still couldn't help feeling depressed.

Especially when seeing those blood sausages, bone flutes, and human skin drums. When passing by a stall, a stall owner thought Wen Siheng was interested in his goods, so he said in a shrill voice: "Brother, are you interested in our fans? I'll give you a discount price of 100 spirit stones per fan! Our fans are made of human skin."

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Feng Yue said disdainfully, "Old man, your price may be enough to fool outsiders. But now the price of this fan has been reduced to forty spirit stones!"

"Hey, this fan, three years ago, the price was only one hundred spirit stones a piece..." the stall owner laughed awkwardly.

When Wen Siheng saw the delicate skin of the fan, which even had a peony tattoo on it, he felt more and more nauseous in his throat. Ning Mingmei asked Feng Yue: "Why did the price of the fan drop so much?"

His tone was calm, almost unhuman. Lian Chengyue couldn't help but look at him again.

Feng Yue said indifferently, "There have been more deaths in the past few years! What else can we do? Not only do ghost cultivators go to places where humans and demons fight to pick up bargains, but some demons will also sell human corpses or living people to the ghost world. This kind of mortal skin fan used to be hard to find, but now it is just the lowest-end stuff. Not long ago, there were even skins of foundation-building cultivators circulating in the market."

“…”

"If you ask me, the longer the war between the human world and the demon world lasts, the lower the prices in our ghost world will be... eh?"

"Sorry, sorry!" Lian Chengyue bent down to pick up the things, "I accidentally knocked them over!"

He cleverly blocked Wen Siheng's hand, so no one saw the corner of the table being broken by Wen Siheng at that moment. The stall owner complained a few words, Ning Mingmei took Wen Siheng aside, and waited for Lian Chengyue to follow from behind.

When they reached a deserted place, Ning Mingmei asked, "Why are you so impatient?"

Wen Siheng lowered his head and said nothing. Ning Mingmei said: "You are so impatient and you still want to go to the battlefield? Won't you be dead by then?"

But this time Ning Mingmei finally looked at Lian Chengyue. He nodded and said, "Well done."

Lian Chengyue's heart suddenly felt like spring flowers blooming.

The bustling ghost market, the captives being auctioned, everything made Wen Siheng breathless. The red lantern and the black sky pressed on his shoulders. He whispered, "Master, I seem to see the small town where I lived as a child, also submerged in the flames of war."

And the woman kneeling here with a straw mark on her head also became his mother and his sister.

Ning Mingmei kept silent. He also saw the slaves being auctioned, but did not see any disciples of the Qingji Sect among them. At this moment, he said, "It seems that the one who took them away is not an ordinary person from the ghost tribe."

"Why?" Lian Chengyue asked.

"A cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage needs tens of thousands of spirit stones. This group of people are all Golden Core stage cultivators. How can an ordinary person finish them in one bite? Let's wait and see." Ning Mingmei said.

During the conversation, they had already reached the core of the capital. From a distance, Ning Mingmei saw that the guards were tight. Behind them was a circle of inner city walls.

Each of them is an expert whose cultivation is comparable to that of the Golden Elixir Great Perfection. Ning Mingmei even smelled the aura of the Nascent Soul stage.

"This is Fengdu, the largest capital in the ghost world. The owner of Fengdu is Marquis Fengshi." Feng Yue raised his chin and pointed to the tall buildings surrounded by city walls in the distance. "Inside this high wall is Marquis Fengshi's residence."

The sounds of singing and dancing became more intense after midnight. Finally, under the gaze of everyone, the guards dispersed into two lines.

The gate in the city wall opened.

Tall floats came out of the city gate one after another. In front is a gracefully dancing female ghost, and behind is a performing male ghost. Finally, Ning Mingmei saw the chariot belonging to Fengshi Hou.