The function of forget-me-not is actually not much different from that of red spider lily. Both are magical spiritual materials that can have an effect on the spirit and will.
The large-scale existence of spiritual herbs and flowers in this underworld also creates a unique environment suitable for the gathering of ghosts.
For living people with physical protection, as long as the concentration is not very high, the impact is not very big. But for ghosts with only souls, just taking a sip is like drinking ten kilograms of liquor, and the effect is very significant.
Ghosts are believed by humans to be a collection of all that is unclean and ominous. When mortals come into contact with ghosts, they may suffer bad luck and a serious illness at best, or be tortured and die on the spot at worst.
This kind of uncleanness will also cause the ghosts themselves to suffer all the time, so that low-level ghosts can hardly maintain their sanity.
But it is not the case here. In an environment filled with red spider lilies and forget-me-nots, no matter how ferocious and violent the ghosts are, they will become quiet.
The sea of red spider lilies in Jiang Li's coffin had already proved this, and now the effects of both were doubled.
Of course, it also makes them confused and easier to control.
I collected several plants of Forget-Me-Not in a special container. Once they were returned to the original owner, they could be propagated in the Yin Burial Coffin.
He got nothing out of his many acquisition attempts, and in the end he had to do it himself.
Putting away the forget-me-not grass and touching the wheel tracks that reappeared under his feet, Jiang Li controlled his clone and continued to move forward.
As he walked, he began to see figures of people who were also on the road.
They walked in groups of three or five, like living people, in the same direction.
Why do we say they look like living people? Because when they walk, some of them have their intestines hanging all over the ground, some have sharp knives stuck in their stomachs, and some don’t even have heads. It’s like a hundred ghosts parading at night, which can scare people to death.
But for some reason, these ghosts formed by the gathering of yin energy and souls, after arriving in this underworld illusion, automatically transformed into their dead appearances.
As they moved forward in the sea of red spider lilies, they gradually changed. The fatal injuries on their bodies began to disappear. Their expressions and movements became more vivid, and they began to talk to each other while walking, making noisy human voices.
Some of them had shoulder poles and baskets on their shoulders, turning into ordinary vendors going to the city to attend the market. Some of them had armor on their bodies and weapons on their waists, and they must have been soldiers before they died.
All the ghosts were attracted by something and walked in the same direction.
Jiang Li breathed in a strong yin energy from his original body, making his clone more like a ghost, and then followed.
"Have you seen my child? My child is three years old."
"I am from Changshan. Do you know where my home is?"
"I must buy these mountain products at a good price when I go to the city today. If I can save enough money to buy a cow, I can marry Xiaohua."
Hearing such sounds, the sword cultivator's clone became a little dazed. He didn't know what he was doing and just walked forward on his own.
The clone and the spiritual world have been shrouded in a strange mist.
Jiang Li's original consciousness was still clear, but for safety reasons, he did not forcibly awaken his clone, but just let him move forward like a walking corpse.
Not long after, a city appeared in front of Jiang Li.
Fengdu Two large, somewhat damaged characters were hung above the city.
The legendary ghost town? Whether in the past life or in this life, this name is well-known.
When Jiang Li got closer, he found that the city had two gates, one of life and one of death, a hundred steps apart.
Is there any difference between these two doors?
He hid among a group of ghosts and continued to move closer, first walking to the Gate of Life, where a row of wailing victims were hung on the city wall with soul-catching chains.
There were also a few ghost creatures that looked like soldiers, cutting their flesh with scimitars.
There was also a sign placed by the city gate that read, "Entry tax: 30 years of life, or 30 pounds of meat."
Hiss~ Even Jiang Li had never seen such an expensive city entry tax in his life.
Even the most luxurious city in the world of immortal cultivation only collects spirit stones.
Otherwise, every appearance would cost thirty years of one's life, which even a Nascent Soul cultivator cannot afford.
Of course, this was actually Jiang Li's misunderstanding. This was the underworld, so it was naturally the underworld's life span.
The legendary Book of Life and Death is actually divided into two books: the Book of Life and the Book of Death.
The Book of Life records one’s lifespan on earth, while the Book of Death records one’s lifespan in the netherworld.
This Yin life span is the maximum time that a ghost can exist after death. When ghosts have sufficient Yin energy, they can exist much longer than living people, and their Yin life span is much less valuable. The souls of ordinary mortals are also enough to enter and exit several times.
Of course, there are also those unlucky people whose life span is long but their life span in the afterlife is very short.
"Let me go! Oh no! I am a disciple of Qianhe Tower! I have spirit stones! I have spirit stones! Let me go!"
At the front of the crowd, a female cultivator from Qianhe Tower, who was disguised as an ordinary vendor, was violently dragged out of the crowd.
Her disguise was actually quite sophisticated, even Jiang Li couldn't detect it at all. If she hadn't revealed her identity out of fear, Jiang Li really wouldn't have been able to discover her.
In the violent pulling, the female cultivator's camouflage coat was pulled off, revealing the breath of a living person and her beautiful figure.
The grade of that camouflage magic weapon is probably not low.
The female cultivator had also reached the Realm of Solid Dan, but despite struggling with all her might, she was helpless against the two soldiers.
The hard method didn't work, so she could only try the soft method. She reached out and tried hard to dig into the storage bag at her waist, but she couldn't get anything out.
Jiang Li felt a little disappointed when he saw this scene. Fortunately, his real body was not here. This underworld illusion was too dangerous. Two random guards could subdue a cultivator in the Jindan stage.
Besides, why couldn't she take out her own things? Jiang Li secretly reached into the storage bag in his arms, but this made his face change, and he didn't react at all.
The storage bag seemed to have turned into an ordinary cloth bag. No matter how he urged it, he could not feel the space inside and could not use it at all.
Now... it was a bit troublesome. In order to hide his Burning Rainbow Sword and other magic weapons, he had stored them in the storage bag. Now the storage bag could not be used, and the combat effectiveness would be reduced by at least 50%! Wait, the wheel tracks we saw on the road before, could it be that because they could not use the storage magic weapons, those monks had to use carriages.
He decisively gave up any idea of causing a big disturbance in Fengdu or occupying the ghost town, and just stood obediently in the crowd, acting as a spectator.
The female cultivator was still struggling desperately, but then two sharp iron hooks directly pierced through her scapula and hung her up. All her resistance was completely disintegrated by this.
Blood and foam flowed from her mouth, and the severe pain made her eyes blurry. The female cultivators of Qianhe Tower had never been treated like this before, and the storage bag in her hand fell to the ground helplessly.
But the two Fengdu soldiers ignored her cries for mercy, and started to scrape off her flesh piece by piece while wearing robes with crane patterns and holding scimitars in their hands.
He had a curvy figure without a trace of fat, but after a few cuts from the sharp scimitar, he became a bloody mess.
It seems that if they say they will cut off 30 kilograms, they really have to cut off 30 kilograms. For a female cultivator who weighs less than 100 kilograms, after the cutting, she will probably be left with only a skeleton.
It was so tragic... After some important parts were cut off, the female cultivator from Qianhe Tower fainted.
Jiang Li watched from the side for a while, but couldn't bear to watch any further.
He quietly reached out a cotton thread, pulled back the storage bag, and then walked in the opposite direction of the crowd.
The sword cultivator's clone is a corpse possessed by a dead person, not a living person. Jiang Li's parallel consciousness will not turn into a ghost, so he has no so-called lifespan, neither a yin lifespan nor a yang lifespan.
If I want to enter the city, I'm afraid I'll end up like that female cultivator.
For the sake of his confidante who was still waiting for the sword cultivator's clone at the Five Elements Peak of Mount Shu, Jiang Li planned to go to the Death Gate first to check out the situation.
"Boy, do you want to go into Fengdu? Give me that storage bag and I'll take you in."
Jiang Li retreated against the flow of people, when a voice suddenly sounded beside him.
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A passerby who had a dazed expression just now suddenly blinked at him. Obviously, he was also a monk.
"Come with me."
The man made a gesture to follow me, then took Jiang Li out of the crowd and hid behind a big mulberry tree outside the city.
Jiang Li observed vigilantly and found no trap under the tree, so he stepped in.
"Under the shade of the mulberry tree, the ghosts can't see us. I'm sending you this message. Hurry up and bring me the storage bag. I can take you into the city."
The man spread his hands and urged Jiang Li to give him the storage bag.
"How did you recognize me?"
Jiang Li was not in a hurry, but started a conversation with the other party.
He was actually a little curious. The sword cultivator's clone had acted very covertly just now, and his body was in a state of suspended animation. There was also a thick yin energy covering his entire body. At first glance, he should be deader than a dead person.
How could it be discovered so easily?
"All of you newcomers have the same facial expressions and movements. Is it hard to recognize you?"
Jiang Li suddenly realized that it was his hesitant expression in front of Fengdu just now that betrayed him.
Compared with those ordinary ghosts who are confused and can only repeat their obsessions in life, the slightest change in expression is very obvious.
"How about it, new boy? That female cultivator is from Qianhe Tower. You can't open her storage bag now anyway. Even if you open it after you go out, it will be easy for someone to find you."
"Give it to me, and you won't have to reduce your life span by thirty years. I can take you to the city safely. This is a good deal. Why are you still hesitating?"
He urged impatiently, as if he had lost a lot in this deal. But seeing that he kept talking about storage bags, it was clear that he was still very interested in the storage bags of the Jindan disciples of Qianhe Tower.
Jiang Li thought about it and took out the storage bag.
"Okay, but I'm new here. Could you please introduce Fengdu to me? Also, how do you plan to take me in?"
The monk was obviously a little excited when he received the storage bag. Disciples from big sects like Qianhe Tower were usually very rich. To be able to obtain such a storage bag this time was already beyond his expectations.
"Hey, that female cultivator is really a novice. In this underworld illusion, ordinary space magic weapons cannot be opened at all. She dared to come in without even knowing this."
"Since you are so forthright, eat this melon first."
He squatted down and dug out several gray nodules that looked as big as human heads from under the mulberry tree.
"This is a pumpkin. How can you pretend to be dead if you don't eat what dead people eat?"
Jiang Li controlled his clone's hand and pointed his sword, sliding it lightly towards one of the pumpkins. The gray pumpkin immediately split into two halves, and the flesh inside took on the shape and color of a human brain, looking unappetizing.
Jiang Li was once again thankful that this was a clone, otherwise he would not be able to eat such a thing.
After eating the pumpkin, a cold, decayed and dead aura emanated from the clone's body. This cultivator had not lied to him and indeed became much more like a dead man.
"Hey, come with me. Fengdu is a good place. As long as you can enter the city, even if this illusion disappears, you will not be thrown back to the Ghost King Wasteland."
"The opportunities there are countless. Some time ago, a lucky guy got a ground-level magic weapon there. It is even said that this city also has immortal elixirs passed down from ancient times! Hehe, those big forces are all here for this."
"Besides, boy, this is the hard currency in Fengdu."
The monk looked at Fengdu with a strange expression, then took out two purple coins from his belt.
Jiang Li held it in his hand and touched it, and he gained some understanding of the coin.
This kind of coin seems to be refined from the soul, and it is unknown what special functions it has.
Jiang Li followed the other party through the Death Gate. He took a look at the Death Gate and found that it was not easy to enter and exit that place.
At the door, there was a large oil pan, and bursts of shrill screams came from there.
It seems that if there is no entry tax at this dead end gate, you will be rolled in a frying pan.
"By the way, there was a convoy passing by earlier. I was with them. I wonder if you saw it."
This monk, who refused to reveal his name, had apparently been in Fengdu for quite some time and was familiar with many things.
Jiang Li got some important information, and he felt that the storage bag was worth it. Then he asked naturally.
"Are you from Hualong Island? No wonder you got separated and no wonder you don't know anything."
Sure enough, the man said it out loud.
There was no change on Jiang Li's face, but he secretly understood in his heart that the convoy that came in was from Hualong Island.
Qianhe Tower and Hualong Island are two medium-sized forces in the Sishen Temple that are not inferior to Wantumen. Such large forces will flock to the Netherworld Illusion.
It seems that the news that there are treasures hidden in Fengdu is not groundless.
After walking for a while, the sound of festive gongs and drums came into Jiang Li's ears.
Ahead is a wedding procession! ＼＼\\('ω')//／／ (End of this chapter)