Chapter 288 Jinjiang
This mass grave had been there for who knows how many years. Yan Shixun took a quick glance and saw a lot of remains of decayed clothing. These were not modern attire, but had a deep sense of history.
Those people were dressed in different clothes and had different identities. The only thing they had in common was that they were abandoned here after death and their bodies were left exposed in the wilderness.
Is this the hell of old Fengdu?
Yan Shixun frowned. Although the stench was not enough to make him feel uncomfortable, the sight of countless corpses exposed and rotting still made him, as a ghost exorcist, feel uncomfortable.
He not only protects the living, but also saves the souls of the dead who can still be saved. When dealing with all kinds of people, he has personally collected the bones of those who died unjustly and buried them amid the gratitude of the souls.
But the mass grave was endless.
This is not the human world. People whose bodies are left exposed in the wilderness will become wandering ghosts.
Yan Shixun still remembered what Ye Li told him, that in Fengdu, there were no living people, all were dead souls.
What will be the fate of these souls thrown here?
Reduced to ashes?
Yan Shixun’s eyes dimmed.
According to the rules of the old Fengdu, the more serious the sins of a person, the more they will fall into a lower level of hell, which will correspond to more terrifying punishments.
In the first layer of hell on earth, the dead souls have been tortured for a thousand years by their own resentment and hatred in their previous lives, and have been driven crazy.
What will be the punishment in the lower hell?
Yan Shixun looked around, but the mass grave stretched as far as the eye could see. All the way to the end of the gloomy and ominous sky, there were layers of corpses and mountains of corpses rising and falling.
Apart from him, there was no other person or ghost standing there, as if there were nothing but corpses here.
A terrifying and heavy feeling of oppression came over me like an overwhelming force. The dark clouds were pressing down very low, almost pressing down on the ground, as if they could crush everything on the ground at any time. It made people feel heavy and breathless, and they felt inexplicably panicked.
Yan Shixun, however, did not show any emotion at all, and his expressionless handsome face did not reveal any of his true thoughts.
He just looked at the surrounding scene calmly and carefully, and did not act rashly before confirming his situation clearly.
He remembered clearly that before he fell unconscious, he looked up and took one last look at the people behind him to confirm that they were not far away from him.
But now, those people are not around him.
Even the King of Hell, whom he was holding tightly in his hand at the time, had disappeared.
What made Yan Shixun feel even more uneasy was that there seemed to be a huge gap between his original purpose and the current result.
After initially confirming from Yeli that Fengdu was a ghost town related to cause and effect, Yan Shixun planned to use the cause and effect between himself and Li Chengyun to lead himself to Li Chengyun's location.
But now, he didn't see any clues related to Li Chengyun here.
Could it be that Master was also abandoned in a mass grave like these corpses?
As soon as this thought came to mind, Yan Shixun's heart skipped a beat.
But he quickly rejected the idea.
No.
He personally carried the Master's coffin back to Binhai City, watched with his own eyes as the Master's remains were properly buried, and presided over the Master's passing ceremony.
Even if the master had left a trace of his soul in the old Fengdu because he had once been to Baizhi Lake, the master himself would not allow himself to end up in a mass grave.
Although his brain rationally denied it, Yan Shixun clenched his back teeth, and his jaw line was tightened into a sharp line.
He forced himself to delete this guess from his mind, and then used the limited clues in front of him to try to infer his current situation.
Since Yama's "sins" did indeed allow him to enter the lower hell, it means that his initial judgment was not wrong.
This also means that karma should indeed lead him to Li Chengyun.
The same goes for everyone else.
But there is a deviation between theory and current situation. What causes this?
Moreover, before he opened his eyes, he clearly heard the sound of a corpse being dragged and crying... Where did that come from?
Yan Shixun stretched out his long legs and walked on the uneven mountain of corpses as if it were flat ground.
He walked very fast, but still remembered to carefully avoid the corpses lying on the ground and stepped over the dirt nearby as much as possible.
Yan Shixun's slender figure nimbly jumped repeatedly on the small hill of corpses, and his black coat fluttered behind him like an eagle spreading its wings.
With the wider field of vision brought by this height, he could see the entire mass grave more comprehensively and take in all the scenes. His eyes quickly swept across everything he saw, trying to find the source of the crying that he heard when he was not awake.
Yan Shixun did not see the crying woman.
But I saw smoke rising from the distance of the mass grave. Looking closely, I saw some makeshift huts.
Is there anyone living...in a place like this?
A strange feeling arose in Yan Shixun's heart.
He stopped and looked from a distance, but before he could see the situation of the hut clearly, he suddenly saw an unexpected existence.
At the top of a mountain of corpses, a fresh corpse had its eyes wide open, as if it had died with its eyes open.
But it was clearly Zheng Shumu's face.
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
He thought that Zheng Shumu and Zheng Tiantian should have turned to ashes together, but it turned out that Zheng Shumu's soul fell into here?
When he walked to the corpse and squatted down to observe it carefully, he saw something wrong.
Yan Shixun witnessed Zheng Shumu's death with his own eyes, and even the destruction of the brother and sister was caused by him.
After all, a ghost baby that has grown to this point has no weaknesses, but it still has causal entanglements with its two brothers.
Xie Lin's position was very clear from the beginning, so Yan Shixun did not include Xie Lin in his plan from the beginning.
Yan Shixun respects other people's choices and will not prevent others from having the freedom to choose. Besides, he also has the confidence to do so.
——No matter what Xie Lin does, it is within the scope of his ability.
However, Yan Shixun has always been accustomed to making plans early.
Before anyone made a move, he had already seen through the other party's every move and understood his character and psychology. He anticipated the other party's subsequent actions many steps in advance, and was therefore able to set up the game early.
Before anyone knew it.
Yan Shixun therefore realized that the key to breaking the deadlock lies in Zheng Shumu.
He revealed the bloody and cruel reality to Zheng Shumu, making Zheng Shumu realize that everything in Baizhi Lake was out of control. This made Zheng Shumu finally stand firm in his wavering struggle, stand on his side, and help him take Zheng Tiantian away.
This is a win-win situation.
Yan Shixun saved everyone, and Zheng Shumu also freed Master Bai and Zheng Tiantian from the hell.
...Although the ghost baby's mind has long been distorted and it is in hell without knowing it.
However, the ghost baby that controls all the wooden sculptures with living mouths and eyes is afraid of fire. Therefore, Zheng Shumu, who personally helped his sister to achieve the current situation, knows his sister's weakness very well, and he chooses to take his sister away in the flames.
A fire that had not been extinguished decades earlier finally put an end to the sins of the Bai village and also took away the cause and effect between two pairs of brothers and sisters.
Therefore, Yan Shixun believed that even if Zheng Shumu's soul was injured, it should be a burn.
Instead of being disemboweled, covered in blood, and with an empty abdominal cavity, as it is now.
Yan Shixun took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around his hand. With a gesture of respect for Zheng Shumu's remains, he carefully reached out to check the wound on Zheng Shumu's chest.
Very strange.
The wound was smooth and didn't seem to be caused by any sharp weapon. Instead, it was... split into two sides along the natural line in the middle of the human body.
It was like a rag doll that had been split in half.
There were no knife marks or scratches on the internal organs in the abdominal cavity, which did not seem to have been taken out with a sharp object.
All the connection points are smooth, as if this person was born without any organs.
Such scars appeared on the soul, and it was finally thrown into the lower hell of old Fengdu and abandoned on a mass grave... Was it caused by karma and sin?
Yan Shixun still remembered clearly the judging rules of the old Fengdu a thousand years ago that the King of Hell had mentioned.
It only looks at whether there is a sin, not the cause. All acts of revenge against death are considered sins and are not tolerated by the old Fengdu.
If we use this standard, Zheng Shumu is unforgivable.
Yan Shixun could even restore the verdict handed down by the old Fengdu against Zheng Shu based on the description of the King of Hell.
Although Zheng Shumu's family was destroyed when he was young, he did not die. This does not count as a direct injury to Zheng Shumu himself, and he has no right to revenge.
After Zheng Shumu grew up, he slaughtered hundreds of people in the Bai village. This sin was enough to make him a ghost in the old Fengdu.
Yan Shixun's gaze moved downward.
Sure enough, in the pile of corpses under Zheng Shumu, Yan Shixun saw corpses that looked similar to the wood carvings he had seen in the Bai village.
All the villagers fell here, their bodies had rotted beyond recognition, and on top of their bodies was Zheng Shumu's body placed high up.
It was as if the people of this village were finally "reunited" here.
Yan Shixun frowned uncomfortably.
Isn't it tantamount to secondary victimization for the victim to let the victim and the perpetrator be in the same place?
However, he understood the logic of old Fengdu.
After the death of these villagers, their souls were trapped in the wooden carvings with movable mouths and eyes. They were tortured day and night, and repeatedly recalled everything that happened before and after their death, so they had a resentment towards death.
Therefore, the old Fengdu believed that these souls were also evil ghosts.
After the ghost baby died, the power that originally flowed to her from the old Fengdu and the power she accumulated later lost their container and were naturally released outwards, returning to the ghost path and the old Fengdu.
Therefore, the souls of the villagers who were originally trapped in the wood carvings with moving mouths and eyes left the wood carvings because they were also controlled and tortured by the ghost babies and were part of the ghost babies' power. Therefore, they fell into the lower hell of the old Fengdu.
In other words, it is the old Fengdu that now carries the ghost path.
——The old Fengdu city would never have imagined that just a few corpses could allow Yan Shixun to see through the numerous illusions and see the truth buried in the deepest part at a glance.
The moment he figured it out, Yan Shixun’s eyes suddenly darkened.
Tsk, old Fengdu...
The tip of his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. He had never hated Old Fengdu so much.
Whether it was the underworld or the old Fengdu, Yan Shixun was originally indifferent and treated them all equally without any special feelings.
Even though the new Fengdu was ruled by Yeli, and Fengdu's 100,000 ghost soldiers had once turned the tide, Yan Shixun was too rational and calm to give Fengdu any emotion.
But now, the balance in Yan Shixun's heart suddenly tilted violently towards the new Fengdu.
After seeing clearly what the old Fengdu had done, Yan Shixun felt that he was somewhat happy that Yeli had defeated the old Fengdu and replaced it.
My feelings towards Yeli also increased a bit, and I felt a sense of satisfaction that I had done a good job.
He suddenly became curious and wanted to know what kind of person the general from a thousand years ago was.
Ebony idol...
Yan Shixun's eyes were filled with smiles and strong interest.
He lowered his eyes to look at Zheng Shumu, who died with his eyes open, and sighed. He reached out and gently closed Zheng Shumu's eyes, covered his face with the handkerchief in his hand, and then trimmed his wounds, making him look like he had at least died decently and retained his dignity after death.
Instead of being left exposed in the wild like the perpetrators in the cause and effect.
Yan Shixun didn't think Zheng Shumu did anything wrong.
Although Zheng Shumu's methods were much more violent, they were not universally kind.
But Yan Shixun never thought of himself as a soft-hearted and kind person.
In his judgment, there is no such thing as repaying evil with kindness, only cause and effect.
Therefore, Yan Shixun at this moment had an unprecedented intense emotion. He had never wanted the old Fengdu to completely disappear from the world as much as he did at this moment.
At that time, he would definitely send all the ghosts imprisoned in the old Fengdu to Fengdu for another trial.
There are indeed sinners who are being tortured in Fengdu Prison, but the wronged souls who are seeking revenge... they will receive justice after death and be able to be reincarnated.
Yan Shixun slowly stood up straight, his eyes firm and sharp as a knife.
The hem of his heavy coat drew a sharp arc, and he turned and walked towards the small house standing among the corpses.
This seemed to be an ordinary village house. Yan Shixun had seen similar houses in poor and backward villages.
Curls of smoke floated out from the chimney on the roof, and the gray smoke spread out and lingered around the house, which in turn made it look hazy and beautiful.
If it weren't for the truly horrifying surroundings, this place could even be considered someone's retreat.
After approaching, Yan Shixun discovered that not only was this small house so abrupt in the middle of the mass grave, but what was even more strange was that the area in front of the house had been carefully tended and cleared to create an open space without any corpses.
There are daily necessities piled up here, which makes it look very down-to-earth.
He was very similar to the hermit practitioner Yan Shixun had once met in the mountains.
If Yan Shixun saw such a small house in the mountains, he would not be so surprised, but this place... is the old Fengdu Hell.
He walked forward and knocked on the door politely.
After a few calls, the house was still quiet and no one responded.
But the presence of cooking smoke still made Yan Shixun believe that the owner of the house was either at home or nearby.
So he waited patiently, knocking in groups of four.
Three tones are for humans and four for ghosts.
The ghost knocked on the door, exactly four times.
Since they were in the old Fengdu hell, Yan Shixun didn't think that the owner of the house was still a living person. For ghosts, knocking on the door four times was considered polite.
Considering how meticulously the old Fengdu city had tried to trick him, Yan Shixun decided to be cautious.
When Yan Shixun knocked on the door for the fourth time, finally, a voice came through.
"It gave me a fright."
——But it didn’t come from the door, but from behind Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun's straight back stiffened and his brows wrinkled slightly.
He was totally unaware of the presence behind him.
This feeling of not being able to fully grasp the situation made Yan Shixun more cautious about the current situation.
He slowly turned around and looked towards the source of the sound.
But when he saw the scene behind him, his eyes widened slightly in surprise.
What he saw was completely different from what he expected.
Yan Shixun originally thought that those who could build houses and live on such a deserted mass grave must be ghosts or the remnants of the old Fengdu.
But what he saw was just an old man.
The old man was sitting on a chair under the pile of corpses, with his legs crossed, basking in the sun leisurely, with a teacup beside him.
They were exactly the same as the retired old men Yan Shixun had seen while walking on the streets before.
If what was behind the old man was not some exquisite park, but a bloody, smelly and hideous corpse, Yan Shixun really felt that he would have made a mistake.
However, the corpse and the smiling old man "basking in the sun" now match so harmoniously.
"Where did you come from, kid? Are you lost?"
The old man shook his legs and said, "You are quite capable. You actually got lost so far and ran to my door. I was almost scared to death when you knocked on the door. I am an old man... Don't young people nowadays know how to be gentle?"
Yan Shixun nodded calmly to the old man: "Sorry, I just happened to be passing by."
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"I just passed by! Are you kidding me?"
The old man looked Yan Shixun up and down suspiciously: "Who can pass by here? Have you ever seen anyone pass by hell?"
Yan Shixun: "You asked me first if I was lost, and I just followed your words. Why, isn't this the answer you want?"
He remained calm and showed no reaction to the fact that his crude lie had been exposed: "You bluffed me first, then I bluffed you. This is called fairness."
Old man: "...Where did this brat come from!"
The old man lost interest instantly after failing to amuse Yan Shixun. He immediately lay back and lazily sat in the chair, shaking his legs and picking his feet, humming an old tune, and refused to even look at Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun did not feel helpless or uncomfortable as if he was left here alone and ignored - he did not have that emotion at all.
Except for sometimes when facing Ye Li, that person always found a way to make him feel weird and uncomfortable.
He walked towards the old man, as naturally as if he was at home, bent over to take the teacup from the stool next to the old man, then lifted his coat and sat on the stool with the teacup in his hand.
Yan Shixun's attitude is top-notch even in the entertainment industry or Haiyun Temple.
Whether standing or sitting, his shoulders and back are always as straight as pine or cypress.
When he sat on the stool with his long legs crossed and a teacup in his hand, he seemed as if he was the master of the place, noble and relaxed.
The host and guest were instantly reversed.
Yan Shixun was confident that he would win.
On the contrary, it was the old man who looked like he was running to seek help.
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"You're welcome..."
Yan Shixun nodded slightly and said calmly and elegantly: "Thank you."
Old man: "Who praised you? Don't you understand nonsense?"
"Now, we should be able to talk about the situation here."
Yan Shixun pressed his palm downwards, gestured to the old man to calm him down, and asked calmly like a master: "This is the lower hell of old Fengdu. Why do you live here?"
When he heard Yan Shixun mention the old Fengdu, the old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and his body, which was originally slumped in the chair, straightened up a little. He did not expect that this living soul, who was obviously out of tune with the surroundings, would actually know about the replacement of Fengdu.
For a moment, the old man treated Yan Shixun much more cautiously than before, and he didn't dare to leave him aside casually.
——When you ask questions when you know nothing, you will only be impatiently driven away by the party who knows the situation, who looks down on the ignorant and stupid layman.
However, if the other party thinks you have a lot of information, the situation will be completely different.
Yan Shixun knew human psychology very well. Even if the old man in front of him was a ghost, he could not escape his instinctive subconscious reaction.
The old man's reaction was also within his calculations.
He just wanted the old man to think that he had enough information so that he could use it as a bargaining chip to exchange for what the old man knew about the old Fengdu.
Yan Shixun's statement was extremely clever. He only let the old man see the tip of the iceberg, making the old man unsure how much Yan Shixun knew and what he wanted to do. As a result, he would expand his imagination infinitely outward, thinking that there was an entire iceberg hidden under the water.
The old man looked at Yan Shixun warily, but this time, his eyes were extremely cautious, unlike the casual perfunctory look just now.
"…Since I started living here, this is the first time someone knocked on my door."
The old man was speechless: "Don't you think it's weird to knock on an old ghost's door? I'm dead, and you're still bothering me like this. Is that reasonable?"
"If you don't like this question, let's change it."
Yan Shixun did not act as if he really wanted to know the answer to this question. Instead, he immediately changed the subject according to the old man's words and seemed very considerate.
"Have you seen any other lost people like me? They're probably this tall and look like this."
Yan Shixun raised his hand and gestured in the air beside him, and added sincerely at the end: "They all look much younger than you."
"You are so lucky, old man."
Before the old man could get angry, Yan Shixun sighed sincerely: "Look, you lived to be so old, unlike my companions who died at a very young age..."
“Just got lost.”
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He only felt that the breath in his chest rose and fell with Yan Shixun's words, and he almost suffocated to death on the spot.
But what Yan Shixun said seemed outrageous at first, but when you think about it carefully, it makes sense.
Dying of old age is a happy funeral.
The old man didn't even have a legitimate reason to refute. He was so choked that he rolled his eyes at Yan Shixun.
“I didn’t see it!”
Making fun of him and expecting him to answer questions... No way!
The old man thought angrily, if it were in the past when Feng had not changed its owner, how could a living soul have the chance to speak to him like this?
At that time, if the exorcists in the human world wanted to meet them, they would prepare sufficient offerings and incense, invite them respectfully, and also see their mood before they would condescend to come to the human world.
If not, if not for that warrior who could resist heaven and earth...
The old man's eyes, which were covered by his eyelids, darkened, and his dissatisfaction with Yan Shixun came to an abrupt end.
Instead, there was only an imperceptible sigh of fatigue.
Although Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and looked calm and confident of victory, he was always paying close attention to the old man's expression out of the corner of his eye, not missing the slightest change on his face.
He was acutely aware that the old man was not a ghost dumped in a mass grave.
When mentioning the old Fengdu, the old man's reaction was not like those who were in a daze and didn't care about the ghosts around them. Instead, he had a deep attachment to the old Fengdu, as if he was reminiscing about the past years.
There is only one identity that can have this kind of reaction.
The survivors of the old Fengdu.
For example, the ghost messenger of old Fengdu.
For a pawn, the support he has behind him is particularly important.
It’s like the underworld has always been at odds with Fengdu, and the underworld’s evil spirits have been cursing and complaining about Fengdu, and their words are always derogatory.
But if the ghost messenger from the underworld and the ghost messenger from Fengdu meet on a narrow road, the ghost messenger from the underworld will definitely retreat first.
After all, Fengdu is ruled by ghosts and gods, not to mention the underworld is lower than Fengdu. Before Jing Xiaobao became the King of Hell, the underworld was ownerless and on the verge of shutting down several times.
The same is true for the old Fengdu ghost catcher.
The ghost officials who used to be able to show off their power in the human world by relying on their identity as Fengdu, became dejected and stray dogs with their tails between their legs since the collapse of Beiyin Fengdu.
Some died, some escaped, and no one, god or ghost, ever saw them again.
...Except for a certain ghost messenger.
In every past story that all people or ghosts told Yan Shixun, there has always been a ghost messenger.
The dying ghost who taught the ghost show to the Bai ancestor in order to repay his gratitude, and the ghost who returned to the old Fengdu after all the ghosts fled and it was defeated.
It was such a "coincidence" that the ghost messenger also went to the lower hell, and no ghost saw him again.
In just a moment, Yan Shixun realized the identity of the old man in front of him.
There was a barely perceptible smile in his eyes, but his facial expression remained normal, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
The old man was still angrily turning his head away, unwilling to look at Yan Shixun. He even speeded up the movement of picking his feet with great hatred, as if he was not picking feet but the brains of his enemy.
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows slightly and said sincerely: "Seeing that you have been criticizing me all the time, it seems that you should be more educated than me. You are worthy of being an old man who has lived for so long."
The old man stopped picking his feet and wondered why this living soul who spoke so harshly suddenly started praising him?
Before he could cheer up, he heard Yan Shixun add another sentence.
"Such a well-educated old man would definitely not want to see a young child starve to death at his doorstep because he got lost, right?"
Yan Shixun's tone was extremely kind, as if he was sincerely praising the old man: "Thank you for hosting me for a meal, old man."
"When did I say that!!! Who are you kidding!"
The old man roared, feeling that all his thousands of years of self-cultivation had been in vain.
How can there be such a shameless guy who talks to himself!!! Where did this guy come from? It's so abominable!
For a moment, the old man even suspected that there was something wrong with the remaining spiritual wisdom in the old Fengdu city, and that he was also counted as one of those who needed to be punished in hell.
Otherwise, how could he let such a troublesome guy "get lost" and come to his doorstep! Sit on his stool, serve his tea, eat his food and live in his house!!!
Yan Shixun had already stood up calmly, with a smile on his lips, and nodded gracefully to the old man, raising the teacup in his hand to say: "Thank you for the hospitality, you are such a kind old man."
"There are not many people as nice as you nowadays."
He said meaningfully: "Such virtue must have died out a thousand years ago."
Yan Shixun deliberately emphasized the syllables of the word "a thousand years".
The old man, who originally wanted to drive Yan Shixun away violently, was halfway up from his chair when he suddenly froze.
He understood what Yan Shixun meant.
He is clearly a living soul from the present, but he not only knows the changes in Fengdu, but also knows the exact time.
That battle that took place a thousand years ago...there is no record of it from living people, and even the relevant records from human exorcists are very few, as they have long been lost over a long period of time.
Then how did this living soul know?
The old man's anger gradually eased, and in the end, only an expressionless seriousness remained. He pursed his lips and stared at Yan Shixun, trying to see something from him.
But Yan Shixun was not at all flustered. He even smiled and opened his arms, generously allowing the old man to check him, with an open and sincere look.
The old man suddenly felt as if his breath was stuck in his throat and he couldn't breathe.
Even that old face turned red with anger.
Yan Shixun, on the other hand, showed an attitude that showed concern for the old man's health, and asked with concern: "Did you catch a cold from the wind? Come into the house and warm yourself up."
The old man stood up suddenly, angrily, trying to ignore Yan Shixun passing by him.
But Yan Shixun sighed again: "I didn't expect that people would get sick after they died. It's really not easy."
Old man: ...I’m so annoyed with this guy, can he just die now?
However, due to Yan Shixun's unknown identity and his clear knowledge of the affairs of Fengdu, the old man was unsure of Yan Shixun's situation and did not dare to act rashly. He had to go home with a lot of anger.
He pushed open the door and raised his chin unhappily: "Come in."
Yan Shixun chuckled, but did not move immediately. Instead, his eyes moved around from behind the chair where the old man had just sat.
Compared with other piles of corpses, that pile seemed shorter and more loose, and did not look like it had been piled up for a long time.
But it has only appeared recently.
This made Yan Shixun feel a little strange and he began to doubt.
The old Fengdu was replaced by the new Fengdu thousands of years ago. Judging from Ye Li's words, the heaven and earth have regarded the old Fengdu as garbage and have been trying to make it completely disappear.
Not to mention handing over the matter of detaining ghosts to the old Fengdu.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many ghosts gathering in the southwest, which would even seriously squeeze the living space of ordinary people, forcing the southwest ghost exorcists to clean up the ghosts in the southwest, while other ghost exorcists would turn pale at the mention of the southwest.
There shouldn't be any ghosts here since the time of that battle, let alone the recent pile of corpses.
Even Zheng Shumu and others ended up here because they were already next to Baizhi Lake, and because of the ghost baby, they had a close connection with Jiufeng.
If there were no ghost babies, the ghosts of Zheng Shumu and others should have wandered around the southwest after their deaths.
But now, that mountain of corpses is obviously different from the surrounding ones... What are the identities of those corpses?
Before Yan Shixun could even walk over to check, he heard the old man snort and said unhappily, "You just insisted on wanting to have this meal, and now that I agree, why are you not moving again?"
"Are you scared and don't dare anymore?"
The old man gloated, "Young man, don't be so arrogant. Be careful when you speak and save face for yourself. Otherwise, it will be embarrassing if you try too hard and end up losing."
There was happiness in that tone.
The old man still remembered how frustrated he felt when Yan Shixun suppressed him the entire time, so as soon as he saw the opportunity, he couldn't wait to save his face.
Yan Shixun noticed the old man's emotions.
He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips.
At this time, he was half-turning, facing the place where the old man had just sat, and his back to the old man.
The old man couldn't see Yan Shixun's face, so naturally he couldn't tell what Yan Shixun was thinking from the fact that Yan Shixun was very strict in controlling his emotions.
Yan Shixun thought about it and made a new decision.
He did not turn around immediately, but let the old man continue talking while still standing there.
He even subtly controlled the muscles of his whole body to make his back look very stiff.
It was as if the old man had hit the nail on the head and he was so scared that he couldn't back down and was just holding on.
Yan Shixun has mastered the control over his emotions and his body during his long years of catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits.
Even ghosts and gods can’t see it.
The old man was obviously deceived by Yan Shixun and followed Yan Shixun's rhythm, thinking that Yan Shixun was really scared and dared not move.
So he became even happier, and complacently provoked Yan Shixun according to what he thought was the truth, "How about this, if you dare to come in, I will not only treat you to a meal, but also let you sleep in my house, how about it?"
The old man chuckled.
Eat ghost food and sleep in ghost tomb - I dare to promise, it depends on whether you dare to respond.
Yan Shixun half lowered his eyelashes, and the smile on his lips grew wider.
However, instead of feeling fear as the old man thought, he was very satisfied with the results of his plan.
He finally turned around, faced the old man, nodded slightly and said, "Then I'd better obey your command."
I said this guy definitely wouldn't dare to...
Wait, what did he just say?
The old man blinked hesitantly, then slowly turned his gaze to look at Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun smiled, the wind was light and the clouds were light, and his back was as straight as pine and cypress.
Like an outstanding junior.
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Yan Shixun smiled and added sincerely: "Thank you, old man. If Jiufeng knew about it, he would definitely be very touched."
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