Chapter 106 Fengdu III In the end, the official appointment was not reported.
Ultimately, the official appointment was not approved.
Everyone could see that no one in the house really wanted to kick anyone out, and unless absolutely necessary, they were too lazy to deal with those rogue ghost soldiers who would charge money at the drop of a hat. They would charge you for asking a question, and they would charge you to enter your house, charging you according to the number of thresholds.
There's quite a commotion outside; apparently, some ghost has spent a fortune offering a bounty on a reckless, arrogant ghost that's also rumored to be quite flamboyant.
Speaking of being flamboyant? Could it be...?
The family in the house couldn't help but focus their attention on the person who was still fast asleep in bed.
Just then, I saw Majutsu suddenly tossing and turning, as if he was feeling hot. As he moved around, a large patch of snow-white skin was exposed from the collar of his undergarment. Before long, he even put his hand inside his trousers.
The concubine screamed and hurriedly covered the baby's eyes before carrying him away. The first wife also turned and left, trying to pull the old man away, but his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, clearly waiting to see what was happening.
Just as everyone held their breath, silently swallowing their saliva, watching as Shinju's slender, fair hand was about to make its move, it suddenly stopped. Just before the movement, Shinju's body suddenly erupted with black energy. Upon closer inspection, the black energy wasn't a dense mass, but rather like lotus petals swirling and gathering together. Immediately afterward, a twisted, screaming phantom was forced from between Shinju's brows. With that scream, in a matter of moments, the black lotus petals shredded the phantom into shapeless, yin energy, unable to regroup or escape, until it was completely consumed by the black energy.
Amidst the stunned silence of the ghosts in the room, Shinjuku slowly opened his golden eyes.
"...Damn it, I've been bewitched." Shinju shook his head, his vision finally clearing a bit.
He didn't know when the demon invaded his secondary dantian, and he was completely unaware of it. Not only did it blind his secondary dantian, but it also forcibly pulled him into that dream, trying to absorb his yang energy when his spirit was weak.
Fortunately, the triple petals on his back were still there. The inner demon recognized the intruder faster than he did and drove it away. After all, the inner demon had been watching over his two dantians with a predatory gaze.
Becoming a demon is a troublesome matter... He could feel that his demonic possession had worsened, and he knew without even looking that he should soon have developed four petals. Back when he was still in the Nianchao Small World, he didn't have time to purify himself with dragon energy, so he couldn't cultivate to the Great Perfection of Poison. Now that he's in the Underworld, it seems that things are getting worse.
Shinjuku untied the ribbon on the side of his leg, lifted his leg to take a look, and found that there was indeed a red plum-like mark on the inside. A wave of heat rose up and a chill ran down the back of his neck.
Logically speaking, his true immortal body shouldn't leave any marks, but Mei doesn't have that ability, otherwise her inner demons would have discovered it long ago. So why would he...?
Mayu couldn't help but think of that person, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
His hand, which was tying the straps on the side of his leg, suddenly stopped.
As Shinjuku's secondary dantian regained its clarity, he finally realized the cause of the unease he had felt all along.
How could there be no ghosts in the underworld? Could it be that they have always been there, but he just can't see them?
Shinju grabbed the stone pillow and suddenly threw it at the table in the room. He immediately saw a bench next to the table scrape across the ground with a screeching sound, but there was no shadow of it. The stone pillow hit the window frame behind it, not the bench.
Shinjuku's lips twitched involuntarily.
He dared not imagine how many ghosts he had encountered since entering the underworld, nor did he know how many ghosts were watching his every move... There was probably more than one ghost in this room, after all, the house was decorated quite grandly, probably a large family living there.
He had just fallen into a sensual dream...
Mayu closed his eyes, unwilling to think any further. He felt a tightness in his chest, along with a touch of shame, but had no way to vent his anger. After all, he was the one who had barged into someone else's house.
The family, who had been blushing furiously as they watched Shinjuku pull down his pants, were startled when the lewd ghost suddenly threw a pillow. The eldest son, who had narrowly escaped being hit, was particularly enraged, shouting, "What are you doing, you ghost?! You almost hit me!"
But Masaya not only didn't respond, he got out of bed as if nothing had happened and left the house.
The old man was so angry that he was blowing his beard. He hit his eldest son on the forehead with his cane and yelled, "What are you yelling about? Look, you've scared the ghost away!"
The eldest son covered his forehead, unable to express his suffering.
However, they stopped at the door and dared not go any further. Ghostly soldiers were rampant outside, and they did not want to invite bad luck.
All Shinju could see were ghost soldiers, which weren't too difficult to avoid, but he guessed that ghosts were always tipping him off. So, in desperation, Shinju considered whether to return to the "cage" of the man in white, hoping to get some information from him when he came back.
He returned to the vicinity of that room, but ultimately did not go up. Instead, he found a narrow corner that could not accommodate a person, shrank back and squeezed in. After waiting for about three or four hours, he still did not see the person appear.
Sighing, Masakatsu decided he wouldn't wait any longer.
There are three urgent issues that need to be addressed right now.
Firstly, he lacked eyes that could communicate with both the living and the dead. He now knew where the problem lay: he wasn't a true Yin being, but merely a disguise, and therefore didn't possess the aptitude for spiritual communication. Furthermore, he wasn't a true Yin spirit, but rather a living body and a living soul coexisting, so naturally he couldn't perceive Yin spirits that were at odds with him.
Secondly, I need to buy a new outfit; this is rather inappropriate and somewhat conspicuous.
Thirdly, he acquired a storage bag. He was still heartbroken over the red fox fur cloak; if he had had a storage bag, he might have been able to use something else to complete the illusion instead, without having to sacrifice it.
Regarding the first point, Masakatsu did come up with a solution.
Therefore, he withdrew the bone-shrinking technique and walked straight towards the patrolling ghost soldiers not far away.
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