When Wang Yao heard Ma Gu's serious words, he couldn't help but lose interest. He thought to himself that since the Heavenly Court was handling the matter anyway, it would be meddling if he got involved. So he said goodbye to Ma Gu and prepared to turn around and go to Ziqiang County.
Ma Gu hadn't been home for seven or eight days and was eager to go back and check on things. After quickly finishing his conversation with Wang Yao, he turned and left. Wang Yao circled the hotel a few times, wondering how the hotel could be located on the passage to the underworld and still have such good business. Was it all thanks to Ma Gu?
He activated his magic "Sensing" and descended along the hotel's foundation. Sure enough, he hadn't gone far when he felt a chill creeping up on him. This chill felt like someone had quietly touched his back, giving him an indescribable sense of unease and dread.
Since becoming an immortal, Wang Yao had never felt this way before. It was as if he had returned to his childhood, when he would go to a dark kitchen or bathroom alone and feel that something terrible was hiding there, watching him.
He was a stubborn person who didn't believe in superstitions. He temporarily stopped "sensing," calmed his mind, and prepared to continue extending that "sensing" downwards.
Just then, a sudden, icy spray hit them, startling Wang Yao. He quickly looked around and saw that the sprinklers on the nearby wall had suddenly started spraying water, soaking Wang Yao and Hui Shuo from head to toe.
He quickly pulled Hui Shuo aside, wiped the water off his face with his sleeve, and involuntarily shivered a few times. The magical "sensing" also ended inexplicably without him realizing it.
Wang Yao lost interest in investigating further. He shook the water off his hair and was about to take out his phone to call Qiu Dingxiong and say that he couldn't handle the matter and that Qiu should find someone else.
"Father, Mother, this place is not good." Hui Shuo, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. He was bald, and after wiping his head a couple of times, it was clean, but his expression became somewhat stiff.
"Yeah, how can things be good in a place haunted by ghosts?"
Wang Yao replied without noticing Hui Shuo's change in expression. He took out his phone, but unexpectedly heard the sound of a wooden fish striking the water. Startled, Wang Yao turned his head and saw Hui Shuo striking the wooden fish, which emitted circles of golden light.
He was horrified to discover that, under the golden light, pale corpses were emerging from the ground around him. These corpses included men, women, and children, dressed in all sorts of costumes, some in ancient times and others in modern attire, but without exception, their faces showed an expression of extreme pain.
Some of them were curled up, as if they had died in spasms, while others stretched out their hands helplessly, as if they had been taken away in wailing.
The corpses gradually rose from Wang Yao's feet, piling up layer upon layer to the corner of the hotel. The part of the hotel illuminated by the golden light was surrounded by corpses from below, as if it were built on that boundless pile of corpses.
He could still see with his naked eye that wisps of pale blue smoke were drifting from the pile of corpses. The blue smoke became darker as it went down, turning a deep blue two or three layers down, and then turning blackish blue, like coal smoke, shrouding the pile of corpses indistinctly.
"Hui Shuo!" Wang Yao called out hurriedly, but Hui Shuo seemed to be in a trance, ignoring Wang Yao's calls. He just kept tapping the wooden fish and opening and closing his mouth, as if he were chanting scriptures.
Wang Yao called out twice, but Hui Shuo ignored him. At this moment, two girls walked out of the alley and passed by them. While dodging the spray, they couldn't help but shiver.
"Oh dear, it's so cold!" a girl exclaimed softly. The two looked at Wang Yao and Hui Shuo with strange eyes, oblivious to the fact that they were walking into the street stepping over the corpses on the ground.
Wang Yao turned his gaze from the girl back to Hui Shuo and was surprised to find that Hui Shuo had ignored the dampness and mud and sat cross-legged on the ground.
Amidst the rapid sounds of the wooden fish drum, his chanting, which sounded like a little tune, grew louder and louder, and the golden-glowing corpses seemed to melt away, slowly disappearing bit by bit.
Wang Yao blinked hard, thinking to himself that this was probably not a hallucination, but most likely a trick played by the wooden fish. How could so many corpses suddenly appear out of nowhere? And yet only he could see them, while others couldn't.
He approached Hui Shuo, intending to pat him on the shoulder and ask what he was doing. If he was deliberately using magic to scare him, he should save his energy. He was an immortal; how could he be frightened by a few corpses? He didn't even find it disgusting in broad daylight.
Unexpectedly, before he could even reach out, a blond, humanoid monster emerged from the pile of corpses at the foot of the hotel, as if swimming out of the blue smoke.
As soon as the monster appeared, it headed straight for Hui Shuo. Its hands, which looked very much like a human's, stretched out with ten fingers, and the fingertips seemed to gleam with a cold light.
"Oh no!" Without thinking, Wang Yao hurriedly covered Hui Shuo with a "glass" shield.
He then jumped forward, grabbed Hui Shuo by the back of the neck, and retreated hastily. The transparent yellow-haired monster followed closely behind. Wang Yao used "Yu Jin" to attack, but the small golden sword moved back and forth on the transparent body of the yellow-haired monster without having any effect.
"Control the earth!" The ground beneath Wang Yao's feet moved rapidly like a conveyor belt, carrying Wang Yao and Hui Shuo back a considerable distance in an instant, far away from the corpses on the ground.
The yellow-haired monster's ten gleaming fingers were already at Hui Shuo's chest, but they barely managed to dodge them. Wang Yao only saw that the cold light was coming from the yellow-haired monster's fingernails, which were half an inch long, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.
"Father, Mother, what are you doing?" At this moment, Hui Shuo's wooden fish finally stopped, and he looked at Wang Yao in astonishment, as if he didn't know what had happened.
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