Chapter 64 Two Worlds, Ancient and Modern
Chaoge placed the evil-dispelling place in a prison near Nuwa Palace.
The prison is independent of the government. It was previously used to house slaves who committed crimes. It is closed inside and extends three floors underground to prevent the statues from getting out of control.
Yang He stuffed the sleeping black cat into his arms and followed Taoist Master Qingfeng to the prison.
"How is Mrs. Yin now?"
"After letting Taiyi Immortal Master take a look, Mrs. Yin woke up not long ago, but..."
"But what?"
Taoist Master Qingfeng said hesitantly: "The wing where Mrs. Yin is located is extremely yin-y, and from time to time there are children imitating her."
The corners of Yang He's eyes twitched, and it turned out to be Senior Brother Nezha.
Mrs. Yin had only been pregnant for less than half a year, and it seemed that Nezha was already mentally intelligent. It was hard to imagine what it would be like to stay for another two years.
"Brother, it's right in front."
The two of them walked along the courtyard wall of Nuwa Palace and passed through more than a dozen renovated palaces.
As soon as he approached the prison, Yang He could already feel the Yin Qi coming towards his face, and at the same time he noticed twenty or thirty corpses covered with linen.
The corpses were all slaves, and they died like centenarians whose lifespan had dried up.
There were ten soldiers waiting anxiously in front of the door. Mingshan Mingshui was nearby with a face full of fear.
Yang He immediately had a stern expression.
Taoist Master Qingfeng noticed Yang He's strangeness and asked nervously: "Brother, what's wrong?"
Taiyi Zhenren threw away his hands and disappeared, Yang He seemed to have a immortal body that was not dead, and all the pressure was on the shoulders of Taoist Master Qingfeng.
"It's okay."
Yang Hepi smiled and glanced at the soldiers belonging to King Wucheng.
The leading general is in his early thirties, but he is not Huang Feihu.
Yang Heneng could tell at a glance, mainly because the soldiers' bodies... were all ghosts. Yes, they were the same ghosts as the Yamen in the main world.
The ghosts are generally evil ghosts, and the general's ghosts are close to the evil ghosts.
Yang He can now finally be convinced that the two worlds are divided into ancient and modern times.
Three thousand years have passed, but the government's orthodoxy seems to have changed little. Huang Feihu's body may also contain a tiger ghost.
"Brother, he is Zhou Ji, a subordinate of King Wucheng."
While Yang He was sizing up Zhou Ji, Zhou Ji was also sizing up Yang He.
Just looking at the surface, Yang He is an eleven or twelve-year-old Taoist boy. His Yang Fire is not strong, his face is bloodless, and his body is slightly frail.
The pupil ghost resisted the erosion of Yin Qi and faintly revealed some aura.
Zhou Ji did not dare to look down on the immortal disciples, but Yang He's cultivation level was indeed only at the Xiantian realm.
"At the end of the Zhou Dynasty, I don't know how to call the Taoist priest?"
"Yang He from Jinguang Cave in Qianyuan Mountain, his master is none other than Zhenren Taiyi."
"I've met Taoist Yang."
Zhou Ji breathed a sigh of relief. The Xiantian realm should not be a real cultivation level. "Daozhang Yang, let me explain the interests clearly first. There are three floors of the prison, and four Nuwa statues are temporarily detained. We..."
Before he finished speaking, the prison door was pushed open.
The soldiers carried the corpses out, but they all died of old age. The bones of their legs were twisted and they could not bear the weight of the armor and broke.
Yang He heard the sound of a suona playing in the prison, but it was fleeting.
"Where is King Wu Cheng?"
Zhou Ji said in a deep voice: "The second floor is currently blocked, and the general is trapped on the bottom floor."
ah! ! !
Some soldiers suddenly let out wails, the flesh on their chests kept churning, their ribs protruded, and their internal organs turned into minced meat and exploded!
Zhou Ji breathed heavily and grabbed the sword at his waist with his right hand.
Mingshan Mingshui couldn't help retching, and Taoist Master Qingfeng didn't look good.
Yang He found some clues. The soldiers seemed to be dying for him? When Huang Feihu encounters danger, the tiger ghost can transfer the damage to the ghost ghost.
Zhou Ji did not dare to neglect, "Taoist priest, we must find traces of the Nuwa statue in half an hour, otherwise the general will be at the bottom of the prison for a long time..."
"Something big will happen!!"
"Let's go."
Yang He and Taoist Qingfeng said, "Junior brother, please stay outside." Before Taoist Qingfeng could respond, he had already gone straight into the prison.
Involving the opportunity of the Nuwa Empress, Yang He knew that he could not show any cowardice, or he would risk his life to suppress the Nuwa statue.
Otherwise, trouble will ensue.
"Taoist Yang, be careful, the statue of Nuwa will affect Yangshou!"
Zhou Ji went with his soldiers.
In the dim candlelight, one could see the blood stains on the walls and floor, which were not just left in recent days, but would only appear if corpses were dragged for many years.
Yang He secretly lamented the Shang Dynasty pills.
Slavery and torture are practiced in an unpredictable world, and even a saint cannot withstand the overwhelming resentment.
"Hmm."
Zhou Ji groaned and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.
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They quickly took the elixirs and were able to barely suppress the sharply reduced Yang Fire.
When they looked at Yang He again, everyone couldn't help but feel a little creepy.
Yang He didn't care about the Yang Fire at all. In just a few breaths, the Yang Qi had a tendency to dry up. Then, the unpleasant corpse odor poured into their mouths and noses.
"Taoist Yang!"
The Yang fire was extinguished, the faint Yin fire was ignited, and large patches of corpses spread.
Yang He's exposed skin became like a corpse.
What shocked them the most was that red hair sprouted from all over the body, the teeth in the mouth became sharp, and the nails were stained with corpse poison.
Zhou Ji had seen a similar situation, the piles driven into the ground during the construction of Nuwa Palace!
"Taoist Yang!!"
They drew their sabers and smeared the talisman on the blades.
Yang He stopped at this moment, "What's wrong? Are you possessed by evil spirits?"
"No..."
Zhou Ji shook his head with a smile. He was indeed a disciple of the Immortal. Even though his body was no different from a corpse, he was still alive. It was really incredible.
Yang He looked around and saw two statues of Nuwa with talismans attached to them and placed in the corner.
One has no limbs and can only lie flat.
One of them has pupils all over his body.
Yang He could feel the malicious glances of the two Nuwa statues.
Zhou Ji explained: "They are not accompanied by evil spirits, and they have been suppressed. If there were no sudden changes, they would have been sent to Nuwa Palace."
Yang He caught a glimpse of the remains of weak ghosts scattered around the wall.
If the black cat hadn't fallen into a deep sleep, he would have carried a few pounds with him. Now he could only wait until it was over. It was unrealistic to sneak into the second floor.
"Is it the bottom statue of Nuwa that has serious flaws?"
"Yeah."
"The general has been trapped on the ground floor for two days and two nights, and he has not been suppressed."
The two of them reached the end of the first floor and walked through the downward stairs. They could see a dozen slave corpses that were too late to deal with.
The second floor was completely silent, with cells dividing the space.
There are slaves in the cell, and they obviously want to use living people to test out the statue of Nuwa, but this evil thing is very intelligent.
Dozens of soldiers carrying oil lamps shuttled through the prison cells.
Yang He squinted his eyes and relied on his spiritual vision to see at a glance the statue of Nuwa, which was at the entrance to the ground floor. All the soldiers turned a blind eye.
The statue of Nuwa looks like a hundred-year-old woman, but her dense wrinkles make her look like a living fairy.
The body was hunched at ninety degrees, and the gray scalp was slightly sparse. He was grinning and chewing continuously with his upper and lower jaws.
What Yang He cares about is the other ghost above Nuwa's head.
A ghost shaped like a liver, showing a disgusting dark red color, with a wet surface and mucus constantly dripping down.
This ghost has a master!
Yang He realized that someone... was already coveting the opportunity of his Nuwa Palace.
(End of chapter)