Chapter 108 I am the third prince of Dragon Palace
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Yang He smiled, and his guess proved to be correct.
The panel determines whether a character is alive or not.
However, the cost of resurrecting the storyteller is quite high, and it is difficult to recreate. Without Nezha using karma fire to repair the body, even refining the Dragon King of the East China Sea into the Dragon Transformation Pill would be difficult.
"If it weren't for Jiang Ziya's master-disciple connections, it wouldn't be worth thinking about."
[Storyteller (Blue): You relied on your two innate magical powers to become a disciple of Jiang Ziya. After your death, you unexpectedly transformed into a dragon and woke up in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. 】
"The storyteller is already in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea? It seems to be in the same situation as Nezha."
"We must find Jiang Ziya or Nezha as soon as possible, and then find a way to complete the allusion, otherwise the storyteller may be wasted."
After Yang He closed his eyes to clear his thoughts, he scanned the other roles that could be played.
The characters are all related to the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, and the quality is still dark green, not blue, which shows that the transformation of Chentangguan people into dragons is not complete enough.
[Cooker (green): You are the cook in the kitchen of the Dragon Palace. As the Dragon King’s birthday party approaches, the East China Sea Dragon Palace becomes more and more lively, but you find that the East China Sea Dragon King seems to be missing. 】
[Sedan bearer (green): As the bearer of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, you are responsible for the daily travel of Dragon Son and Dragon Girl. However, Dragon Son and Dragon Girl do not live in the wing of the Dragon Palace at all. 】
Yang He pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, and he was sure that the Dragon King of the East China Sea had become an evil spirit.
[ Corpse Taoist Boy: You avoided the East China Sea Dragon Palace’s birthday banquet by feigning death, but the Dragon King has been looking for you. Remember not to make any noise. 】
[Vulture Buddha: As a disciple of a saint, you can hear the ordinary people praying to the saint, and there seem to be many desperate voices in the East China Sea Dragon Palace. 】
Yang He's eyes lingered on the Wushu Buddha for a few breaths.
"Choose to play [Storyteller]."
………
The East China Sea Dragon Palace said it was holding a birthday banquet, but it was covered with pale mourning cloths.
The sea water rises and falls, and Xiaobu is swaying along with it.
On the wall of the palace, the blood-stained word "Shou" has been pasted, and the Zishan Palace where the birthday banquet is located is like a mourning hall for the deceased.
Xiaobu divided the Dragon Palace into two parts.
The candles in the front hall were always bright, and figures in mourning clothes were wandering around.
They were all from Chentangguan who had transformed into dragons. Their expressions no longer had the previous enthusiasm, and their eyes could not help but be filled with unspeakable fear.
Since transforming into a dragon, his consciousness has become hazy.
They each perform their duties in the Dragon Palace, but their bodies are no longer under control. They arrange the Dragon King's birthday banquet according to weird and inexplicable rules.
The apse is a wasteland, filled with tombs like mass graves, and the tombstones are blank and wordless.
There are thirty or forty tombs in total. The main tombstone in the center is ten meters long, and the rest of the tombs are also far larger than ordinary sizes.
No one noticed.
There are fluctuations of Yin energy in the tomb near the main seat.
Yang He woke up as a storyteller and found that he was still in the tripod. As soon as his senses recovered, he immediately realized that the tripod was buried deep underground.
The paper money scattered with the waves, and the environment was eerie and terrifying.
"What the hell?"
"Is it possible that the Dragon King's birthday banquet is to eat at the grave? And no matter what role I play, why am I always buried."
Yang He couldn't help but complain a few words, and repeatedly confirmed that the tomb was located in the back hall of the East China Sea Dragon Palace.
The storyteller barely maintained his human form, except that his body was covered in scales and armor, and a long and narrow dragon tail of more than half a meter extended from his spine.
Before Yang He could continue to delve deeper, the strong Yin Qi from around him poured into the three-legged cauldron.
The body suddenly made the sound of bones colliding.
The transformation from the previous alchemy was not over.
Yang He felt severe pain, his spine began to lengthen, his limbs turned into claws, scales covered his skin, and he completely transformed into a dragon shape.
The head is seven-quarters like a dragon and two-thirds like a human. The black and gray scales are covered with patterns that resemble dirt. If you look closely, the patterns look like corpse spots.
On the whole, although the Storyteller is not an orthodox real dragon, he can be called a corpse dragon, and he vaguely inherits some of the characteristics of the corpse corpse immortal body.
Yang He regained his composure, and the three Yang Fires burned brightly.
What Jiang Ziya said was correct. Transforming into a dragon can extend life. Yang He's life span will be at least two to three hundred years longer, and the two ghosts in his body will also have an influence.
Yang He refined the tripod again and quietly opened the cover.
The Yin Qi of the East China Sea Dragon Palace is rich, and there is sea water at the same time, which greatly reduces the visual range of the pupil ghost. It is not known what the situation is.
"Let's leave the tomb first. Jiang Ziya is not in the back hall. It is extremely dangerous to stay here. We have to find a way to sneak into the Dragon King's birthday banquet."
Yang He got half of his body out of the tripod and grabbed his neck with his ghostly hands.
In a sense, the ghost hand's Yin Qi's flesh and blood are transformed into an escape technique, which is even more subtle than the conventional Five Elements Escape Technique.
"Hmm."
Snap, snap, snap.
Yang He's eyes trembled as he heard rustling noises coming from the tombs.
The spiritual vision skyrocketed accordingly.
"Prime Minister Turtle is here!"
Yang He returned to the tripod again, and the two ghosts were frantically warning that the evil spirit named Prime Minister Turtle was extremely dangerous, and he would definitely die if he left the tomb.
He looked at the ground, and something strange happened to a tomb near the corner.
Mummy corpses crawl out of graves.
It is huge and has a slender body attached to the tortoise shell. The surface of the shell is in tatters and maggots are constantly crawling out of the gaps.
Prime Minister Turtle's neck is half a meter long, and his protruding eyes are shimmering.
【Ghoul】
[Ghouls who were buried while still alive were extremely resentful before death, with no obvious injuries on their bodies, and their corpses do not decay as ghosts all year round. 】
Yang He's heart beat like a drum, and then various mummies appeared one by one, all of which were evil versions of shrimp, soldiers, crabs, and generals in his impression.
"What does the water-buried ghost mean? The entire East China Sea Dragon Palace is buried in the soil. Could it be that all the Dragon Palaces in the four seas are... mass graves?" He later noticed that all the tombs were located in a position similar to driving piles.
"It's over."
Yang He understood that the storyteller was not a guest at the banquet at all.
"If the main person of the tomb is the Dragon King of the East China Sea, the tomb in the front row is probably the Dragon Son and the Dragon Girl, then..."
As Prime Minister Turtle walked along the road, bits of meat and bones fell, and the shell crackled.
Yang He had seen corpse ghosts and recognized that Prime Minister Turtle indeed had traces of refining. He was supposed to be just an old man in his seventies or eighties?
Prime Minister Turtle tilted his head, and his sharp screams echoed.
"The Dragon King of the East China Sea celebrated his birthday and invited the dragon son and dragon girl to the banquet."
When the shrimp soldiers and crabs came to the tomb, they heard Prime Minister Gu continue to say: "It is a good time and auspicious day, please invite the eldest prince Ao Cheng to the banquet!"
The corpses dug up the first grave in the front row, and Yang He was next door.
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Yang He's face was full of astonishment, and he watched helplessly as the corpse ghost took out an earthen altar from the ground, an earthen altar with a yellow talisman of the rebirth curse on it.
The earthen altar is not a yin treasure, but a vessel used by the poor to hold ashes.
Nezha at least knew how to use wooden boxes, and the funeral specifications in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea were not even as good as those of ordinary people. They were just a little better than wrapping them in straw mats and burying them in the earth.
The pupil swelled to occupy most of his forehead.
Yang He looked through the earth altar and found that the earth altar was empty. There were no evil spirits, and there was no ashes of the eldest prince Ao Cheng.
The shrimp soldiers and crab generals still held it carefully and carried it to the front hall amid the sound of eulogies.
"You have passed away now. The road to hell is far away. Your soul has returned to the secluded capital. The gods will protect you. Don't be afraid or worry. May you enjoy peace and happiness there..."
Yang He didn't know why, but he could only confirm that the hymn chanted by the corpse ghost was for salvation.
Why is the so-called birthday banquet exactly the same as a funeral?
"It's an auspicious day, so please invite the second prince Ao Shu to the banquet!"
Then comes the second earth altar.
Yang He shook his head, the earth altar was still empty, "Isn't it possible that the East China Sea Dragon Palace has been destroyed long ago? The birthday banquet feels like..."
"Like playing house?"
Prime Minister Turtle's expression did not change, and he continued in a routine manner: "It's a good time and auspicious day, please invite the third prince Ao Bing to the banquet!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the corpse began to pull at Yang He's grave.
"Gan!!!"
Yang He expected it, but still couldn't help but swear.
I just want to stay in the dark and make soy sauce, waiting for the cheap master and his biological brother to solve the dragon disaster and everyone will be happy.
"It's an auspicious day, please..." Prime Minister Gui saw a little surprise in his cloudy eyes when he saw the tripod dug out of Ao Bing's tomb.
His words stopped abruptly, and he couldn't help observing the tripod.
After a long time, Prime Minister Gui started to tremble all over and was very excited.
"The Third Prince is back! Hurry!! Take the Third Prince to bathe and change clothes!!!"
The shrimp soldiers and crab generals half-knelt and raised the tripod, and escorted Yang He ecstatically, but not to the Zishan Hall where the birthday banquet was held, but to a wing in the southwest corner of the Dragon Palace.
The movement was not fast, and Yang He saw the earthen altars of the Dragon King of the East China Sea and his family being unearthed one after another, and finally it was the giant tomb in the center.
The soil had just been dug a little, and blood as black as ink was already seeping out.
The seawater was contaminated, and large areas of coral and aquatic plants withered as a result.
"Dragon King of the East China Sea!"
"Dragon King of the East China Sea!!!"
The extremely terrifying Yin Qi spreads out. The main tomb cannot be just an earthen altar. The Dragon King of the East China Sea is about to appear from his tomb.
Before the three-legged tripod was brought into the side room, Yang He took a surprised look.
The main tomb is filled with densely packed corpses of flesh and blood. As the corpses are exposed to the light again, the corpses are combined and pieced together and will soon turn into a dragon body.
Bang.
The door to the wing is closed.
The corpse ghost gently put the tripod down, and then left the wing.
There are no furnishings in the wing. The walls are covered with corals, decorated with various gemstones, and the luminous pearls inlaid on the ceiling emit a shimmering light.
"If something happens, I don't want to be the third prince of the East China Sea!"
Yang He left the tripod without hesitation, then shrunk the vagina and swallowed it into his belly.
The characters have the same origin, and the Yin weapons do not need too much refining.
"I should have brought the black cat with me if I had known earlier."
"As soon as the four-unlike aura is revealed, Jiang Taigong will be able to detect it immediately."
Yang He was a little uncomfortable with the dragon body. He stumbled around while crawling on all fours. He hurried to the corner and planned to leave this ghost place first.
Boom.
Boom boom.
Without giving Yang He a chance to react, there was already a dull sound.
The walls on the ground turned to flesh for no apparent reason, corals turned into abscesses, luminous pearls sprouted pupils, and various gemstones were exposed organs.
Even the sea water cannot cover the pungent corpse smell of the Dragon King of the East China Sea.
The aura is not comparable to that of evil spirits, it is creepy.
"Son."
"You are finally back, as a father..."
“So happy!!!”
(End of chapter)