[I will start participating in the explosive update event on the 30th. I will adjust my state in the next few days and prepare to work hard. I am a clumsy person, so I will work hard.]
Let's not talk about Meng Qi's meeting with Meng Po. With the end of the Huangquan Auction, the surrounding situation has changed fundamentally. A steady stream of ghost messengers and ferrymen came from all over the place and appeared outside Chiyan City. They have surrounded it and even a fly can't fly in. Chiyan City is shrouded in a layer of dark clouds. It seems that it will be attacked by violent storms at any time.
At this moment, under the cover of the night, an inconspicuous paper figure was carefully floating in the wind, sneaking into the Red Flame City from a narrow gap under the city gate, and then continued to sneak in the shadows. As soon as there was any movement, it immediately stopped, fell to the ground, fell on the roof, anyway, it deliberately found a place to stay that would not attract attention.
A monk on the road saw the paper man dropped on the ground, but he didn't care and just glanced over it.
The key point is that this paper figure is still dirty and gray, which makes people feel disgusted at first glance. How can you be willing to look at it for a few more times? It is only the size of a palm.
If you look closely, you will see that the two eyes on the paper figure are constantly flashing with a strange light, showing the light of wisdom. It is clearly intelligent and not a dead object.
"According to the information I got from the Yellow Spring Inn, the Lord of Chiyan City, the Red Robe Ghost King, has incurred the wrath of the public and attracted a large number of ghost officials, who have besieged the entire Chiyan City. This time, the Red Robe Ghost King is definitely in danger. This time, I will use the possession method to possess the paper man, first explore the layout of the city, and find the place where the Red Robe Ghost King hides the treasure. When the battle starts, I can take advantage of the chaos to enter the treasure place as soon as possible, take away all the treasures, and make a fortune."
"I didn't get anything good from the Pharaoh's Tomb this time. If I can get some treasure from the Red Robe Ghost King, it would make up for my previous losses, or even give me a big harvest."
This paper figure is naturally the object possessed by the paper-making craftsman.
The treasure of a ghost king is an extremely attractive thing and no one can ignore it.
"Tsk tsk, there are really a lot of underworld creatures in this Red Flame City, much more than in the Yellow Spring Inn." The paper-folding craftsman was secretly excited. The more majestic the Red Flame City was, the better. In this way, the possibility of possessing treasures would be higher.
A paper man was wandering aimlessly in the city.
In fact, the paper figures were always moving towards the area where the Lord's Mansion of Chiyan City was located. In order to remain hidden, the movement speed was not fast. Of course, the paper craftsman had plenty of patience for this.
Without alerting anyone, he appeared in the City Lord's Mansion.
The guards in the mansion naturally would not be wary of a mere paper man. Not to mention that they didn't see it, even if they did, they wouldn't pay much attention to it.
"It's huge, but this place is too hot. Is there a fire vein under the City Lord's Mansion? The fire veins in the underworld all carry a cold and gloomy aura. Forget it, let's not worry about it. Let's find the treasure house first."
The paper-folding craftsman waved his arms and legs and wiped away the non-existent sweat.
He quickly explored the City Lord's Mansion. Because he was unfamiliar with the environment, it was extremely difficult to find the location of the treasure house. Before he knew it, he had arrived outside a quiet room.
"What a fierce breath! There is not only Yin Fire here, but also a fierce Yang Fire. What's going on? How can Yang Fire appear in the underworld?" The paper-folding craftsman was secretly surprised and felt a strong curiosity.
After looking around and finding no guards, he carefully squeezed in through the crack in the door, poking his two eyes into the quiet room and quickly scanning the surroundings. He was so scared that he almost jumped up on the spot.
In the quiet room, one could clearly see that souls were imprisoned, standing in front of him, motionless. In the middle, a ghost cultivator in a red robe sat cross-legged, with two flames, one black and one white, interlaced. On his chest, a light was constantly emitting, and it seemed as if a black and white furnace was running in the light. In the furnace, the black and white flames were constantly colliding. A small black and white flame appeared in the middle. In that flame, there was a kind of extremely yin and yang energy changing.
"You ants, you can become the nutrients for me to become stronger. That is the blessing you have cultivated in your previous life. My Yin-Yang True Fire is about to break through. As long as I condense the Yin-Yang Divine Fire, I can roam freely in this underworld. Even if there are a large army of ghosts, what can they do? Do you really think that I am here and cannot escape because I am trapped by them? If you want to leave, I can leave at any time, but I don’t need to leave at all. If I leave, there will be so many living souls for me to devour."
The red-robed ghost king sneered.
How could he not know what was going on outside? He didn't run away because he had something to rely on. His biggest reliance was his own strong strength and confidence. Even if a large army of ghosts came, they still couldn't do anything to him. Also, he couldn't leave.
The Yin-Yang Divine Fire must devour living souls. Once it leaves, without the supply of living souls, cultivation will be stranded. At the same time, it will suffer a great backlash, and the fire in the body may get out of control at any time.
So, he didn't want to leave at all.
Now, he was very close to condensing the Yin-Yang Divine Fire. Once he succeeded, he would not be afraid of thousands of troops.
"Come to me."
The red-robed ghost king looked at the living souls in front of him with a sneer. When he opened his mouth, a powerful devouring force emanated, and he swallowed all the dozens of living souls in the quiet room into his stomach in one go, and sent them into the Yin-Yang furnace in his body.
These souls turned into fuel, instantly making the flames in the furnace burn more vigorously and fiercely, and even the flames themselves grew stronger. The red-robed ghost king showed a deep intoxication on his face, as if it was a supreme enjoyment. The feeling was perfect.
During this process, the red-robed ghost king did not notice that a paper man was quietly crawling out from the crack of the door and quickly hiding in a remote corner.
He stretched out his little hand and patted his chest, seeming to be relieved.
He screamed in his heart, "How cruel, how cruel. That's a living soul, and he actually swallowed it without hesitation, using the living soul as nourishment. What kind of magical power is he cultivating? The fusion of the ultimate yin and the ultimate yang is terrifying no matter how you look at it. This is definitely a top-notch magical power. If he really succeeds in cultivating it, then this encirclement and suppression will be in vain, or even suffer heavy losses."
He felt that he had discovered something extraordinary.
"No, we can't let this red-robed ghost king continue to devour living souls. Once he develops a great magical power, the harm it causes will be too great. The flames will have an even greater restraint on me. These living souls were obviously forcibly detained from the world of the living. His magical power requires living souls and ghosts from the underworld to be transformed into nutrients together. Only when the yin and yang are balanced can it succeed. If we rescue all the living souls, maybe we can stop him."
The paper-folding craftsman's mind was rapidly turning over thoughts.
At this moment, he felt that he had to do something. Even if he couldn't save her, he had to find out the specific information first and then pass it on to the ghost messenger outside.
Whatever you think in your heart, you will do the same thing.
He did not leave immediately, but hid outside the quiet room where the Red Robe Ghost King was in retreat, waiting quietly.
"The living souls have been used up. Go to the dungeon immediately and send another batch of living souls over." The red-robed ghost king's voice came from the quiet room.
"Yes, my king!!"
There was a response nearby.
A team of ghost soldiers appeared and walked quickly outside.
As they passed a dark corner, a paper man appeared silently behind the last ghost soldier. It was dark, and the paper man itself was inconspicuous, so they didn't feel anything unusual at all.
The ghost army’s goal was clear, they headed straight for the dungeon.
Before I knew it, I had arrived at the dungeon.
After taking out the token, the ghost army guarding the dungeon naturally opened the dungeon and let them in. When they entered, the guards closed the dungeon again, being very cautious and not giving any living souls a chance to escape.
"My goodness, this is the dungeon, and it is actually built underground. Moreover, so many living souls have been captured here. How many people has this red-robed ghost king killed? How many souls has he seduced in the world of the living?"
The paper-folding craftsman looked around and was also shocked. There were cells around him, all of which were filled with densely packed souls.
When these living souls saw the ghost army appear, they were in an uproar, most of them were cursing, and they wanted to eat their flesh and drink their blood. All kinds of ugly words came like a tide, and if all kinds of curses could be realized, I'm afraid these ghost soldiers would have been cut into pieces long ago. Unfortunately, these verbal attacks had no effect on the ghost army.
Their hearts have long since turned to stone.
He unceremoniously detained a group of souls from a prison cell, forcibly pulled them out, and walked out of the dungeon.
After they left, the souls in the dungeon returned to silence again, each with despair in their eyes. Being here was no different from waiting to die. Maybe they would die in the next moment, or maybe they could live a few more days by luck, but it was meaningless, they would die sooner or later.
They no longer had high hopes of leaving here.
"Hey, if only someone could come and rescue us."
"Stop dreaming. This is the underworld. We are all dead and can never return to the world of the living. I saw with my own eyes that my body was torn into pieces. I can't survive if I go back. What I hope most now is to have the opportunity to reincarnate. Entering reincarnation is better than being completely torn apart."
In the prison, one living soul after another was sighing.
This is hope in despair.
"There is hope. There is hope."
At this moment, a voice sounded out of nowhere.
Seems a bit abrupt in the dungeon.
There were no ghost soldiers in the dungeon, only imprisoned living ghosts. The sound was not made by living souls, nor by evil spirits. This made all the living souls tremble, and they quickly looked around and began to search.
But... ... ... nothing was found.