There is no moon in the sky.
The dim light illuminating the street in front of us was the colorful lights from the surrounding buildings.
The eighteen floors above ground are like a sweeping storm, leading straight to the sky and seeming to merge with the dark sky.
Zhang Tang was standing at the entrance of this overly wide street, at the entrance of the dark, narrow and creepy alley.
Hearing that Chou didn't ask anything else but only asked about the thousand years of cultivation, he was a little surprised and looked back and said, "A thousand years is a vague term, it's roughly correct. The underworld was only formed ten generations ago, and the various records are not complete. The only definite theory is that he was already in the extreme region ten generations ago."
Ten generations ago, there was a war between Yin and Yang.
Before this, the Polar Region had undergone a long period of evolution, and no one knew how long it had lasted.
From the Yellow Springs, from the Naihe Bridge, and from the Eighteen Levels of Hell, a new existence was finally born.
These beings are different from the souls that are constantly experiencing reincarnation, and are also different from ordinary goblins and monsters. They are born and raised in the polar regions. They are similar to ghosts, but different from ghosts.
They can practice cultivation and have nearly eternal life.
As a result, such existence gradually became the most unique existence in the Polar Domain, and began to influence the entire Polar Domain: some ghosts began to not enter reincarnation, but instead became ghost cultivators and merged with these existences.
The long river of time endowed them with more and more powerful strength, allowing them to gradually establish the prototype of the underworld and reach out to the territories of the Nineteen Continents and the isolated islands on earth.
The monks from the Nineteen Continents were keenly aware of the changes in the polar regions and discovered the ill intentions of these "things", but they did not expect that before they could stop them, the monks' reincarnations would be completely cut off.
As a result, the war between Yin and Yang is about to break out.
Judging from all Jianchou's current understanding, the cultivators from the Nineteen Continents were defeated in this battle, suffered heavy losses, and lost the right to reincarnate.
Fudaoshanren once said that after the Nine-headed Bird died, there would be no ghost carriage to carry the soul back and send the soul into reincarnation. It must be that something unexpected happened in this battle.
Except for the Buddhist sect that moved to the Northern Territory and retained the cycle of reincarnation for unknown reasons, all the monks from the Nineteen Continents, once they died in the six hundred years after this war, would be truly "annihilated", dissipated in the cycle of reincarnation, and returned to the dust of heaven and earth.
As for Jiyu, after this battle, he completely established the underworld.
"The leaders of the ten great ghost tribes are called the Ten Yin Marshals, and they are all beings born in the Extreme Domain. Some of the eight Yama Lords in Bafang City were born in the Extreme Domain, while others were cultivated from ghosts in reincarnation, and their bodies are different."
"After the establishment of the underworld, many things in the extreme region began to be recorded."
"The Fairy in the Mist is on the first page of the 'history book' of the underworld."
Zhang Tang walked slowly forward, his cold and solemn voice floating in the night.
Jianchou walked behind him, and behind him were the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost. One had just arrived, and the other usually didn't pay attention to these things, and had no chance to come into contact with the history of the underworld. At this moment, they were all concentrating and listening carefully.
The little ghost thought about it for a while and couldn't help but exclaimed: "That means the Mist Fairy is older than the Underworld!"
Seeing sorrow, he smiled.
The old age is definitely older than the underworld, but in this vast world, what is a mere thousand years
Today, when the Fairy in the Mist started to seal her body, she felt a very strange power, very similar to the "domain", or "realm" power that Xie Buchen used when he fought with him.
This person is at least a powerful cultivator with a certain realm, who is only one step away from ascending to heaven.
A fog always shrouded Jianchou, arousing her curiosity.
"Aren't there any more records about this person in the underworld? Where did he come from? What is his identity... Where is the Book of Life and Death?"
Ten generations ago, the cycle of reincarnation still covered the six paths, including the cultivators of the nineteen continents.
If the Fairy in the Mist really came from the Nineteen Continents, there should be no record of him in the underworld.
"Back when the underworld was first built, everything related to the Fairy in the Mist was erased."
Zhang Tang was also very curious about the Fairy in the Mist at first. According to his temperament, he always read the files first when he arrived at a place, and only started to work after he had memorized it.
It’s the same when you die and go to the underworld.
But the matter of the fairy in the fog is really strange.
"Some people say that it was the Mist Fairy who applied it herself."
"… "
This time, Jianchou had nothing to say.
She frowned but smiled: "If that's the case, this senior is indeed a strange person. But the more so, the more curious I am about his identity. He doesn't have any grudge against Yashan. What does 'not have any grudge' mean?"
The words used were so strange that for a moment, Jianchou couldn't tell whether there was a grudge or not.
"Who cares if he says anything or not. I'm actually very curious. He said we'll know by then. What exactly will the request be?"
The little ghost was still the most curious about this, and he encouraged Jianchou, "Why don't you take a look at the stone beads? Maybe you can take a look first."
Jianchou put the stone bead into the Qiankun bag in his sleeve, but did not take it out.
"Do you think I haven't seen it? I checked it out when I got it, but Senior Wu Zhongxian is at least a powerful person with a boundary. He said that he would know it by then, and it would not be possible to be faster or slower. Instead of doing this, it is better to think about when we can leave."
The Heavenly Creation Array...
Jianchou suddenly remembered everything that Wu Zhongxian had mentioned.
Somehow, she always felt that this fairy in the mist did not have much hostility towards her, but she couldn't say she liked her either. There was always a feeling that there was something between them.
The other party put what she was going to do in the stone bead, and she knew exactly what she was going to do when she went out.
This proved that what the Fairy in the Mist wanted her to accomplish was most likely in the Nineteen Continents.
Are you planning something, planning an invasion
It is unlikely that such an old man who lives in an alley and doesn't even care about Bafang City would do this.
That is...
Do you have any unfulfilled wishes
After thinking about it, the possibility of wishing for something is greater.
No matter how hard he tried, Jianchou sighed, "Forget it, let's go back and sort it out. We were lucky to have entered the city and found the Fairy in the Mist to help us. At least we have a direction to get out. Now let's think about what happened in the City of the Dead."
Now she is a real "ghost". Although she looks rather shabby because her three souls and seven spirits are incomplete, she has a strange and relaxed feeling when she walks on the road.
Seeing that Jianchou was very curious about the current feeling, the little ghost came up and leaned close to Jianchou: "It's different from when you were a human, right?"
"Well... it's a little different."
But am I not still a human being now
Why does this always feel a bit strange
Jianchou was stunned for a moment.
The little ghost shook his sleeves, quite complacent: "I felt the same when I became a ghost decades ago. I felt very relaxed, just like I was wearing clothes and walking naked on the road..."
“…” Jianchou said nothing.
"You said so?"
The little-headed ghost didn't notice anything unusual and asked again.
At that moment, Jianchou really felt that it was a shame for him to walk on this road.
For example, to fight to this extent, it's really unprecedented!
The corner of her mouth twitched, and she resisted the urge to turn around and scold the little-headed ghost, and raised her eyes to look at the eighteenth floor which was very close.
The eaves overlap and the buildings are tall, reaching the sky.
The dark black surface is dull and has a solemn and depressing feel.
Jianchou suddenly asked, "I remember you said before that if you climb to the tenth floor of these eighteen floors, you will be appreciated and recruited by the ten great ghost tribes, and if you climb to the eighteenth floor, you will be appreciated and recruited by Bafang City?"
"yes."
The little ghost forgot about the previous topic for a moment. Jianjianchou seemed very interested and couldn't help but get excited.
"This is my first time in the City of the Dead, and I've never seen anyone go up to the tower. Great Master Jianchou, do you want to go?"
Jianchou pondered for a moment and shook his head: "If I can get a chance to leave by climbing to the tenth or eighteenth floor, I'd be willing to give it a try. Now I'd better wait for other opportunities."
The City of the Dead was huge. They came from the city gate and did not change direction all the way to the alley where the Fairy in the Mist lived.
After coming out, I walked towards the city as usual. At this moment, I really reached the center, which is below the eighteenth floor.
There is a circle of tall buildings in the middle that surround the 18 floors above ground, like rows of gatehouses, but they are all closed.
Jianchou looked for a long time but couldn't see the entrance.
Zhang Tang said: "This upstairs building can only be entered at dawn, and the door will open automatically."
I see.
Jianchou looked at the gate tower, then tried to look more carefully. Seeing Zhang Tang bypassing the eighteen floors and still moving forward, she couldn't help but ask, "I just entered the city. Do I need to go to the registration office to register now?"
"good."
Zhang Tang nodded indifferently.
After hearing this, Jianchou naturally thought that Zhang Tang was taking them to the registration office.
After passing the center of the City of the Dead, we went forward for three or five streets. Next to the main street were houses lined up, which looked like places where people lived.
Zhang Tang stopped in front of two large dark ink-colored doors.
Jianchou also stopped and looked up. There seemed to be a plaque hanging above her head, but the light was too dim to see clearly what was written on it. She asked in confusion, "Is this the registration office?"
Zhang Tang looked at her inexplicably, his dead face showing no emotion at all, and said calmly, "This is my house."
"… "
His home
Jianchou really didn't react: "But... aren't we going to the registration office?"
"Since you are no longer a living being, you are not in danger. Big Head and Little Head know how to get to the registration office. This matter is not my responsibility. Just ask them to take you to register."
As Zhang Tang spoke, he opened the door and walked in.
Jianchou was speechless. Seeing Zhang Tang had already gone in, he hurriedly called out, "Ke—"
"Bang."
Before she could finish her words, Zhang Tang, with a cruel and cruel face, pressed his hands inwards, and the two doors closed mercilessly.
The door is closed.
Standing outside the door, Jianchou was dumbfounded as his face was almost pinched.
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost also felt like they were dreaming. After a long while, they came to their senses and vaguely remembered: This is the cold-blooded and ruthless dead-faced Zhang Tang! Finally, he got back to normal...
But…
"Jian-Jian-Chou, where are we staying tonight?"
The little-headed ghost's voice was trembling and crying.
Whoosh, a strong wind blew by.
Jianchou glanced around and saw that the wide street was empty. Only the three of them, the poor, shivering ghosts, were standing in front of the door on the street...
She turned her head stiffly, clicking.
"Don't you in the underworld provide accommodation for new ghosts?"