In the ruins, at the temple gate, something strange happened.
"Auspicious day for the underworld!"
Strange chanting was heard outside the temple gate.
Zhou Chuan turned sideways and heard the sound of an ancient music band coming from outside.
The dull and sharp instruments interweave to compose a piece of music that makes the hair on your head stand on end.
Through the window of Zhihu, you can vaguely see shadows outside the window, as if many people are looking into the temple through the window spirit.
The source of the music was constantly changing, as if the music group was led by one person and circling around the temple. It was in front of the temple at one moment and behind it the next.
Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew and the temple door was blown open.
A blood-filled mist spread out, and long white curtains and paper money blew in with the gloomy wind.
Zhou Chuan was a little dazed by the sudden scene in front of him. Just as he was about to take action, he heard a muffled sound, and it was suspected that some huge object was placed on the ground.
"Someone in my family has passed away and we have nowhere to bury him! Please find a place for him, sir!"
The music suddenly stopped and an old male voice was heard.
Zhou Chuan turned his head to look, and saw many people in mourning clothes with dull faces kneeling on the ground, but the shrine facing them was empty, without any statue of god.
But they were like programmed robots. They knelt down respectfully, kowtowed three times, and then dispersed. As if they did not see Zhou Chuan and the Black and White Impermanence, they quickly ran to the backyard and propped up the table.
The fat and big-eared porter came in at this time and opened the large baskets on both sides of the carrying pole, which were full of delicious dishes.
People in mourning then sat down one after another, as if they were about to have a feast.
Zhou Chuan was also a little confused at this time. When he first entered the ruins, he just thought it was an empty place, and at most there were some mountain goblins and wild ghosts hiding here.
Unexpectedly, after just a short while, a large group of people arrived for the banquet.
It's easy to tell with your heels that the things you encounter in the City of the Dead must be dirty.
Zhou Chuan just wanted to know how they had the confidence to ignore the Black and White Impermanence.
"Isn't it possible that he was sent by the Black Mountain Ghost King? I think he knew about it the moment I entered the ruins."
Zhou Chuanxin said this while standing in an empty space in the backyard. He looked up at the sky that was like quicksand, as if he was looking at someone.
At this moment, a sense of crisis suddenly arose from the bottom of his heart, pulling his thoughts back.
This was the first time he had this feeling since the six masters had gathered together.
It was obvious that before this, even if he faced the Black Mountain Ghost King head-on, there wouldn't be too much pressure.
unless…
Zhou Chuan recalled that rainy night again and thought of the god in a shroud and holding a spear.
A bold guess arose in his heart: he might have met God again.
"Seventh Master, Eighth Master!"
At this time, Black and White Impermanence walked out at the same time and stood in front of him. Their faces were slightly gloomy, and a look of solemnity flashed in their eyes that were shining with divine light.
Zhou Chuan suddenly felt something cold around him.
He was quite smart and knew that with the strength displayed by the Black Mountain Ghost King, there would be no such oppressive feeling as being like a god or a demon.
Unless... today's banquet is a ceremony specially prepared by the other party to invite the gods
This guess is a bit bold. The ghost king of a place wants to hold a banquet to invite gods, especially in a world where myths are cut off
I'm afraid that even if we invite one, it won't be a god in the strict sense, but some powerful dark creature.
In an instant, Zhou Chuan's mind raced, his eyes flashed, and the next moment, two figures appeared behind him, namely the golden shackles and silver locks.
The four masters showed up to protect him, but he still felt a vague sense of crisis.
Who is the "God" that can be invited to the City of the Dead, a corner of the underworld
It can't be the judge, right
"no."
A familiar voice sounded in his heart, carrying a calming power.
Zhou Chuan turned around and saw Hei Wuchang staring at him silently, with a hint of concern in his cold and divine eyes.
Black Impermanence... has revived!
Zhou Chuan swallowed instinctively and continued to ask in his mind: "Are you sure?"
“In the past, people always mistook them for my brother and me. Today, you can be a witness to see who is stronger. I will also let you see... the real Wuchang.” Hei Wuchang’s tone was complex, and his mellow voice echoed in Zhou Chuan’s heart.
"You?" Zhou Chuan was a little confused by the title of Eighth Master.
In a sense, the Kyushu mythology is actually a reflection of ancient China, with the status of gods and immortals clearly differentiated.
The reason Hei Wuchang addressed him as "you" was obviously not just because of his identity as a card maker, there were probably some other reasons.
"I don't think I have any background, do I? No way?"
As Zhou Chuan was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a burst of extremely cold energy emanating from the soles of his feet, rising to his calves in an instant, and showing a tendency to continue rising.
The coldness that touched his soul made him unable to move for a moment.
But at this moment, Mr. Ba took action and put his right hand on his shoulder.
So, in the next moment, Zhou Chuan's mental strength instinctively poured into the body of Mr. Ba, and after being "transformed" by the other party, it returned to his body.
The extremely cold energy was dissolved in an instant, and Hei Wuchang's eyes were cold, yet somewhat complicated and incomprehensible.
The other three did not speak. Although their divinity was also reviving, it had not reached the level of Hei Wuchang, and they were still a little dull at this moment.
"After not seeing each other for four hundred years, you have learned to hide and evade?!"
Following Mr. Ba's loud shout, Zhou Chuan felt that something was wrong with the surrounding environment.
The figures who were originally having a lively feast suddenly dimmed, because they were wearing white mourning clothes, which were transparent like air, making the backyard seem empty.
This revealed two figures sitting at the deepest part.
Zhou Chuan saw a man and a woman sitting in the corner, laughing. One of them was holding a bag tightly, and the other was holding a black umbrella in the yard. They exuded divinity and weirdness, just like the six gentlemen behind Zhou Chuan.
The only difference is that there is a kind of "chaos" surrounding their bodies and their eyes seem to be covered with a layer of white gauze.
To put it bluntly, although these two are powerful, they are not as respectable as the Six Lords, and they seem a bit dirty...
"Mourning gate, mourner, long time no see."
Hei Wuchang greeted him in a cold tone without moving his lips.
The two people opposite did not respond, but stared at Zhou Chuan with greed!
Seeing this, Mr. Ba snorted coldly. Besides being angry, he couldn't help feeling helpless.
Zhou Chuan felt just like when Odin saw the Eighth Master who had not regained his sanity a long time ago.
It was an extremely strong feeling of regret, or loneliness.
A mourner.
Zhou Chuan also felt helpless about these two names.
Being well-versed in mythology, he had indeed heard of the names of these two people.
But to be honest, he never thought about creating these two.
As for the reason, Ba Ye also said that some folk legends often confuse the mourner with him and Qi Ye, and they are almost passed down from mouth to mouth as one.
For example, this design of a person carrying a bag on his back and holding an umbrella is actually a traditional image of Impermanence.
This is a bit strange.
"I'll ask Mr. Ba later." Zhou Chuan thought.
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