The Beacon of Kyushu

The Death-Calling Ghost shook his head desperately and said, "No! He is an official. Once he knows the exact location of the Soul-Snatching Tower, he will lead his army to encircle and suppress Lihentian in the future. Who can afford to offend him?"

"Well, since you don't want to accept my toast, I will have to do justice for you!" Yun Zixiao said with a sinister smile, and then he swung his wide sleeves suddenly, like a leisurely white cloud, gently brushing towards the face of the death-destroying ghost.

Seeing that the sleeves were powerless, the ghost was still laughing in his heart at first, but he suddenly remembered that the Yun family had a shocking magic skill - the Flowing Cloud Sleeves, and he stopped laughing. However, his reaction was still a little late, and it was too late to retreat. In a hurry, he had to pull the sturdy blacksmith, trying to use his body to resist this sleeve that seemed to have no power but was actually full of murderous intent.

"Crack... crack... crack..." The sleeves of Liuyun brushed the blacksmith's neck and chest like white clouds. There should have been no sound, but unexpectedly there was a series of bone-breaking sounds. When the sleeves brushed past, the blacksmith's chest and neck seemed no different from before, but in fact, the big man's bones had already been broken into powder. He didn't even have time to shout, and blood was flowing from all seven orifices, and his burly body fell to the ground with a bang.

The death ghost looked at Yun Zixiao incredulously, feeling a great fear deep in his soul, a fear he had never experienced since he was born. "Mr. Yun... Lord Yun, please show mercy and let me go."

Yun Zixiao looked down at this seemingly bloody and cruel old dwarf who was actually as cowardly as a mouse, and said word by word: "I can let you go, but you must take me to Lihentian!"

"Okay, I'll take you there tomorrow night!" The Death-Calling Ghost knew that there might be a thousand things wrong with this, but nothing was more important than his own life. Even if Yun Zixiao really led his troops to encircle Lihentian in the future, at least it would not be today. Being able to live one more day in front of such a master was undoubtedly a blessing.

It is said that the assassin organization Lihentian would gather at the Soul-Snatching Tower once a month. But apart from a few death-dealing ghosts, no one knew where the Soul-Snatching Tower was, let alone when the monthly gathering would be. Even if Yun Zixiao was reluctant, he had no choice but to wait, "Well, I'll come find you at the first watch tomorrow night. If you dare to lie to me, you should know the consequences!"

Yun Zixiao said this coldly, then walked away with a grim smile, leaving behind the death-seeking ghost with a shadow in his heart, facing the blacksmith's corpse and the unfinished thigh on the table alone, cowering and waiting for the arrival of tomorrow night.

The next day, late at night.

The moonlight was quiet and dim. The night wind slowly blew over Yunmeng Ghost Valley. The branches rustled in the wind, adding a few more gloomy and murderous intentions to this already mysterious valley. Yun Zixiao held a long sword in his hand and forced the death ghost to move slowly forward in the dense forest with mottled moon shadows. "Where is the Death Tower? Why have you walked for so long without even seeing the tower? Do you dare to deceive me?"

Yun Zixiao didn't need to draw his sword. His cold voice without a trace of emotion was enough to make the death-dealing ghost feel a chill in his heart. "Master Yun... Master Yun, I dare not lie to you. If we go forward less than ten miles, we will reach the place where the Death Tower will appear tonight."

"Tonight?" Yun Zixiao seemed to sense something unusual in the words of the Death-Calling Ghost, and asked coldly, "In other words, the location of the Death-Calling Tower is different each time?"

The life-destroying ghost wanted to keep the court from knowing too much about the secrets of Lihentian, but was afraid that Yun Zixiao would be furious and kill people, so he could only say: "Master Yun is right! Although the Soul-Snatching Tower always appears in Ghost Valley, only we, the life-destroying ghosts and the assassins in the organization, know the specific location of the next appearance. Outsiders have no way of knowing." Yun Zixiao questioned: "There are tens of millions of pagodas in the world, but I have never heard of any pagoda that can appear and disappear. Could it be that the assassins in Lihentian also have magic that can make such a large pagoda disappear without a trace when they are free?"

The Death-Calling Ghost rolled his eyes a few times and thought to himself, "There is no one in the world who can really perform magic. The so-called present world is just a trick to secretly control the rise and fall of the machine. However, as for the official Hai Chizi, I might as well deceive him, so that he won't want to kill me later."

The old dwarf thought about it and said casually, "Yes, the masters in Lihentian are definitely not just ordinary killers. They are really thirty-six living gods as they say. The reason why they take money to kill people is just to accumulate merits and benefit the world. Otherwise, why would they only gather once a month?"

Yun Zixiao was born without belief in ghosts and gods, but he often heard his father Yun Yimo talk about ghosts and gods, witchcraft and sorcery, so he had to be somewhat awed by the unknown things in his heart. He glanced at the death-dealing ghost, nodded slightly, and said, "Since the other party is an immortal, my wish will surely be fulfilled."

The Death-Calling Ghost laughed and said, "Haha, I hope so, I hope so! But your identity is too special, and I am afraid that my master, Wanli Duopo Jia Guixi, will be bound by the rules and refuse to accept your business."

“Rules?” Yun Zixiao smiled coldly and said, “I don’t care what his rules are. He must do this business. Otherwise, before midnight tomorrow, the name of Lihentian will no longer exist in the martial arts world.”

The ghost smiled and said, "Lord Yun is a high-ranking official with a big heart. You are the only one in the world who dares to ignore Lihentian with just one sword!"

The two walked and talked, and before they knew it, they had reached the depths of Ghost Valley. There were cliffs on both sides of this place, and a steep hill opposite. The moonlight could hardly shine through the valley walls, so the vision here was even darker than in the dense forest just now.

Suddenly, an inexplicable sound of "creak... creak... creak..." came from the high hill in front of them, followed by the whimpering sound of wind entering a deep cave. It sounded like the gate of Fengdu was accidentally opened by someone, and countless evil ghosts and wronged souls were crying and about to emerge from the ground.

Yun Zixiao was very courageous, but he could not help but frown when he heard such a strange and terrifying sound. At the same time, his slender, white fingers were on the hilt of the sword, ready to draw the sword and fight at any time. The death ghost was used to this, pointed to the source of the sound, and said: "Master Yun, the Death Tower is about to appear in the world!"

As soon as the death-chasing ghost finished speaking, the towering pagoda really rose slowly from the ground on the hill, like a fairy tree that grows in the wind, and stood on the top of the hill in an instant. Under the moonlight, it can be vaguely seen that the tower is about ten feet high and has a total of nine floors, with eaves and brackets on each floor, and black bricks everywhere. There seems to be a string of wind chimes hanging under each eave, which make strange sounds when blown by the night wind.

Yun Zixiao looked at the tall tower not far away and said, "Is this the Death Tower?" (End of this chapter)