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Chapter 230 Soul-Suppressing Evil Nail, Not Returning to the Ghost Tomb

For the first time, Yu Chen saw this legendary national teacher, a fourth-level existence who was one of the three along with Wen Sheng.

He tried his best not to care about that gaze, bit the bullet, and walked in the direction of the city gate.

——Because the old man Wensheng told him that there are many strange things about this national teacher.

One of them is that when he appears in your field of vision, what you see is always that he is facing you and staring at you.

No matter how you change position, how you change direction, just look at him and you will see him looking at you too.

Can never see his back.

So at this moment, the national teacher is just standing on the city wall, but when Yu Chen saw him, he had the illusion of being stared at.

——That kind of feeling, to be honest, is not very good.

Following a team of vendors, Yu Chen came to the gate of the city and accepted the routine inspection of the city guard.

It has to be said that even though the benevolent king Zhou Xiu withdrew from the battle for the heir apparent, the doorman token he gave was still full of gold, which saved Yu Chen and Shitou a lot of unnecessary trouble and passed the inspection at the gate of the city.

——Otherwise, he would have to come up with a false identity, after all, both he and Shitou were originally from Jinling, Jiangzhou.And now, after Jiangzhou disappeared mysteriously, anyone or anything related to Jiangzhou was enough to touch the sensitive nerves of the capital's senior management.

Pass the inspection and walk into the dark city gate that is three to five feet deep—this is also the thickness of the city wall of the capital.

The farther you go, the darker the darkness, the stronger the feeling of oppression.

Until a certain moment, after walking through the city gate completely, it seems that after the mountains and rivers have recovered, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright!
A scene of prosperity squeezed into Yu Chen's field of vision, and he was dizzy.

Just look at the street ahead, the bluestone paved road is extremely wide, and it is not crowded at all with twenty riders driving together;
On both sides of the street, there are many majestic green tile and wooden buildings, and there are many door shops. On the left, the Jinjin House is hung with luxurious cloth, and on the right, in the Boya Pavilion, there are antique pianos; The bustle and bustle, like the random flowers, fascinated people's eyes.

Yu Chen and Shitou were like two country bumpkins who had never seen the world before. They were stunned for a few breaths before they could react and walked forward, mingling with the endless stream of people.

People come and go, very lively.

Judging from the revolving lantern of the old man Wen Sheng, the entire capital city is divided into three parts-the outer city, the inner city, and the imperial city.

The outer city is where Yu Chen is standing, and it is divided into four districts, east, west, north, south, named after the four great beasts of green dragon, white tiger, vermilion bird, and basalt. It is the daily life of the people in the capital.

The outer city and the inner city are separated by Luoshui River. The inner city is mainly where various departments of the imperial court and some high-ranking officials live.

As for the imperial city, there is no need to say more, the real dragon emperor is located, that is, the imperial city, the place where the luck of humanity gathers, it is extremely prosperous.

Yu Chen walked around the outer city, found an inn to have a meal, asked for a room, and planned to stay for one night before making any plans.

Needless to say, his plan is naturally to find a grave to watch.

Because there are graves, there are dead people, there are dead people, there are last wishes, there are last wishes, there are rewards, and rewards are the only way to grow.

But there is no rush for this matter, it is getting late at the moment, and the Funeral Director of the Ministry of Rites who is in charge of funerals may also be closed, so let's talk about it tomorrow.

In the inn room, Yu Chen took out eighteen copper nails from the mustard seed sumeru bag.

The nail was one foot long, the cold light was not visible, the whole body was dark red and mottled, whether it was blood or rust, it was full of ominous and strange atmosphere.

It's called—Eighteen Nails for the Requiem of the Soul.

It was the reward given by the Durenjing after the last wishes of Lang Qing and others were fulfilled.

It is not difficult to use, it can be used after pouring the qi of life, just like the art of controlling a sword, the eighteen soul-suppressing nails are like arms, the copper nails are inserted into the ground, and the ground can be drawn as a prison to lock the soul; The body is cut off from vitality, and there is no life after ten deaths.

After playing with it in poor hands, Yu Chen put it away, sat cross-legged on the bed, and practiced.

At this moment, in the spiritual court, the spiritual golden body is still expanding, and the sky of the spiritual court has burst into cracks.

Yu Chen knew that only by waiting for the sky dome of one spiritual aspect to completely shatter, the realm of gods would be opened up, the spiritual aspect would break through the void, soar up in the daytime, and reach the third realm of qi refining.

Just around the corner!

Silent all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Yu Chen asked Shitou to wait at the inn, went down and ordered a bowl of porridge by himself, sat in the tea shed outside the inn, sipped it, and looked outside the street.

At this moment, the sky is dim, but the capital city is already bustling with activity, hawkers carrying their shoulders on their shoulders head towards the market;

After eating the porridge, Yu Chen headed towards the inner city.

The inner city and the outer city of this capital are separated by only a water, which is called the mainstream of Luoshui.

To say that this Luoshui is also a major feature of the capital, the mainstream is the ship route to and from the capital, and there are huge ships docking and departing day and night.

And those tributaries became the grand scene of the capital. During the day, those scholars and literati boarded boats and sailed, brewed tea and fought poems, and slammed Fang Qiu; The night scene where those playboys wanton and carefree.

Closer to home, there is no land route from the outer city to the inner city. There are only thirteen heavenly bridges across Luoshui.

The fact is true, the inner city is mostly the various departments of the imperial court, and the residences of the princes and wealthy merchants, for ordinary people, it is indeed like cloud and mud, unattainable.

With King Rende's guest token in his hand, Yu Chen passed through the gates of the inner city quite easily - that Zhou Xiu was not exaggerating, except that his door token could not go to the imperial city at will, it was everywhere in the capital. Unimpeded.

Come to the Ministry of Rites, the funeral director who specializes in funeral affairs.

When the official of the funeral director saw King Rende's guest badge, he immediately turned into a good public servant of the people, amiable, flattering and laughing with him.

But when he heard that Yu Chen wanted to find a job as a grave watcher, he showed embarrassment.

——In Daxia Capital, there are four mausoleums open to the outside world, corresponding to the four cities in the outer city.

And the position of the mausoleum guard is also a serious imperial establishment. Although there is no establishment, he still eats from the public. The iron rice bowl is secure and leisurely.

So even though it sounds like a low-level job, it was overwhelmed by those common people, and there was no vacancy at all, and those who could squeeze their heads to become mausoleum guards were basically related to the officials under the court.

But at this moment, Yu Chen came with King Rende's retainer token, saying that if he wanted to find a job to guard the tomb, he must kick out one of those tomb guards.

This official can have a headache.

After hearing this, Yu Chen didn't want to steal his job, so he asked if there were any other tombs.

The official's eyes rolled, he hesitated to speak, and after a long time, he said that besides the four mausoleums, there is another one in the capital.

It's just that the mausoleum is called "Bugui", and you can tell from the name that it is not a good place.

It's not even in the capital city, but on the outside of the mountain of no return.

Although it is also under the care of the family funeral director, the corpses buried on it either died violently, were full of resentment, or came from nowhere.

The guardians of the other four mausoleums were all scrambled to be the mausoleum guardians, but this is the only mausoleum that does not return because of the heavy yin, the mausoleum guardians changed one after another, and the longest did not work for three months before quitting. .

So at this moment, the position of the guardian of the mausoleum who does not return to the mausoleum is vacant.

But after the official made it clear, he didn't suggest Yu Chen to go there, because he heard that there were unclean things.

After hearing this, Yu Chen's eyes lit up.

——Aren’t you drowsy and touching the pillow?

Those of us who are dead people do business, don't we want the dead body with deep resentment?
As for the official's eyes and mouth, which are cloudy, unclean, and haunted?
What is that?
It is not an exaggeration for Yu Chen to say that he is a ghost ancestor!
Only after he insisted repeatedly did the official handle the job for him, and he emphasized again and again that once the second watch was over at night, he must stay in the house and not go out to wander around.

Yu Chen fully agreed, took the badge, clothes, bedding, and other sundries, and left.

The official of the funeral director was left with a confused look on his face.

You said that with King Rende's guest badge, other than those with official ranks, the rest of the jobs in the court were chosen randomly?
Why did the young man decide to plunge headlong into the pile of dead people?
I don't understand.

But Yu Chen didn't care about him, he took his things and went back to the outer city. After picking up the stones at the inn, he was ready to leave the city and go up the mountain.

The streets are still bustling.

Yu Chen bought a few bunches of candied haws and some pastries, and planned to take them to the underworld to give Qing Huan a taste later, this girl likes these snacks.

The capital city is also very big, and the two of them walked for a long time, but they still didn't reach the destination, the mountain of no return.

It wasn't until the sky darkened and dusk approached that a gloomy black mountain could be seen from a distance under the setting sun outside the city wall.

—here it is!
But just when the two were about to leave the city, there was a commotion at the gate of the city, which caught their attention.

I just saw a lot of people surrounded there, crowded and noisy.

Yu Chen and Shitou were just about to gather around to see the excitement.

I heard someone exclaim in the crowd!
"Dead man! Dead man! The lame horse is dead!"

So everyone panicked, you said something, I talked about it, and couldn't stop talking.

From the comments of those common people, Yu Chen finally knew what happened.

Let's say that the streets and alleys near the city gate are the lowest level in the capital, where the most humble people live.

——The layout of the capital is like this, the closer it is to the imperial city, the more prosperous it will be; otherwise, the more impoverished and desolate it will be.

The Qingwa Street where Yu Chen and the two are currently living is even poorer among the poor. They are basically old men and women who have nowhere to live, waiting to die in a daze.

And the dead man surrounded by everyone was an old man in Qingwa Street.

His real name is unknown, no one knows.

However, because of a broken leg and an old horse all day long, he was called "a lame horse".

Said the horse is lame, although it is lame, but its bones are also strong. These years, relying on his old horse, he has brought some herbs from outside the city into the city to sell for a living.

But today, when he came back from outside the city, everyone didn't see his old horse. The lame horse himself was covered in bruises, and he limped back by leaning on a tree branch.

There was still something muttering in his mouth, but no one heard him.

It wasn't until dusk that neighbors found him lying in front of their house.

When he touched his neck, he was already out of breath.

(End of this chapter)