Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 860 The Year's Fortune and Misfortune - Tai Sui God

The stench of a corpse is hard to describe.

It's like mixing rotten fat and rotten eggs together, then adding some ammonia and stirring it all together.

Wu Xian would smell this scent every time he was in the blessed land, but he still couldn't get used to it completely.

This smell represents the death of one's own kind, symbolizing that danger is nearby. It has been etched deep into the human gene pool, and even those who smell it for the first time will find it extremely disgusting.

Wu Xian drew his constant weapon, the Cursed Dream, raised his upper body, easily cut the white silk ribbon on his feet, and landed lightly on the ground.

This is the function of a constant weapon.

Although it doesn't kill evil spirits, the dagger itself makes the early stages of the blessed land much easier.

After landing on the ground, Wu Xian frowned.

The ground was greasy, like a stove that hadn't been cleaned in a long time. However, the oil next to the stove was vegetable oil that had dripped during cooking, while the oil under Wu Xian's feet was the corpse oil that had dripped from the body above.

He stood up and took a step forward, and a slight tearing sound could be heard, the sound of a shoe sole being pulled from the corpse oil.

Despite his discomfort, Wu Xian first surveyed his surroundings.

The room was large, with black-painted pillars, red-painted fences, and wooden signs against the wall that read 'Avoidance' and 'Silence'.

First, there is the huge plaque that reads "A Clear Mirror Hangs High" hanging high above.

Below the plaque is a mural with the theme "Red Sun Rising from the Sea," painted in blue and white with waves and red with the rising sun. In front of the mural is a black table. The red sun in the mural has two hands, which should be used to tell time; the current time is 10 p.m.

With this case and mural in front of you.

In the left rear corner, there was a large, dusty drum. This drum should be the Dengwen Drum, but it only had the drum and no drumsticks.

In the right rear corner, there were two wooden cages.

Behind them are seven tables with statues of gods and incense burners, presumably used for worship.

It is worth mentioning that all seven statues are identical, clad in armor, with bluish-green skin, three heads and six arms, each head with three eyes. One is serene like a Buddha, another fierce like a demon, and the middle one appears to be both crying and laughing. The inscription beneath the throne reads:
The annual fortune and misfortune of the Grand Duke Jupiter!
In addition, the room has three doors and two staircases.

The wooden door on the left is labeled 'Death Door'. The door is tightly closed, and no one knows what is hidden behind it.

The door on the right was open, with a sign that read 'Human Door', but a large mass of slowly writhing flesh was stuck to the door.

The door at the back is called the ceremonial gate. The ceremonial gate has two doors, an outer one and an inner one. The outer door is closed, but the inner door is open. Between the inner and outer doors, there seems to be a corridor leading to both sides.

Both staircases lead to the upper floors, but one is a staircase and the other is an escalator, and both staircases are blocked off by roller shutters.

Looking up, you can see a dense mass of corpses.

Most of the corpses were hanging upright with their chests and abdomens cut open, while a small number were hanging upside down like Wu Xian had initially done. The ceiling light was blocked by these corpses, making the room appear dark and eerie.

Those hanging upside down are the ordinary people who disappeared along with Wu Xian in the Music Culture Museum.

Wu Xian quickly counted; there were twenty-four living people in total, all currently unconscious. He rubbed his hair in frustration and couldn't help but sigh.
"I really miss my teammates from last time... This time they're all ordinary people, and it takes a lot of effort just to explain to them what a blessed land is."

At this point, Wu Xian had roughly inspected the current space.

At first glance, the entire space resembles a county government office from an ancient costume drama, but upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that this is actually the courtyard of a massive building. After all, an ancient county government office certainly wouldn't have electric lights or elevators…

Then Wu Xian opened the ordination certificate, only the certificate could tell him how to pass through this blessed land. As usual, the first page was a nonsensical poem.

Wu Xian sometimes wondered if the immortals responsible for writing the introductions to the blessed lands only had elementary school education, as they always struggled for a long time to write such a passage.

The ground was covered in sticky, oily corpses; the rooftops were draped with fleshy corpses.

The imprisoned woman cried out in a mournful voice, her grievances unknown; the terracotta figurine silently spoke of ghosts.

The drumbeats sound, evil spirits tremble; the gavel of judges reveals the loyal from the treacherous.

Seeking survival amidst death, yet not seeing the light of day until dawn!
This time, the blessed land is called "Surviving Until Dawn". You must lead at least four newcomers to survive in the "Comprehensive Ancient Tour Hall" until 5:00 AM. Then, you can strike the gavel to wake up all the newcomers.

The following rules must be followed in this blessed land.

1. If a member of the family dies, the blessed land will be considered a failure.

Second: One cannot be resurrected after being killed by an evil spirit bound by chains.

Thirdly, apart from family members, the newlyweds must perform a second worship ceremony only after all the other newlyweds have performed the first ceremony.

Fourth: In each round of worship, all relatives and newlyweds must acquire the same number of worship items.

Wu Xian read these four rules several times, and the only useful information he had obtained so far was that there was an evil spirit in this blessed land that could seal his potential for resurrection.

As for what the other rules represent, it is still unknown. Only after waking up the ordinary people who are hanging there can we try to move on to the next step.

Wu Xian walked to the table in front and looked at the things on it. There were two pieces of paper, a black gavel, a divination stick container, and writing brush, ink, and inkstone.

The two sheets of paper contained documents stating that the execution would take place at noon the next day.

There are eight sticks in the divination tube: one red stick with the character 'kill' written on it, one green stick with the character 'detain' written on it, and six yellow sticks with the character 'release' written on them.

Wu Xianxian picked up the gavel and slammed it down hard, producing a loud bang.

The loud noise startled all the living people hanging upside down. Upon waking, they looked at their surroundings and felt the horrifying stench, and screamed and roared.

For a moment, Wu Xian's eardrums felt like they were about to explode from the noise, as if he had suddenly been transported to a vegetable market.

"Everyone, everyone... please be quiet and listen to me."

Wu Xian shouted a couple of times, but he couldn't quiet everyone down.

It's no wonder they panicked; anyone facing such a situation for the first time would find it difficult to remain calm.

Left with no other choice, Wu Xian ran back to the table and slammed the gavel to drown out everyone's voices and make everyone notice his presence.

Wu Xian walked to the ground beneath the crowd, looked up at the newlyweds mixed in with the corpses, and forced a kind smile:

"Don't panic, everyone. Listen to me first. This is a blessed place..."

Wu Xian paused for a moment at this point.

He was also somewhat troubled about how to introduce the blessed land. Judging from the difficulty of the blessed land alone, Wu Xian was the only one among his companions this time. So even if Wu Xian performed well, at least half of these people would probably die.

Presenting the truth would only cause more panic, but telling lies would be irresponsible towards these people's lives.

Therefore, Wu Xian finally decided to speak frankly and tell everyone everything they needed to know, whether it was cruel or positive!
(End of this chapter)