I'm not a psychopath!

Chapter 219 Ghost Town
Jiang Qing couldn't help but frown. This place was filled with an ominous atmosphere.

He quickly stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of his eyes, casting a simple spell.

As the spell was cast, the scene before his eyes suddenly became clear. He took a breath and saw that the streets were full of wandering ghosts, some wandering with their heads down, some howling to the sky, each of them carrying deep resentment and unwillingness.

Jiang Qing's heart tightened.

We must leave this gloomy place as soon as possible.

He recalled the hole in the ground before he was sucked in. That was his only way out.

He turned around hurriedly and tried to get back through the dog hole, hoping to return to his original world.

However, when he arrived at the foot of the city wall, he found that the hole had disappeared without a trace at some point.

Where the dog hole originally was, there was now only a cold city wall, without even a crack left. Jiang Qing felt heavy in his heart; he was trapped in this ghost town with no way out.

"If this is the Eternal Underworld, then this is likely the source of the weirdness..."

Jiang Qing muttered to himself, being trapped alone in such an empty ghost town is really frightening.

He forced himself to calm down.

"We have to find a way out quickly." His eyes wandered among the ruins around him, and finally landed on a relatively well-preserved house.

The gate of the house was half-open, as if inviting him in, or perhaps hiding an unknown danger. He took a deep breath, mustered his courage, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and stepped into the house.

The scene inside the house is completely different from the desolate scene outside. It seems to be protected by some force and not eroded by time.

The plants in the yard were still full of vitality, but this vitality seemed particularly strange against the backdrop of the ghost town. Jiang Qing carefully walked through the courtyard and came to the main house.

The door to the main house was ajar.

Jiang Qing pushed the door gently, and it opened silently. The room was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight coming in through the gaps in the window, creating mottled light and shadows.

His eyes scanned the room.

I found that the furniture in the house remained the same as it was, as if the owner had just left not long ago.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew.

The candles in the house were lit instantly, and the flickering flames illuminated every corner of the house.

Jiang Qing was shocked. He could feel that this wind was not formed naturally, but something was controlling everything.

He took a few steps back vigilantly, ready to deal with any possible crisis at any time.

Just then, he heard a low crying sound, which seemed to come from a room in the house.

"What's going on?"

Jiang Qing tightly grasped the sword in his hand and slowly approached the source of the sound. He pushed open the door and saw that the room was empty, but the crying sound became clearer.

He looked around and finally found that the sound came from an ancient mirror.

The image in the mirror was distorted, reflecting a blurry figure of a woman who seemed to be trapped in the mirror's world, crying for help.

The moment he saw the woman's figure, Jiang Qing's heart softened for no reason and he actually decided to try to help this woman.

He reached out and gently touched the surface of the mirror, trying to break the barrier.

However, when his fingers touched the mirror, he bit the tip of his tongue hard.

The piercing pain mixed with the smell of blood brought him back to his senses. At this moment, Jiang Qing's back was completely wet, and he felt a wave of fear in his heart.

"It almost happened. What the hell is this thing..."

From being confused to being suddenly awakened, it all happened in an instant. Jiang Qing realized that he could not look at the mirror again, but before he could retract his outstretched finger.

The woman in the mirror actually stretched out her hand in anger, and with a powerful force, she tried to pull him into the mirror! !
Jiang Qing was horrified and quickly used all his magic power to resist the suction.

After a struggle, he finally got rid of the mirror and retreated back into the room. His forehead was covered with cold sweat and he was secretly alert in his heart. Everything in this ghost town was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

"This damn place is too dangerous." Jiang Qing hurriedly left the house. As he left the house, he noticed with his sharp eyes that the plants in the yard were withering and turning yellow rapidly.

"Is this specially for me?"

Jiang Qing realized that he couldn't easily believe everything in front of him, as every detail could be a trap.

Jiang Qing walked out of the house, his heart full of confusion and anxiety. He urgently needed to find a way out.

Suddenly, he felt a strange gaze, as if something was secretly watching him.

He turned around quickly, his eyes as sharp as lightning, scanning the surroundings, and finally fixed on the window of a house not far away.

There, a figure flashed by quickly. Although it was just a glimpse, Jiang Qing had already recognized it. It was the paper man he had seen before.

"Did he lead me here?" Jiang Qing had a guess in his mind.

Without hesitation, he decided to follow this clue.

Jiang Qing approached the house silently, his steps light and firm, like a cheetah in the night.

When he came to the window, he found that the paper man had disappeared. He frowned, but did not give up. Instead, he continued to explore the house.

The scene inside the house made Jiang Qing feel weird. Everything here was made of paper, from doors and windows to tables and chairs.

This strange arrangement made him feel a little uneasy, but he still mustered up his courage and opened the door to the inner room.

The moment the door opened, several shadows fell.

Jiang Qing reacted very quickly. With a wave of his hand, the long sword came out of its sheath, and the sword light was like a meteor across the night sky, bright and swift. His swordsmanship was not only fast, but also extremely accurate. Every sword hit the target just right.

however……

When everything calmed down, he realized that it was just a few pieces of paper money that had fallen from the door.

He is so nervous.

"call……"

Jiang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling rich or poor.

"Why are paper money clipped to the door?" Just as Jiang Qing was puzzled, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

He turned his head and saw that the paper stools and chairs in the room suddenly fell over, as if something was pushing them from underneath.

Jiang Qing's heart tightened, he knew that there must be something here.

He gripped the sword tightly, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, making a low humming sound, as if responding to the master's call.

At that moment, a piece of banknote suddenly rose from the ground, and it swayed and floated in front of Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing witnessed this sudden scene and was stunned for a moment.

He noticed that on the note, there were several conspicuous words written in black ink with crooked strokes.

[Please spare my life, sir]

grown ups?

Jiang Qing looked at the words on the paper money with some doubts and asked, "Who are you?" His voice echoed in the empty house, with a hint of inquiry and vigilance. Soon, new words appeared on the paper money.

We are ghosts living here

The words appear gradually, stroke by stroke, as if written by an invisible hand.

"Ghost?" Jiang Qing muttered.

He rubbed his fingers across his eyes again and cast a spell. As expected, his pupil technique allowed him to see something he had not noticed before.

A translucent old lady, holding a translucent child, was kneeling in front of him, their eyes full of pleading and fear.

He had activated the pupil technique before and then closed it because all he could see were wandering aimlessly and unconscious souls.

There is no point in seeing it, it will only increase the psychological pressure, so I just pretend not to see it. I didn't expect that there are actually intelligent ghosts here.

"Why can you maintain your spiritual intelligence, while the ghosts outside are wandering like homeless souls?"

The other party explained: "The people on the street are indeed wandering souls. Only by owning a house can they preserve their spiritual wisdom from their lifetime."

Jiang Qing was curious about this, "What is the reason?"

The other party explained: "This is the rule of the city. Without a house, there will be no ghost register. If a soul is not protected and has no roots, it will naturally disappear after wandering between heaven and earth for a long time.

As for purchasing a house, just like in the world of the living, there are two ways to settle down in the city. Either you have money, which is why in the world of the living there is a saying that when a relative passes away, you have to burn paper money.

So wandering souls are equal to gangsters?
You know, the word "hooligan" originally referred to people who had no house.

Well, people like this were everywhere in the era before Jiang Qing traveled through time, unless you bought a house.

After hearing this, Jiang Qing couldn't help but complain in his heart, "The denominations of those ghost money are so large, won't there be inflation?"

His heart was full of doubts and confusion, but at the same time he realized that the rules of this world were far more complicated than he had imagined.

Jiang Qing asked curiously, "You just mentioned one method, what about the other one?"

A hint of helplessness flashed across Madam Ghost's eyes, and she replied, "The second possibility is that there is a connection, such as a Taoist priest performing a ritual to save the soul, or someone coming down with Buddha's light, and the ghost messenger will directly open the back door.

There were even people who carried a page of scriptures into the underworld, and all the ghosts retreated away. I heard that they were directly given official titles.

...But ordinary souls like us have no chance of being saved."

Jiang Qing fell silent. He began to realize that even in the underworld, there were hierarchies and rules, and these rules were undoubtedly a kind of bondage and suffering for these trapped ghosts.

"Wait, there are coins and ghost officer positions here... where exactly is this place?"

The ghost woman's face flashed with surprise, "My lord, don't you know? This is the ghost city Fengdu."

……

On the other side of the ghost town.

Qin Xiaosui, Baili Ye and his group walked through the gloomy streets. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty space, sounding particularly clear.

Qin Xiaosui hugged Luo Shui's arm tightly, his eyes revealing anxiety and tension.

"Senior Sister Luo Shui, are we really going to do this?" Qin Xiaosui's voice trembled slightly. She looked at Baili Ye, hoping to get some comfort from her.

Luo Shui frowned. She knew that the best way to face the fear of the unknown was to face it. "Catching ghosts is also a last resort. We must find out the whereabouts of Jiang Qing."

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, bringing a bone-chilling chill, and everyone shivered involuntarily. Bailiye stopped and felt an unusual breath.

"Everyone be careful, there might be something here..." Before Baili Ye could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sudden noise.

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps, accompanied by a low roar, as if something was coming from all directions. Everyone's face changed, and they quickly stood back to back, observing their surroundings vigilantly.

"It's a ghost!" Shen Chengxian said in a low voice, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. His spells were ready, ready to deal with any possible crisis at any time.

Luo Shui was calmer, her eyes were sharp, scanning every corner around her. "Don't panic, we need to stay calm and find their weaknesses."

At this moment, a group of translucent ghosts appeared in their sight. Their eyes were empty and their faces were distorted, but they were wearing uniform ancient official uniforms and approached them.

"It's not just an ordinary wandering spirit, it's a ghost messenger!"

The other party also stared at this side, laughing: "Visitors from the world of the living? You know that living people cannot enter the underworld in the flesh, unless...

Oh, you broke the rules.

Then stay here forever!!”

Bailiye held his weapon tightly, ready to fight. "Come on, let's see what you can do!" He shouted and rushed towards the group of ghosts.

Although Qin Xiaosui was afraid, she was obviously not the kind of girl who would freeze and not move when frightened. If she had to describe it, it would probably be...

Aa ...

Then he crushed the cockroach into a paste with his bare hands.

Now Qin Xiaosui was obviously stressed. The aura on her body was stronger than ever before. With one punch, she could scare away any ghost that approached her.

She is most afraid of ghosts.

But there are a large number of ghost officials, and in this city, they seem to be immortal. Even if they are blasted into molecules by Qin Xiaosui, they can recover and start fighting again.

The problem is they can't tow.

The small team of ghost officials in front of him was not scary; what was scary was the potential support from the other side.

It will be difficult to leave then.

During the battle, Luo Shui suddenly discovered a characteristic of ghosts. "They seem to be afraid of light!"

She shouted loudly, alerting her companions.

Hearing Luo Shui's words, Shen Chengxian reacted quickly. He began to cast magic, creating balls of light that illuminated the surroundings.

As the light spread, the ghosts began to scream and retreat as if they were being burned.

Under the shining light, the ghosts gradually dissipated and everyone was able to breathe.

But they knew that this was only temporary peace.

"We have to find Jiang Qing and leave this damn place together." Baili Ye was panting, his eyes were firm, revealing his unyielding determination.

Qin Xiaosui nodded. Although there was still fear on her face, she beat another ghost to death.

……

"Fengdu? The legendary ghost town?" Jiang Qing's eyes showed shock.

As a native of the former Huaxia country, Jiang Qing was naturally familiar with all the legends about the underworld.

King Yama, Wangchuan River, Mengpo, Yellow Spring Water, etc. These stories all originated from the legendary ghost town, Fengdu.

He never expected that behind that huge bronze door, on the other side of the door was the famous Fengdu? But the scene before him... was far from what he had imagined.

What about the Gate of Hell? What about the Yellow Spring Road? What about the Forgotten River... and the legendary red spider lily that blooms all over the sky like fire?
Even if all these no longer exist, this place shouldn't be so desolate and dilapidated.

(End of this chapter)