The Spirit World

Chapter 809: Immortal Hall

In an era that is neither far nor near.

The sky was gloomy, and the raindrops were as bleak as the breeze in the black sky, but those raindrops were piercing, and every drop of it was so piercing that it was hard to bear.

There was thunder in an instant, and lightning flashed forever. The white burning snake shouted and roared in the sky, winding and moving, floating in the clouds, roaring on the earth, shocking the lights of thousands of homes, and suppressing thousands of souls.

A galloping black horse set off the extraordinary thunder, and it rushed through the thorns. Its strong legs were raised like flying in the black mire, for fear of having the slightest contact with this filthy world.

"Fight!" The waving rope whip pierced through the black thorns like a sharp sword and hit the black horse, resounding through the sky like lightning and thunder.

"Hurry up! You beast! If you delay, you will never get away with it!" The left eye of the groom who was wielding the whip was tied with a black silk ribbon which was completely wet, and his right eye that could be seen was also bright red from the wind and rain.

The black horse neighed, and the bumpy wooden cart finally rushed out from the thorn field. This was the real way out of the thorn field. The narrow wooden cart was twisted and distorted by the pull of the black horse and the thorns. It was covered with a piece of white cloth that had already been stained with mud and blood. Only through the twisted and distorted appearance could one see that there were some "things" stacked on it.

"damn it!"

The one-eyed groom cursed loudly, and his mouthful of muddy teeth shone like sharp barbs under the white lightning.

When the whip was swung again, the horse felt pain and did not care about the breaking of the rope. It jumped out of the mud at once, carrying the horseman and the "thing" on the cart with it.

"Be careful, you beast!" The one-eyed coachman whipped the cart again and pulled the reins hard to steady himself, but with this whip, he rushed out quickly. The things on the cart could not withstand the bumps of the speeding car, and a "thing" rolled down from the white blood cloth, carrying the collision of scrap iron and swords, and fell into the swamp, accompanied by thorns.

The white snake was raging in the sky, and the "thing" that rolled down could only accept the sight of its dead eyes, which were still open. The armor on its body was reflecting light, like bolts of spiritual light rolling down together. From its eyes illuminated by lightning, the carriage galloped away, never to return here again.

"Damn it, you've at least deprived me of a period of happy life!" The one-eyed coachman cursed his carriage which was running wildly amid thunder. Looking back, the red light emanating from the fallen "thing" made his anger even stronger.

His bloodshot eyes turned to look at the other "things" on the carriage. He was quite relieved and suppressed his anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you lose it like this, you will die here! Stinky horse!"

He swung the whip again with his backhand and turned back suddenly. The clothes he had worn for too long were covered with mottled mud, and the rain left some white marks. The moss and the chain around his waist almost coexisted together, and there was an exquisite ruby-covered hilt inserted on the edge of his boot. There was almost nothing on his body that belonged to him, but he didn't want the armor of those "things".

He even looked like a beggar, except that a beggar doesn't have a black horse or a cart to pull his goods.

His slovenliness and obvious dirt on his body were difficult to wash off even in such a heavy rain.

His hair was hidden in a shabby three-pointed hat, which was so tattered and looked like a beggar's hat that it was the most inappropriate for him.

Also, the various ironware on the carriage naturally did not belong to him.

The iron swords glowed, the iron armor was clean, the iron blades were blunt, the iron hammers were as hard as stones, the iron boots walked through the mud, and the "things" that once held and wore those iron tools were twisted and distorted, and on the galloping cart, they bumped left and right, making clanging sounds.

And right in the center of these iron tools, another rectangular "object" wrapped in white blood cloth is his most precious "treasure".

He was looking at this just now.

This rectangular "treasure" is extremely large, with six wrist-thick iron chains forcibly wrapped around its entire body. It has bright red bloodstains and barely visible patterns on it, as well as large amounts of agate stones and patterns of gold and silver entanglements, all of which make the value of this "treasure" unpredictable.

This also means that the one-eyed groom is about to get rich.

This is also the reason why, when those "things" fell down, he cursed without reason and galloped to the place where this "treasure" was most suitable for it.

【Immortal Hall】

The lightning was blinding, and the one-eyed groom opened his huge right eye, staring straight ahead with his hugely shrunken red pupil.

On the top of the cliff, the winding mountain road with lightning and thunder could not withstand this long-lasting rainstorm.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Faster! Beast!" The one-eyed groom swung his whip like rain, like an angry tyrant, waving the long whip in his hand and beating the horse that was crawling on the ground to death.

The horse neighed incessantly, but it was difficult to speed up. Fortunately, the destination was right in front of us, and the neighing of the horse stopped as we arrived at the destination.

It was a small black bell tower, not very high, only about three stories high, but underneath was an abandoned cathedral. The statues in the church were covered in blood and tears, and their strong bodies and arms open to embrace the world were even more ironic for the "monsters" who made their living in this small city's cathedral.

"Beast! Beast!" The one-eyed groom kicked the stopped horse twice. The horse felt pain and stepped back, shaking its head and blinking its eyes in the rainstorm.

"Hey! Isn't this Simone? You're here again?" A sergeant with a black iron sword on his waist came over to greet him, and said in a very playful tone: "Don't let us eat in vain this time... Pat your butt and leave~"

The soldier in black armor stood next to the one-eyed groom Simone, and only then could he see Simone's short stature and his uncontrollably slovenly appearance.

"Captain Sinokos, you're such a joker." Simone's short and hunchbacked figure certainly didn't look that handsome. In front of the tall and handsome sergeant, he looked like a funny clown.

Sinoquos’s golden hair was so dazzling, and his blue eyes were as bright as snow, without any stain, as clear as a stream of water.

Simone rubbed his old, rough hands, and in the sound of the horse's panting, he squinted his eyes and laughed awkwardly in a very strange voice: "This time, in addition to the usual armor, there is another thing that will definitely make General Pangnapo happy~ Please, let me in~ Hehe..."

Simone's wrinkled face was embarrassed when he smiled, but he took out a golden coin in his hand and grabbed Sinokos' hand and put it in his palm.

"If our general is not satisfied, I will not collect your body!" Sinokos took the gold coins and stuffed them into the waist pocket of his armor. He stood taller and walked away, ordering the guards guarding the church gate to let him pass.

"Thank you, Commander Sinoquos!"

Simone was obviously thanking Sinokos for letting him go, but it also seemed like he was responding to Sinokos's warning that he would not collect his body. Sinokos obviously laughed at his own and Simone's witty remarks. He snorted, straightened his armor, stood aside, and said to the soldier who was looking at something as if he had never seen Simone before, "You should thank yourself."

"Yes, yes." Simone climbed onto the horse like a monkey. The horse was scratched by Simone's extremely long nails and trembled twice. It then carried Simone and Simone's treasure slowly past the soldiers guarding the road.

The road to the church is also just this short distance away, but it is also the only normal road.

On a furious rainy day, only a desperado like Simone would appear here. Carrying his treasures, Simone walked through the long alley. In the darkness, he saw the pairs of dry eyes and the dry skeleton-like bodies in the church alley.

They were not much better than Simeone's "treasures", except that they were still alive, while the "things" in his car were already stinking.

They would soon be eaten by maggots, and if it weren't for Simonyi, these "things" might have been buried forever on the battlefield.

Iron will rust, blood will dry up, people will die, and the groans will cease.

Including in this narrow and dark corridor, there were countless, dull moans for help.

"Save us...please..." Those desperate "things" pleaded with Simeone one after another, but they could only get Simeone's scolding.

Simeone's butt was sitting on the back of the black horse, but his feet were stepping on the white bones stretched out by those powerless "things".

"Damn it! Get out of my way! You should have died long ago!" Simone was almost furious because he saw a bony hand trying to touch his black horse in the corridor, and his "baby" in the car.

"Damn thing! Get out of here!" Simone took out the chain knife from his boot, swung out a chain, and the sharp knife hit the bones directly, crushing the old bones.

He wanted to say some more nonsense and curse, but the corridor moved very quickly and when it reached the end, the groaning and wailing bones gave up the idea.

They seemed unable to leave the corridor and piled up in the corridor leading to the church, which became the most annoying part of the journey for Simone.

Lightning can knock down any wall here, revealing the dilapidated and dirty things, and then all the things are illuminated by a lot of light.

The interior of the church really has a different kind of lively atmosphere, because there are flames and bonfires used by humans, and the more desperate eyes of humans in the bonfires.

Simone's carriage moved forward step by step, wheel by wheel, and only then could the bonfires and the skinny bodies come into view little by little.

And behind the white pillars of the church, there were "things" that had fainted from hunger and were about to become corpses.

These "things" do not retain human desires, simply because they are already bound in chains, and they have no hope of survival.

This is natural, because this is the famous [Immortal Hall].

All those who suffer from immortality are here, enjoying their last thought from hell on earth.

Pass through the corridor and the lobby connected to the corridor, and you will see the real nave of the church.

There are still people guarding here.

The man in the sergeant's uniform had short white hair and, like Simone, one eye, but had the tall stature of Sinokos. And, the officer's uniform.

"I'm sorry, you have to stop and accept inspection." The one-eyed officer did not have the blindfold that embarrassed Simone. His closed left eye and his open right eye seemed to have no connection at all.

"Captain Norav! It's me! Simone! Your dear servant."

Simone dismounted quickly. In front of him, in that bloodshot eye, Commander Norav's face was incredibly majestic. The new soldier saw his bear-like appearance and laughed softly. A trace of anger in Simone's eyes disappeared in an instant. Commander Norav glared at the soldier and said to Simone in an extremely serious manner: "Simone...you must be examined...this is the rule."

Norav walked towards the black horse of Pinocchio, and Simone's eyes followed Norav's movement. Then Norav put his hand on the neck of the black horse and sighed slowly.

"Captain Norav!"

Simone quickly approached, lowered his head, looked up, and said with his dirty teeth: "I don't like anything else on weekdays, but I like to collect some dead people's things. I traveled thousands of miles to the battlefield to collect them, just to show my filial piety to you [Undead Group]. I am not very successful, so you can choose any of them, Commander Norav!"

Simone understood that this was the rule of the Immortal Hall. No matter whether they knew each other before or whether they had given gifts to each other before, now, there would be as many gifts to be received as there were levels in the Immortal Hall.

He originally intended these things for Pangnapo, so it would definitely not be wrong to give them to Sinoquos and Norav now.

"If you like, I'll give you this damn horse. It's ruined my good fortune! Damn it!"

Simeone was about to kick, but Norav raised his head to stop him, and Simeone was able to stop himself.

"It's not that I like it..." Norav walked towards the black horse and slowly came to Simone's "baby". The square white cloth was covered with blood. Naturally, it was the "thing" that Simone collected on the battlefield.

"That's it..." Noraf's eyes glanced at the white cloth, lifted a corner, and saw white armor and countless iron weapons.

"You know that a good colt should be matched with a good master. If you give these to the general, I think the general will be fed up with them. It's not bad to give this horse to the general."

Norav raised his head, looked at Simone and said, "Of course, I'm just suggesting."

(End of this chapter)