Mythology

Chapter 248: My Daughter Is Still Caring
When Yang He walked into the subway station, the first thing he saw was the neat and clean stairs.

The floor was covered with marble tiles, the walls were spotless, and there was no corpse anywhere on the stairs, which was extremely strange.

[Spiritual Vision: 6.9]

"The spiritual vision only increased significantly outside Xiangshan Academy. Could it be that Jiejiao has dealt with the evil spirits in the subway station?"

"impossible."

Yang He gave up the idea, his spiritual vision could sense the throbbing of Yin energy.

Facts have proven that ghost realms exist, and evil spirits are like ever-growing leeks, which will be reborn no matter how many times they are killed.

"It seems that the evil spirit at Xiangshan Academy Station is very special."

"It shouldn't be my offspring, right?"

Yang He walked around the corner at the end of the stairs and came to the spacious waiting hall.

The waiting hall was not empty. There were two figures standing in the corner. Judging from their aura, they were two Jiejiao monks in the Huatai realm.

They then noticed Yang He who was staggering.

The leather Taoist robe was disguised as a beggar's patchwork clothes, and his expression pretended to be terrified.

"It's the common people in the city. Haha, they are rushing here to die in the past few days."

The two were not surprised. They looked at Yang He with contempt and did not investigate further. "Old Zhou, I thought it was some ignorant bastard from the Chan Sect who tried every possible means to rescue those true disciples."

"Everything that needs to be arranged has been arranged, and with the help of the Seven Monsters of Meishan, there is no doubt that they will die."

Yang He raised his eyebrows, and his first reaction when he heard about the Seven Monsters of Meishan was to be secretly delighted.

The true forms of the Seven Monsters of Meishan are seven kinds of animals. The white ape leading them is named Yuan Hong, and his magical powers are equivalent to those of a pirated version of Yang Jian.

He shouldn't have appeared so early in the original work, which is normal considering the plot breakdown.

Yang He licked his lips. Yuan Hong was proficient in the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts and the Law of Heaven and Earth. Although he didn't know where the latter's Taoist inheritance came from, he might be able to learn some skills from him.

"This person has strong Yang Fire, which can be used to refine pills and weapons. Old Zhou, please give it to me?"

"Tang Shan, you've been so vulgar all day, be careful not to annoy the senior brother."

"Oh, I haven't killed any mortals, so how could I cause a hundred ghosts to parade at night? The warning given by the eldest brother is for others to hear."

Tang Shan looked panicked. In the moment of hesitation, Yang He had already disappeared into the corridor adjacent to the waiting hall, so he had to give up in disappointment.

Zhou Bogu smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? You have killed at least eighty common people, if not a hundred."

"Old Zhou, do you think the ordinary people in the formation are human? They are just some residual thoughts derived from the bodies and souls of the Ten Heavenly Lords."

"It's okay. The yin energy deep inside the station is so strong that a mortal can't hold out for long. We'll be able to collect the body soon. It's just that the quality is a little worse."

While the two were chatting, faint spiritual patterns flickered on the ground and walls.

They received a message from Teng Hanfei that the magic circle of the station had been completed, so there was no need to continue guarding the entrances and exits, and they immediately rushed to the underground platform.

"Finally we don't have to wait around anymore. Let's have a taste of the delicious food of the Chan Sect tonight."

There was a hint of fear between Zhou Bogu's brows. The two of them walked into the corridor one after the other, and in front of them was still a neat and clean aisle.

After a few steps out of the corridor, the same waiting hall appeared after turning the corner.

The two men were not surprised at all, and did not even use their genitals, as if they had expected it, and continued to walk towards the adjacent corridor.

In fact, Jiejiao has invested a lot of manpower and has already figured out Xiangshan Academy Station.

The ghost realm inside can create nine cycles. According to common sense, the deeper you go, the more terrifying the evil spirits you encounter.

However, the ghost realm has been temporarily sealed off, and now we just need to repeat a few cycles.

"Tang Shan, don't underestimate the true teachings of the Chan Sect. Yang Jian of the Jinxia Cave in Yuquan Mountain, Nezha of the Jinguan Cave in Qianyuan Mountain, Tuxingsun of the Feiyun Cave in Jialong Mountain..."

"Of course I know. Aren't there the Seven Monsters of Meishan in front of us?"

Tang Min couldn't suppress his greed. "All the disciples of the Chan Sect are immortal bodies with spiritual bones. Even if I only get a finger bone, I will benefit a lot."

Zhou Bogu couldn't help but be moved. He was willing to throw himself into the Ten Absolute Formations just for the opportunity.

Before they knew it, they had reached the fifth cycle.

The light from the candles became dim, as if it would go out at any time. The gloomy energy around them became increasingly dense, and a layer of frost formed on the walls.

There was a bloodstained newspaper on the armchair.

Zhou Bogu glanced over and paused for a few moments at the vague news headline, which seemed to be related to Xiangshan Academy.

'Many pregnant women frequently gave birth in subway stations, and without exception, the fetuses were stillborn.'

They didn't care and continued to push open the door to the corridor.

The door hinges squeaked

However, the moment the door opened, painful groans came from all directions, the sound was heart-wrenching, like a woman giving birth.

The two men were shocked and stopped involuntarily.

"Old Zhou, could it be that the seal on the station's ghost area has been loosened?"

"No matter what, we'll be gone in four more cycles. Even if it's loose, it's impossible for it to lose control in just a few moments. Let's go!!!"

They were in the corridor again.

The corridor was no longer neat and clean. The walls were covered with mold spots of varying sizes, and there were streaks of blood on the marble tiles.

The two of them were horrified and their groans were simply scratching their heads.

Then hurried to the waiting hall of the sixth loop.

It turned out to be pitch black inside, and they could vaguely see fifteen or sixteen people crawling on the ground, desperately climbing towards the two of them on all fours.

"help me!"

“Save my child!!!”

"He hasn't even been born yet, but he's already suffocating in the belly!!" Tang Shan's ankle was pinched, and he saw a pregnant woman covered in blood looking up at him, her eyes were empty and lifeless, and the corners of her mouth were stretched to the extreme, revealing her white teeth.

He raised his foot and kicked the pregnant woman away, but the pregnant woman seemed not to feel any pain. She still stared at him and made a strange giggle in her throat.

The two looked at each other, their faces almost pale.

"Old Zhou, do you think it could be that Fan Su? I didn't find his body. Do you think he is the one behind this?"

"Are you sure? That person doesn't show any Yin energy."

Tang Min muttered to himself like a madman, "Yes, it's definitely right. As long as we kill him, we can calm the chaos!"

Zhou Bogu didn't dare to say much, let alone stay for long, as the talisman for transmitting thoughts was no longer effective.

The two stumbled into the waiting hall for the seventh cycle. There was deathly silence all around, and the previous groans inexplicably stopped.

In the darkness, a faint candlelight flickered in the corner, illuminating a horrifying scene: more than a dozen corpses were hanging from the ceiling.

Naturally, all the corpses were pregnant women, but they had given birth successfully after death.

But…the baby is nowhere to be found!
"It's a ghost baby!"

Zhou Bogu's eyes widened and he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. A ghost baby wanted to get into his body, and circulating his Yin Qi to resist it only provided nutrients.

puff.

He forcibly sealed his stomach and intestines, dragging the severely injured Tang Mino into the corridor.

Groups of ghost babies banged on the gate frantically, and the wooden structure could not bear the weight.

Zhou Bogu gasped for breath. Facing the evil spirits everywhere, he had already despaired. There was no way they could complete the nine cycles safely.

The ghost baby parasitizing the stomach curled up and began to suck blood and Yin Qi.
"Well, he..."

Tang Shan pointed to the end of the corridor, and Zhou Bogu noticed a familiar figure.

The mortal had not been attacked by the ghost baby, and there was not a single drop of blood on his patchwork clothes. He was heading towards the next cycle.

The two of them spared no effort to follow in Fan Su's footsteps.

In the waiting hall of the eighth loop.

Only a pile of bones remained of the hanged body. The sound of footsteps continued, and on the tiles there was a series of childish bloody footprints.

They were motionless, with a large number of ghost babies crawling all over their bodies.

Fansu stood in the middle of the hall.

Tang Suo murmured, "Who... who are you?"

"Evil? No, he should know about our existence."

"Ugh."

Yang He looked helpless and sized them up with pity. "Whether you believe it or not, the station's loss of control has little to do with me."

The two did not reply. If it was not a big deal, why didn't the ghost baby target this person?
Yang He turned his head in advance, and the little girl suddenly appeared in the hall, wearing clothes unique to students of Xiangshan Academy.

"Aruan, you."

"Father, I'm studying at Xiangshan Academy. Have you forgotten?"

Yang He laughed dryly.

A Ruan has become a ghost, and like Yang Liulang, after occupying the ghost domain of Xiangshan Academy, he expanded the ghost domain to the train station.

"I haven't forgotten, Ruan."

Ah Ruan smiled brightly, "Father, you can call me Ah Ruan, or you can call me Yang Shimei. Shimei is not weaker than my brothers."

A complicated look flashed in Yang He's eyes, and he turned around and said, "I'm sorry, brothers. The child is too filial and there is really nothing I can do. As a father, I can only let her do what she wants."

"Thank you dad!"

Ah Ruan clapped his hands and sang a ballad, "Mother Moon, sifting tea dust, sifting out ten pottery dolls, crying at three o'clock in the morning, crawling at five o'clock, building a new home in the nine-bend intestines, Grandpa Sun, bestowing fairy tea..."

At first it was just her, but soon the ghost babies also followed suit.

Before long, the ghost babies put on the clothes of the academy and turned into study companions.

There was a sound of bones colliding inside Tang Shan and the other man's body, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into gentle and elegant storytellers.

They held books in their hands, with forced smiles on their faces.

"Dad, are you leaving?" A Ruan asked worriedly.

Yang He understood what A Ruan meant: "Not for the time being, it's easy to alert the enemy, and it's not a good thing to let Jiejiao know your existence."

"OK."

Yang He touched A Ruan's head and then prepared to open the door to the corridor.

He glanced casually and found that the cover of the storyteller's book was inscribed with "The Art of Transforming the Soul into the Tao". He grabbed it and took a look. The content was clearly the main method practiced by the Jiejiao monks during their lifetime.

"hiss……"

Yang He swallowed his saliva and said, "Aruan, if it is a corpse, can you restore his skills when he was alive into a book?"

"That's fine, but it can't be too badly damaged."

"Row."

The person Yang He was targeting was Yuan Hong.

He was too embarrassed to ask Yang Jian for it again, so he simply got it from Yuan Hong so that he could use it more legitimately.

Yang He was also very curious about how Yuan Hong, a non-human creature, could master such magical powers.

The Law of Heaven and Earth and the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts are not necessarily something that can be cultivated even with the true teachings of the Chan school, so the origin of the methods is also worth exploring.

Yang He said goodbye to A Ruan and quietly went to the platform.

(End of this chapter)