Mythology

Chapter 64: Ancient and Modern Worlds

Chaoge placed the Exorcist's Office in a prison near the Nuwa Palace.

The prison was independent of the government and was previously used to house slaves who had committed crimes. It was enclosed inside and extended three floors underground to prevent the statue from getting out of control.

Yang He put the sleeping black cat into his arms and followed Taoist Qingfeng to the prison.

"How is Madam Yin now?"

"After asking Immortal Taiyi to check, Madam Yin woke up not long ago, but..."

"But what?"

Taoist Qingfeng said hesitantly, "The wing where Madam Yin is is filled with a very gloomy aura, and there are children babbling from time to time."

The corner of Yang He's eyes twitched. It was indeed Senior Brother Nezha.

Mrs. Yin has been pregnant for less than half a year, and it seems that Nezha has already gained intelligence. It is hard to imagine what it would be like if he stayed for another two years.

"Brother, it's just ahead."

The two walked along the wall of Nuwa Palace and passed through more than a dozen renovated palaces.

As soon as he approached the prison, Yang He could already feel the evil energy coming towards him, and at the same time he noticed twenty or thirty corpses covered with sackcloth.

The corpses were all slaves, and their deaths looked like those of centenarians whose life span had run out.

There were ten soldiers waiting anxiously in front of the door, and Mingshan Mingshui was standing beside them with a look of fear on his face.

Yang He's expression immediately turned stern.

Taoist Qingfeng noticed something was wrong with Yang He and asked nervously, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Taoist Taiyi disappeared without a trace, and Yang He seemed to have an immortal body that was still alive even after death. All the pressure was on Taoist Qingfeng's shoulders.

"fine."

Yang He smiled wryly as he glanced at the soldiers under King Wucheng.

The leading general was in his early thirties, but he was not Huang Feihu.

Yang He could tell at a glance that it was mainly because the soldiers were filled with... ghosts. Yes, ghosts that were no different from those in the government offices in the main world.

The ghosts of the generals are generally evil ghosts, and the ghosts of the generals are close to the evil ghosts.

Yang He can now finally be sure that the two worlds are divided into ancient and modern times.

Although three thousand years have passed, the government's Taoist tradition seems to have not changed much, and it is very likely that there is a tiger ghost in Huang Feihu's body.

"Brother, he is Zhou Ji, a general under King Wucheng."

While Yang He was looking at Zhou Ji, Zhou Ji was also looking at Yang He.

Judging from the appearance, Yang He is just a Taoist child of about eleven or twelve years old. His Yang Fire is not very strong, his face is pale, and his body appears a little weak.

The pupil ghost resisted the erosion of Yin energy, and a little breath was faintly revealed.

Zhou Ji did not dare to underestimate the immortal disciple, but Yang He’s cultivation was indeed only at the innate level.

"I am Zhou Ji, Taoist priest, what is your name?"

"Yang He from Jin Guang Cave in Qianyuan Mountain, my master is none other than Taiyi Zhenren."

"Meet Taoist Priest Yang."

Zhou Ji breathed a sigh of relief. The Xiantian realm should not be his real cultivation level. "Master Yang, let me explain the pros and cons first. The prison has three floors, and four Nuwa statues are temporarily detained there. We..."

Before he could finish his words, the prison door was pushed open.

The soldiers carried the corpses out, all of them had died of old age, with their leg bones twisted and broken under the weight of the armor.

Yang He heard the sound of suona playing in the prison, but it disappeared in a flash.

"Where is King Wu Cheng?"

Zhou Ji said in a deep voice: "The second floor has been blocked, and the general is trapped on the bottom floor."

what! ! !
Some soldiers suddenly let out a wail, the flesh on their chests kept churning, their ribs protruded, and their internal organs actually turned into minced meat and exploded!

Zhou Ji was breathing heavily, his right hand tightly grasping the sword at his waist.

Mingshan and Mingshui could not help but dry heave, and Taoist Qingfeng also looked unhappy.

Yang He discovered something. It seems that the soldiers are dying for Huang Feihu. When Huang Feihu is in danger, the tiger ghost can transfer the damage to the ghost.

Zhou Ji did not dare to neglect it. "Master, we must find the trace of the Nuwa statue within half an hour, otherwise the general will be in prison for a long time..."

“Something bad is going to happen!!”

"Let's go."

Yang He said to Taoist Qingfeng: "Junior brothers, you guys stay outside." Without waiting for Taoist Qingfeng to respond, he went straight into the prison.

As the opportunity involved the goddess Nuwa, Yang He knew that he could not show any weakness. At worst, he would have to exchange his own life for the one that forcibly suppressed the statue of Nuwa.

Otherwise, troubles will ensue.

"Master Yang, be careful, the Nuwa statue will affect your life span!"

Zhou Ji took his soldiers with him.

The candlelight was dim, and I could see blood stains on the walls and the floor. These were not just left recently, but would only appear if a corpse had been dragged around for many years.

Yang He secretly lamented the Shang Dynasty pill.

In a world where gods and ghosts are unpredictable and slavery and torture are practiced, even a saint would not be able to withstand the resentment that is rising to the sky.

"Well."

Zhou Ji groaned, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

They hurriedly took pills and were able to barely suppress the sharply reduced Yang Fire.

When they looked at Yang He again, they couldn't help but feel a little creepy.

Yang He didn't care about the Yang Fire at all. In just a few breaths, his Yang Energy showed signs of being exhausted. Then, the unpleasant stench of corpses rushed into their mouths and noses.

"Master Yang!"

The yang fire was extinguished, the faint yin fire was ignited, and large areas of corpse spots spread.

Yang He's exposed skin became like a corpse.

What surprised them the most was that red hair started growing from all over their bodies, their teeth became sharp, and their nails were stained with corpse poison.

Zhou Ji had seen a similar situation before, when building the Nuwa Palace, piles were driven into the ground!
"Master Yang!"

They drew their swords and smeared the magic water on the blades.

Yang He stopped at this point and asked, "What's wrong? Have you been bewitched by evil spirits?"

"without……"

Zhou Ji shook his head with a wry smile, he was indeed an immortal's disciple, even though his body was no different from a corpse, he was still alive, it was truly incredible.

Yang He looked around and saw two statues of Nuwa with talismans attached to them placed in the corner.

One has no limbs and can only lie flat.

One of them has pupils all over his body.

Yang He could feel the two Nuwa statues staring at him with resentful eyes.

Zhou Ji explained: "They are not accompanied by evil spirits, and they have been suppressed. If there were no sudden changes, they would have been sent to Nuwa Palace long ago."

Yang He caught a glimpse of the remains of weak ghosts scattered along the wall.

If the black cat hadn't fallen into a deep sleep, he would have taken a few pounds with him. Now he could only wait until it was over. It was unrealistic to sneakily take them to the second floor.

“Is it that the Nuwa statue on the bottom floor has particularly serious flaws?”

"kindness."

"The general has been trapped on the bottom floor for two days and two nights, and he has not been able to suppress the situation."

The two came to the end of the first floor and walked down the stairs, where they could see more than a dozen slave corpses that had not been dealt with in time.

The second floor was dead silent, with cells dividing the space.

There were slaves imprisoned in the cell, and it was obvious that they wanted to use living people to test the Nuwa statue, but this evil thing was extremely intelligent.

Dozens of soldiers carrying oil lamps moved back and forth between the cells.

Yang He narrowed his eyes and used his spiritual vision to spot the statue of Nuwa. It was right at the entrance to the bottom floor, but all the soldiers turned a blind eye to it.

The statue of Nuwa looks like a hundred-year-old woman, but her dense wrinkles make her look like a living fairy.

His body was hunched at 90 degrees, his gray scalp was slightly sparse, he was grinning and giggling, and his upper and lower jaws were chewing continuously.

What Yang He was concerned about was the other ghost on top of the Nuwa statue.

A ghost shaped like a liver, with a disgusting dark red color, a wet surface, and mucus constantly dripping down.

This ghost has an owner!

Yang He realized that someone... had been coveting the opportunity in his Nuwa Palace.

(End of this chapter)