The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 213 The Gong Family's Son Wins My Heart

The hour of Zi (11 PM - 1 AM) is when Yin energy is at its peak.

Lang Jiuchuan and Gong Qi never expected that, as soon as they came out of the Yin Road, they would encounter a group of fellow practitioners who were affected by the illusion and were howling and even killing each other.

"Gong Shiliu".

A teenager was clutching his own neck with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, clearly exerting all his strength. When Gong Qi saw the man's face, he was shocked and rushed over to forcefully pry his hands apart.

Lang Jiuchuan's face darkened slightly. She glanced at the dark, shady trees overhead and the thick, eerie fog. A bone-chilling coldness assaulted her from all directions, as if countless ghostly hands were reaching out to her. She heard the wailing of millions of wronged souls in her ears, which made her restless and aroused countless resentments.

She seemed to see the original owner of this body before her, pitifully reaching out to her for help. The despair and fear were so real that they aroused resentment in her heart.

Ouch.

Jiang Che suddenly appeared, letting out a fierce and domineering tiger roar. Its fierce aura emanated from its spiritual consciousness, transforming into sharp bristles that pierced everyone's eardrums.

puff.

A thin Taoist priest coughed up a mouthful of black blood, covered his ears, and looked around blankly. When he saw that his fellow Taoist was about to gouge out his own eyes, he was so frightened that his mind cleared and he rushed over: "Fellow Taoist He, you mustn't!"

Jiang Che let out another tiger roar, causing the snow in the mountains and forests to fall from the treetops in a rustling sound.

Lang Jiuchuan blinked, took off the Emperor Bell from his waist and began to ring and strike it. The deep sound of the bell, like that of a thousand-year-old temple, rippled outwards and landed in the souls of everyone. In an instant, the illusion in front of them seemed to be broken by the sound waves of the bell and returned to its original state.

Everyone looked bewildered.

Gong Qi breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Lang Jiuchuan with admiration and shame in her eyes.

Everyone said he was born with wisdom, had excellent aptitude, and strong comprehension. He was proud of this and had a disdainful attitude that everyone else was useless and only he was strong.

But after the zombie incident, he realized how ridiculous he had been. He had simply been overrated and had never seen much of the world.

All his efforts these past few days have been in vain, leaving him with no direction. Compared to Lang Jiuchuan, his previous smugness seems even more childish and laughable.

There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people.

He has now truly grasped this point.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "What are you daydreaming about? Where are the four men from the palace?"

Gong Qi snapped out of his daze and hurriedly went to ask Gong Shiliu. The latter, upon seeing him, reacted as if heavenly soldiers had descended to rescue them, excitedly hugging him and saying, "I knew it was an illusion, and I kept telling myself to let go, but my deadly hand just had its own ideas and wanted to strangle me. Thank goodness you came, Seventh Brother! Ah, as expected of you, Seventh Brother, you saved me from this hell... sob sob..."

Gong Shiliu's mouth was covered, and he struggled constantly. Why wouldn't Seventh Brother let him speak?
Gong Qi patted his shoulder a few times and whispered, "Shut up."

He would be utterly humiliated if he took credit for someone else's work.

He then looked at Lang Jiuchuan and chuckled sullenly: "The little brat in the clan, a chatterbox, not even fully grown yet, you don't need to pay him any attention."

Gong Shiliu: "?"

"Nonsense, he's got hair." But this interruption led him to see Lang Jiuchuan, who looked so weak she could be knocked over with a single finger, and despite the freezing weather, she didn't even have a cloak.

Wait, who is this woman?
Gong Shiliu stared at Lang Jiuchuan curiously, but there was no fire at the moment, so he could only see people by the reflection of the snow. Therefore, he couldn't see them very clearly. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his head and hissed, "Seventh Brother!"

Where is your fourth brother?

Gong Shiliu then remembered the important matter and hurriedly asked, "What time is it now? Fourth Brother has taken a few people to scout ahead."

“Just past midnight,” Lang Jiuchuan replied.

Everyone was stunned.

"It's midnight?" Gong Shiliu's eyes widened. "Fourth Brother and the others went out to scout ahead before 7 PM, and they haven't returned yet?"

Lang Jiuchuan frowned. By this calculation, two hours had passed. They had been scouting for so long, and not a single person had sent back a message. He feared something had happened.

Gong Qitong thought of the same thing, exchanged a glance with Lang Jiuchuan, took out a sound transmission talisman and lit it, but after waiting for a while, he did not receive a response from Gong Si.

"Could we be lost in the miasma forest? I told you, we can't rush things, we shouldn't be reckless. It would be better to wait until dawn before entering. Why insist on scouting ahead?" said the Rong family elder, whose Taoist name was Zhang Daoren, frowning.

"They're still young and impatient," Master Zhao said, his face full of disagreement.

Gong Shiliu, enraged, jumped up from the ground and cursed, "Shut up, you lot! You've taken too much medicine, making your mouths water. You're just spouting nonsense. Do you think this forest is safe now? If it weren't for my Seventh Brother, who among us would have been able to escape from this illusion?"

Gong Qi wanted to say it wasn't his achievement, but Lang Jiuchuan shook his head at him and shut up.

"You! Is this how the Gong family scion is so ill-mannered and disrespectful to his elders?" Zhang Daoren was so angry that his face turned red.

"Pah!" Gong Shiliu spat on the ground. "You're the ones who shamelessly abandoned yourselves, and now you're blaming me? My fourth brother... my fourth senior brother said we can't just wait for the divination to happen; we should find the zombies and eliminate them as soon as possible. Even Senior Kongxuzi said the same thing. It's you who are afraid of death, saying that the road is difficult to travel after dark, and there's miasma and yin energy. That's why my senior brothers went to scout ahead, and what happened? We stayed here peacefully, and we were also affected by the yin energy and fell into illusions. And who among you escaped? Now that my senior brothers' fate is uncertain, you don't give us any honest advice, but instead you make sarcastic remarks and call yourselves seniors? Why don't you take down the Buddha statue from the temple and sit on it and call yourself Buddha? Would that be enough for you!"

Lang Jiuchuan and Jiang Che stared intently at the young man who looked like a charcoal fire. They thought, "His cursing is so vulgar, and he can really argue. This kid has won my heart."

The rest of the Gong family members started to retort all at once. Gong Qi pieced together the events and looked coldly at Zhang Daoren and the others, saying, "This is not the time to question whether we should have entered the forest or not. The important thing is to find people. If Senior Kongxuzi and my senior brother really met with misfortune, we will be in danger if they are gone. Do you think we can win against that zombie? We haven't even figured out what this illusion caused by Yin energy is all about!"

Everyone looked ashamed.

Suddenly someone cried out and pointed to the ground where the snow had melted from the fire. There, two skeletons were found stacked together, as if someone had embraced the person below and passed away peacefully. The person below looked like the skeleton of a child.

A chill ran down everyone's spine. Someone suddenly had an idea, grabbed a thick stick, dug a few times in the ground, and unearthed a skull.

Everyone looked at each other without saying a word, and began digging, unearthing several more skeletons.

"Could this be someone who died in that earthquake more than a hundred years ago?"

Gong Qi closed his eyes slightly, made a hand seal, and then opened them again. Seeing clusters of yin energy gathering here, he said, "At this moment of yin energy gathering, it is not advisable to stay here for long. Gong family disciples, listen to my command, follow me!"

ZhaMo, a miserable 80s kid! I've played all the games from that era!

It's time to listen to "The Evening Breeze Blows in My Heart" and commemorate the passing of time!