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Chapter 465 This City is a Bit Strange

The further into the city he went, the more complicated the Ghost King's expression became, because this ghost city was beyond his experience.

As an old ghost who has been in the underworld for nearly three hundred years, he has traded in almost every branch city with a number below 2000, not just branch city 1744.

It's not that he ran off on his own, but those hyenas from the Buddhist sect were just too disgusting. If a black market area appeared more than three times, it was likely to be targeted by the Buddhist sect. Although the materialized ghost king was more rational and clear-headed than the fierce ghost king, intelligence could not change the absolute gap in strength.

But the situation in the city before him was completely different from what he remembered. The ghosts, who were supposed to try to maintain their human form, were walking around the streets at will. He even saw groups of female ghosts who rarely went out gathered together, exchanging all sorts of topics.

If he hadn't seen a few familiar figures, he might have even wondered if all the original ghosts in the city had been reincarnated.

Not to mention the Ghost King, even the young ghost who had just left here not long ago was dumbfounded, completely unable to understand what that person had done in such a short time to make these numb ghosts suddenly look like they had just died.

"Hilarious! What are you so smug about, you 'Shit Star'? Hahaha, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know there was such a star lord in this world!"

"What the hell?" Upon hearing this sudden sound, the Ghost King even thought he had misheard. What the hell is "Shit Star"? Could it be "Poetry Star"? Or "Teacher Star"? But if it's a homonym, that's ridiculous!
Just as the Ghost King was about to walk over and take a look with a curious expression, a friendly ghost suddenly approached and said:
"Don't go over there, he's just another clueless idiot. That guy's in for it!"

"Oh? Tell me more!" The Ghost King hadn't seen a ghost like this actively striking up a conversation in a long time, so he immediately asked in his somewhat stiff voice.

"You'll see! Shit Star may not sound good, but it belongs to the Western White Tiger! Its methods, tsk tsk, just thinking about them is cruel!"

"Cruel? White Tiger? There really are Star Lords?" The Ghost King was somewhat curious, after all, his impression of so-called Star Lords was limited to the stories he heard from the elders in his previous life, and after descending to the underworld, he hadn't encountered any...

"Oh, right, if the Underworld exists, then the Heavenly Court must exist too!" The Ghost King didn't need anyone to explain; he had already convinced himself. But the ghost beside him clearly hadn't noticed his thoughts, and simply pointed and said:

"Look, it's about to start!"

"What..." The Ghost King was about to ask when he heard the ghost called "Shit Star" angrily retort:
"You forced me to do this! I'll treat you to shrimp!"

Having said that, he suddenly reached out and pushed forward, and then...

"vomit!"

Putting aside the question of whether ghosts and monsters feel nauseous or vomit, the Ghost King, whose body was almost 70% materialized, shouldn't have been able to smell anything or feel nauseous. However, at the moment when the yellow substance turned into a giant wave and submerged the ghosts who were mocking others, he still felt a long-lost sense of nausea.

Feeling his stomach churning violently, an old man nearby, also bent over and dry heaving, looked at him and his men and laughed, saying:
"Exciting, right? But this thing is also quite addictive, after all, I haven't felt alive in hundreds of years! I'm going to find the next shit planet!"

Having said that, the valiant man vanished without a trace, leaving the Ghost King, whose soul was beginning to twitch, and the young man beside him staring at each other in bewilderment.

"What kind of magic is this! No, wait, where did all this shit come from?" The Ghost King looked at the "yellow mud" that was almost filling the intersection. Although it was not unusual for a large mound of earth to suddenly appear in the midst of the rampant illegal buildings, this mud had a kind of magic that would make anyone who saw it immediately think of that thing.

"Perhaps this is the power of the Star Lord? Speaking of which, is there really a Shit Star?" The young ghost helped the Ghost King up, ignoring his own churning insides, and helped the Ghost King catch his breath according to his memory. When the Ghost King heard him ask this, he simply shook his head and said:
"In my lifetime, I was just a poor scholar. I didn't even have time to study the imperial examinations, let alone study astrology and celestial deities. If you're talking about the Twenty-Eight Mansions, I can name a few."

The Ghost King was not ashamed to expose his ignorance. Or rather, for a ghost without a body and without hormonal reactions, human emotions had long been worn away over a long period of time. Normal ghosts could still maintain their original personality by relying on their obsessions and habits from their previous life (essentially relying on willpower). But for a ghost like him who had absorbed a large amount of materialized willpower and whose body was beginning to deviate from human form, it was already quite difficult for him to remember that he was once a human.

The young ghost didn't seem to care much about exposing his boss's shortcomings. The two ghosts walked and stopped, constantly looking at all kinds of ghosts on the street and talking about all sorts of strange things, and they vaguely figured out some patterns.

"It seems that the ghosts in this city have all received some kind of Star Lord inheritance?" the Ghost King said, recalling the cultivation technique that the young ghost had brought back. The first chapter seemed to be the "Earth Moon Chapter".
So, is this the realm after Earth and Moon?
The Ghost King grew increasingly excited, but the more excited he became, the slower he walked.

Worried about being disappointed? Perhaps, but more than that, there's a desire to observe these ghosts who have likely practiced that technique, and to see if there are any potential risks associated with them.

However, so far, he has not found any problems.

The soul is of high quality and purity, and there are no signs of it being controlled. Apart from being a little neurotic, it has no problems.

As for neuroticism...

Ghosts are all somewhat neurotic, and those who have just died are even more so!
……

"Senior brother, do you think we should switch to cultivation?" Gui Shan asked Gui Zhen hesitantly in a private house.

Upon hearing his question, Guizhen couldn't help but roll his eyes:
"Now you know I'm your senior brother?"

However, despite saying that, Guizhen was also pondering this question at that moment.

Although the two have survived so far, and the official doesn't seem to be looking for trouble with them, they still have to consider their future fate.

They handled the paperwork for branch city No. 1744. Judging from the current situation, once it's exposed, it's questionable whether they can even enter the Heavenly Path, let alone whether the entire Great Wish Temple can be preserved.

In other words, continuing to be a monk offers no further benefits.

But then he switched to...

The two were still a bit unsure. If Feng Xue only wanted to be a ghost king, they would have voted on the spot. But the problem was that she clearly intended to emulate Ksitigarbha's entry into the underworld and take back the underworld!

(End of this chapter)