The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 277 Morgue

"..." A subtle spatial fluctuation came, and the previously dissipated black clouds re-condensed beneath Feng Ling's feet, carrying him around the encirclement of the ghosts below and landing in a secluded bamboo forest.

"Whoosh—" A misty fog rose in the bamboo forest, and shadowy figures swayed in the wind, accompanied by the rustling of bamboo leaves, making it impossible to tell whether they were bamboo shadows or ghosts.

Holding the Fire-Tipped Spear, Feng Ling cautiously moved through the forest, keeping an eye on his surroundings while secretly gathering his strength to ensure he could react quickly to any unexpected situation.

"Young master, you over there, I've twisted my ankle and can't walk. My home is not far ahead. Could you carry me for a while?"

The bamboo leaves rustled. Feng Ling had only taken two steps when he heard a "ouch" from behind him. Then, a woman's voice, both unfamiliar and familiar, rang out, full of charm.

"Yuqing!?" Feng Ling's forward body suddenly trembled, and scenes from the past flashed through his mind. He then shook his head slightly, giving a self-deprecating bitter smile. Instantly, his killing intent surged, and his body tilted slightly backward. But he suddenly realized something was wrong. This was the aura of the Netherworld!

"Cancan, that's it!"

Slumped onto the withered bamboo-leaf ground, the alluring woman's face gradually contorted into a grimace. Gazing at the slowly moving man in black, she screamed inwardly, "Turn around! Turn around now!"

"Hmph! A mere bunch of wandering ghosts dare to try and bewitch me with ghostly spells. Once I destroy your true forms, let's see how you harm people!"

Feng Ling's voice was as cold as frost as he sped straight ahead into the bamboo forest, the strong winds along the way scattering countless bamboo shadows that emitted mournful screams.

In the southeast, bamboo grows abundantly, a phenomenon known as "rising step by step."

Feng Ling had previously observed that this place was located in the southeast corner of the Seventh Ring area, which should have been a peaceful and serene scene, but instead it was shrouded in mist and fog.

It's become a ghost bamboo forest!

As a feng shui master, how could Feng Ling not know the folk saying: "In the ghost bamboo forest, when a woman cries out, do not turn around!"

"Slay the evil and begone!" The white dragon spirit materialized its true form, roaring as it charged forward. Feng Ling followed closely behind, making hand seals, without ever looking back.

"Aaaaah! Damn it—" Watching the departing figure, the woman's beauty faded into ashes, and she let out a hysterical, shrill scream as she looked up at the sky.

Then, it slowly sank into a crevice in the ground. If Feng Ling were to visit this place again, he would surely find that under this pile of bamboo leaves were nothing but rotting corpses and bits of flesh.

"Parasite!" Feng Ling frowned. Before long, he entered the depths of the bamboo forest. He could vaguely see a courtyard shrouded in mist. He slowed his pace and waved his hand to recall his Fire-Tipped Spear.

Almost every kind of ghost possesses the Ghost Curse, and the triggering conditions are incredibly varied. It's easy to fall victim to it when caught off guard. Fortunately, the Ghost Curse is formed from the ghostly energy of the underworld, so it's not entirely unpredictable before it's triggered.

When Feng Ling first heard Yu Qing's voice, he was hit by a Ghost Yin Curse, which caused his killing intent to go out of control. He then almost turned around and triggered a second Ghost Yin Curse under the control of his killing intent.

Numerous ghosts lurk here. If Feng Ling falls for them again, he will surely be trapped in a series of interconnected ghostly curses.

"To cast two Ghost Yin Curses in a row, it is said that only parasitic ghosts can do that..." Having almost capsized in a ditch, Feng Ling took out a Spiritual Clarity Pill from his sealing ring and swallowed it, becoming even more wary of the parasitic ghost he was encountering for the first time.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Although Feng Ling's cultivation level is comparable to the fourteenth level, everything has its counterpart. Due to carelessness, there are also experts who have died tragically in the Nine Infants Land.

After all, the level of cultivation is only used to assess the strength of an individual, and cannot determine the final outcome.

"Oh, look! What a handsome young man! He must not have met me on his journey!"

"Hehe, that's not necessarily true! Sister, don't forget, although my little sister is playful by nature, she won't resist the temptation of huge food..."

Accompanied by a series of sweet, melodious laughs, the courtyard in front of Feng Ling gradually came into view. In the courtyard, a small house was filled with eerie atmosphere, and six alluring women were sitting around the eaves.

"A morgue!" Looking at the scene in the courtyard, Feng Ling frowned: This house is neither connected to the front nor the back, so it must be a morgue. The head of the family will die within three years. The fact that there is a door in the gable wall of the small house is even more ominous. Not only will the whole family be harmed, but his wife and children will also die.

Such a feng shui arrangement is truly malicious!
"My lord, are you perhaps amazed by the ladies' beauty? Come and have some fun!"

"Yeah, what are you waiting for? Come on, let us sisters pamper you and relieve your emptiness and loneliness!"

Above the eaves, six female ghosts dressed in human skin laughed seductively, revealing their snow-white thighs while making suggestive remarks.

"Shut up!" His thoughts interrupted, Feng Ling snorted coldly and shot the eaves with his spear. The ghosts, unable to dodge in time, let out a shrill scream in terror and turned into wisps of black mist that scattered in all directions.

Suddenly, a cold wind swept through the courtyard, and black energy scattered around Feng Ling. The ghosts reformed and let out a shrill, eerie cry: "Little sister, quickly show yourself and surround and kill this person!"

Hundreds of meters away, flesh and blood writhed on a crystal-clear white skeleton. The woman had changed her face again, coldly looking in the direction of the courtyard and giving a mysterious smile: "Good sisters, you all better keep him company and not disappoint me!"

A strange energy fluctuation returned, causing the six female ghosts to change their expressions. Their inner demonic energy went berserk, and they could no longer maintain their appearance. Their ghostly hair fluttered, and they revealed their blue faces and fangs.

"Ah, damn it! It's all your fault for provoking Little Sister, causing our thousand-year-old Dharma Form to be broken. Today you will be buried with us!"

As the demonic energy of Senluo went berserk, the eyes of the demons emitted a blood-red light, and with boundless power, they roared and charged towards Feng Ling without any regard for anything else.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Amidst the earth-shattering explosions, the ghosts charged forward fearlessly. Even if their bodies were scattered, they could quickly reassemble and recover under the nourishment of ghost energy, becoming invincible.

On the other hand, Feng Ling was quite exhausted by this fighting style. Although he was not completely drained, he was still irritable and his progress in breaking the deadlock was delayed.

Life is not about persevering because of hope; it's about seeing hope because we persevere.

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages offer you a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)