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Chapter 113 Red and White Clash, Black People Carry a Coffin!

Chapter 113 Red and White Clash, Black People Carry a Coffin! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking subscriptions! Seeking book recommendations!)
What kind of bizarre entry requirements are these...?

Oh, right, this is a demonic sect, so it's not surprising. Anything is possible here!
Could it be that every disciple they disposed of was buried in this so-called Yinling Academy?
The moment the jade coffin was carried into the courtyard, even though she was standing on millennia-old warm jade, Su Ling'er still felt a bone-chilling coldness envelop her entire body.

The surrounding yin energy seemed to transform into countless ghostly hands, constantly caressing her, the fresh offering, through the coffin wall.

It's over! It's over!

That feels so scary!!!

Should I wake up now?
No... If Wang Xiedi's efforts are in vain because of this, then all my faking illness will have been for nothing.

We still have to endure it!

and……

Emmmmm......

There's still a little excitement and anticipation...

Ah!
This is all for the sake of the right path!
For the sake of all living beings!

Su Ling'er felt a surge of sorrow, but quickly calmed down.

And judging from the current situation, it won't be over anytime soon.

Maybe... I can 'awaken' again at the most crucial moment?
Besides, I am, after all, the 'Holy Maiden' they speak of. I should be very important to this sect. They wouldn't really send me away, would they?
It shouldn't be... right?

She was feeling uneasy; she had absolutely no confidence.

But things have come to this point, and for the sake of the righteous cause, we can only grit our teeth and persevere.

After entering the Yinling Courtyard, the group did not see the pavilions and towers they had imagined. Instead, they saw a narrow and damp path.

On both sides of the path, there was a thick, eerie fog and rows of tombstones, with countless ghostly figures seemingly moving within the swirling fog.

Unspeakable whispers still echoed in the air, sending chills down one's spine.

Through the hole in the coffin, Su Ling'er saw four blood-red characters engraved on a stone tablet by the roadside: "The Road to Eternal Sleep".

Lin Qingfeng continued walking at the front, speaking in a profound and enigmatic tone.
"This path tests one's resolve; all that is seen along the way is an illusion."

Hold fast to your principles and follow me. Remember, do not look back, do not answer!

Actually, it was specifically said to my junior sister, because the others didn't care at all and just wanted to start farming this new building dungeon as soon as possible!

The priest standing beside the jade coffin muttered something under his breath:
"If only the ghosts inside weren't illusions, we could catch them and they could be used for work!"

Su Ling'er, who was listening in the coffin, felt a chill run down her spine and wondered if this was the "Road to the Underworld" mentioned in the storybook.
The terrifying atmosphere was instantly broken by a single sentence from the senior priest.

No!

You guys are truly inhumane!

They're already dead, yet they still want them to come out and do work?!
They've got nothing but souls left, and you're still trying to squeeze them dry?!
Does this mean we have to be slaves to the Guixi Sect from birth to death?!
That's absolutely inhumane!
This Demonic Sect... I wonder which is more ruthless to ghosts, the legendary Ghost Spirit Sect or the Demonic Sect?
Just then, a completely different sound came from the depths of the path ahead.

Tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock...

At the end of the path, a deep cave entrance appeared, swallowing the entire funeral procession inside.

After only a moment of darkness, when Su Ling'er peered out through the hole again, she was shocked to find that the surrounding scenery had been completely transformed!

Those ordinary disciples who were following behind had all disappeared!
Looking around, all that remained were the eldest brother, the sacrificial priest, Shi Gandang, and a few other core demons in her eyes.

Even the ape spirit beasts carrying the coffin had been replaced by disciples of the Guixi Sect at some point.

This place... seems to no longer be any place within the Guixi Sect!

Could it be, like the Demon-Sealing Tower, an independent space created out of thin air by evil magic?!

Just as she was filled with doubt and surprise, the sound of a suona suddenly exploded in her ears!

Tick-tock, tick-tock—!
Tick-tock, tick-tock—!
The tune that seemed so distant at first became so close in just a few breaths.

The tune... was actually an extremely joyous piece called "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix"!
However, within this cheerful and lively melody, there is a mournful variation.

Joy concealed sorrow.

And within that sorrow, there was also a sinister aura!
On this side of the procession, the mournful sound of the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) had not yet dissipated;
On the opposite side, the festive yet eerie sound of suona horns filled the air. The two completely different musical sounds intertwined and collided on the narrow path in this desolate mountain wilderness.

Su Ling'er lay in the jade coffin, carefully approaching the hole and peering out through the tiny eye.

The thick fog ahead was constantly parting and dissipating to both sides.

At the edge of the thick fog, a long, blood-red queue came into everyone's view.

It was a bright red sedan chair carried by eight men, as red as blood.

Pale red lanterns hung all around.

As the palanquin bearers walked, the lanterns swayed back and forth, the candlelight inside flickering like a candle in the wind, as if it might go out at any moment.

Su Ling'er stared intently through the hole at the sedan chair bearers dressed in red and the guests surrounding the sedan chair.

Their faces were all deathly pale, devoid of any color, and they all wore the same eerie smile.

They even swayed stiffly from side to side, performing a strange dance.

Through the gaps in the swaying red silk, one could vaguely see the bride inside the sedan chair, her head covered by a red veil.

The coldness and oppressive aura emanating from them.

Even through the coffin, Su Ling'er felt a pang of fear.

She couldn't help but recall a story told by a storyteller in Anhe City.

The clash between red and white is inauspicious.

This is what the feng shui master said:
The term "red and white clash" originates from weddings and funerals.

Wedding processions and funeral processions unexpectedly meet under specific feng shui conditions.

The clash between Yin and Yang is considered a very ominous sign, often attracting malevolent spirits or bringing unexpected disasters.

As the saying goes, "Red and white clash, and the evil spirits rise three feet high!"
The feng shui master also said that the White Sha often represents young people who drown, and their resentment is extremely strong;

If one encounters a woman who died suddenly on her wedding night, it will trigger an even stronger malevolent aura.

But... Su Ling'er's mind was in complete chaos.

Yin energy?

I'm a living person, where would I get this yin energy from?
And... Bai Sha is male, and I'm female! This doesn't make any sense!
She couldn't understand the situation at all.

However, what she couldn't understand even more was yet to come.

She was shocked to discover that her own funeral procession, instead of stopping, had begun to move in sync with the rhythm of the "Red Demon" on the other side...

They've started "dancing"?!
No!

What are you doing?!

That's clearly a team of ghosts on the other side!
Are you going to run into them?!

No, no, no...

I'm not a "White Demon" either, so what's the point of you guys crashing into me like that?

Is there some other reason I don't know about this clash of red and white?

She turned her gaze in surprise, and the next second, her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

……

Meanwhile, in the team chat...

Looking at the red team opposite him, Lin Qingfeng instantly had an idea for a clever move.

Anyway, we were the White Demons responsible for carrying the coffin.

Exactly!