Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 298: Flesh and Blood Feeding Ghosts

"The sword spirit in her body is the aura from more than a thousand years ago!"

You Huang stared at Bai Zhi with a cold gaze, "Miss Bai, I don't care what your uncle's purpose was in sending you here, but as long as you enter this Changming Road, you'd better restrain yourself!"

Hearing this cold warning, Bai Zhi just sneered and said nothing more.

The bronze coffin finally arrived in front of the door. Du Fang looked up and, with the help of the white light, saw two clay protrusions on top of the stone door, which looked like mythical beasts from ancient times.

The two mythical beasts each have half a face, connected together.

The clear sword marks passed through the two faces, leaving a tiny gap.

When he arrived in front of the door, Youhuang stood up and looked at the small depression in the middle of the stone door where the animal heads met. The length and width were like the distance of a mirror, and the surrounding arcs were raised, half each.

The sunken area is very small and looks like a folk ghost-painted talisman used to drive away gods.

This ghostly painted symbol looked very familiar. Du Fang observed it for a long time and suddenly said, "This pattern..."

"This is the Goshawk Ghost Mask Diagram, a technique lost to the Dreamweavers a thousand years ago!"

Bai Zhi saw it at a glance and explained.

Youhuang seemed not to hear what they were saying and just lit a green lamp.

After the green lamp was embedded in the small depression in the middle of the stone gate, the huge stone gate remained motionless.

Du Fang took a deep breath, knowing that the old woman was going to do something.

Youhuang silently lit the green lamp.

This lamp, made of human corpse oil and stained with divine green flame, burst into a spark with a "pop". What surprised Du Fang was that the light exploded.

The stone gate slowly moved away from the inside to the sides with the sound of "creaking" and "creaking" of the millstone.

An ancient and decadent smell wafted into the noses of the two men.

Du Fang smiled: "Sure enough, you have some tricks!"

Just as he looked at Bai Zhi, suddenly, the green coffin "whooshed" and an inexplicable huge force behind the stone door sucked the coffin in completely. The three of them were simultaneously drawn into the darkness behind the door.

As soon as the coffin entered the gate.

The light disappeared immediately.

There was a little bit of white light just now, but now it was completely plunged into darkness.

"Have we embarked on the road to the eternal underworld?" Du Fang had just asked when a hand suddenly reached out from behind, covering his mouth. A pair of warm lips pressed against his ear and whispered softly:

"Don't talk, there's something weird here!"

It’s Angelica dahurica.

Suddenly, the huge stone door began to creak and slowly close.

As the sound disappeared, the stone door closed and was sealed again, and the surroundings fell into deathly silence.

The only sounds around them were the two people's short, rapid breathing.

"Is there a fire?"

Du Fang couldn't bear the cramped darkness and finally couldn't help asking. This oppressive darkness brought him an inexplicable sense of fear.

"Wait a minute!" This was said by Youhuang's old voice.

After saying this, no one spoke anymore.

Du Fang's five senses immediately became sensitive. His body and touch could feel that at this moment, the surroundings were cold, damp, dark and deadly, with no sound at all.

This Changming Road is indeed where evil spirits stay.

Sudden--

A spark in the darkness suddenly ignited without wind.

With the help of this little bit of light, Du Fang immediately jumped over and when he got in front of it, he found that it was a ball of ghost fire that flashed by.

After the will-o'-the-wisp disappeared, the surroundings fell into darkness again.

Suddenly, a warm body came over and hugged him tightly.

"Don't be afraid!"

Du Fang comforted her gently and hugged her.

At some point, a rustling sound began to appear around the two of them.

Du Fang reached out and touched, and suddenly found that the old woman who was standing in front of him just now was gone.

This discovery made his scalp tingle instantly.

Is this a trap?

Intentionally luring them in?

Just when he was about to ask Bai Zhi, suddenly, another ghost fire flashed by. This time, Du Fang finally saw the ghost fire clearly.

It wasn't even a will-o'-the-wisp, but a fiery red firework, and between the flames was a distorted human face with a mouth stretched to its ears.

In front of the bronze coffin, a hunched figure stood, tore off a piece of something from his body and threw it into the big mouth.

The human face chewed with satisfaction.

The sound of flesh being torn apart echoed in the darkness.

The will-o'-the-wisp disappeared.

The flames also disappeared.

Bai Zhi in Du Fang's arms suddenly trembled, and said in a trembling voice: "She...she is cutting her flesh to feed the ghost!"

This should be some kind of evil sacrificial method from ancient times. When Du Fang thought so, five or six such ghost fires flashed by in succession.

The coffin slid silently in the darkness.

There were almost a dozen ghost lights with human faces that appeared and disappeared.

A soft sigh came from the front, and suddenly, a green lamp lit up in the coffin.

You Huang's face was pale as he stood in front of the two of them, holding a lamp in his hand.

Du Fang immediately looked at her body and was suddenly so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

What Bai Zhi said is true.

She was indeed cutting her flesh to feed the ghosts.

There were big pits of flesh and blood all over Youhuang's waist and thighs, but not a single drop of blood flowed out of her flesh.

Du Fang finally couldn't help but said:

"Old woman, why do you..."

There was no trace of pain on Youhuang's face:

"These are the souls of the ancestors of the Ghost Clan who died ten thousand years ago. They were evil spirits when they were alive and only feed on human flesh and blood. If we don't feed them, our coffin will be torn to pieces by them!"

Du Fang didn't ask any further questions.

Because Bai Zhi suddenly pointed forward, her voice full of surprise:

"look!"

A huge stone human figurine, almost three or four meters tall, with no head or legs, kneeling on the ground. The neck was as smooth as a mirror, as if it was a place for some kind of container.

It's not just this human head figurine.

Du Fang was surprised to find that the place where the coffin was now located was a natural cave, which seemed to have been artificially polished over thousands of years.

The cave is surrounded by traces of wheel ruts left over from ancient times. Both sides are paved with green stone strips, about three meters long and wide. In the middle of the corridor, it is covered with damp moss.

"Where is this?" Du Fang asked in surprise.

"What is this?" Bai Zhi pointed at the stone figure.

You Huang's face was as calm as a mirror, without a trace of emotion. "This corridor was once opened up by the ancestors of my Spirit Ghost Clan using human power. Countless temples on the Endless Sea were once built with stones transported from this road..."

"What about the stone figure? Could it be a sacrifice to your Hades Emperor?"

Youhuang smiled, and his face finally relaxed.

"Yes, that's a puppet of the Exorcist Clan. They capture sea monsters, extract their blood and souls, and place them inside a container to be used as a sacrifice to Your Majesty!"

"Is the Exorcist clan also a branch of the ancient ghost spirits?"

Bai Zhi asked.

Youhuang didn't hide anything. "The Ghost Clan, numbering in the hundreds of millions, once occupied all the land and islands of Mount Buzhou. Later, they split into the Spirit Exorcists, Dream Weavers, and Astrologists. Less than two thousand years after the three tribes split, they faced the apocalypse..."

"Doomsday catastrophe?" Du Fang asked in confusion.

"Yes, we, the Spirit Ghost Clan, call the day of His Majesty's fall the Doomsday Catastrophe!"