A ghost dragon that was dozens of feet long and completely black was suspended in the void, looking coldly at the scorched earth below.
It had just come from the Black Snow Bridge and found that the bridge guarding house there, like the teahouse here, had been burned cleanly, so clean that not even a trace of odor was left, and all evidence had been eliminated.
However, the identical modus operandi also convinced it that the two things should be done by the same person. This person is thoughtful, ruthless, and loves to destroy all evidence by burning. Perhaps, this is the breakthrough.
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Just when the unlucky guy was thinking hard about how to find the "murderer", the perpetrator had already traveled thousands of miles across the underworld and reached the end of the route on the map.
Not far ahead is the City of Wasted Death.
Zhang Deyang said that there is a huge black mountain in the city of Wusi. After the birth of spiritual wisdom in the black mountain, he practiced for thousands of years and finally became a demon king. The ten thousand-year-old fleshy Ganoderma lucidum grows on the black mountain, not even one or two plants, but a whole area
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The only and most terrible thing is that this field of Ganoderma lucidum is located in the Holy Lady's Mansion of Montenegro, and the door of the Holy Lady's Mansion is closed all year round. People who seek ganoderma cannot even get in. No matter how hard they try, it is of no avail.
Perhaps this is also the main reason why the employer posted this task in the Yama Palace...
Qin Yao had watched "A Chinese Ghost Story". Although it had been a long time and the plot in his memory was a little blurry or even confusing, how could he forget the key boss, the old monster of Black Mountain?
Therefore, when Zhang Deyang mentioned the Black Mountain in the city of Fu Shi at that time, he remembered the name of this old demon.
But other than that, he thought about it, but he couldn't think of any information about the Saint of Montenegro. He didn't know if he had forgotten it, or if there was no such character in the three A Chinese Ghost Story novels!
In addition, he is not sure whether the story of A Chinese Ghost Story has ever happened in this world. If not, it is just the name of Montenegro, then the memory of a Chinese Ghost Story in his mind will be useless!
Half an hour later.
Qin Yao sat in a private room of a restaurant and handed a piece of five hundred taels of paper to the storyteller in the restaurant: "I heard that you are the most well-informed and know all kinds of anecdotes. I
I’m new here and I’m not familiar with this place. I want to know more about it. Sir, can you help me?”
"Of course, doing good to ghosts is to accumulate moral virtue for yourself." The storyteller had quick eyes and quick hands, and he put the ghost paper into his sleeve pocket in the blink of an eye: "What do you want to hear?"
"There's no point." Qin Yao said lightly: "First talk about this city of futile death."
The storyteller coughed lightly and pointed downwards: "The City of Wandering Deaths under our feet is a giant city in the underworld built by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to house the souls of dead lives in vain. It is now under the jurisdiction of the sixth palace, King Yama, King Bian Cheng.
What is a wasted death? A wronged death!
Therefore, it is said that the people living in the city are all ghosts of grievances, and the grievances are deep. There are many grievance ghosts who cannot stand the erosion of the grievances, and their resentment consumes their hearts, and they will become mentally disordered.
Therefore, the ghosts in the City of Wasted Death are the ghosts that cannot be measured by common sense. Many ghosts have inner demons, and they only like to do things that harm others and do not benefit themselves, and they also like to do meaningless things.
For example, you were walking on the street, and suddenly a ghost jumped out and stabbed you with a knife. Did you offend him? No. Is there any benefit for him to stab you? No. But this kind of thing is simply not necessary.
Too common.
If this ghost is not punished in the end, are you angry or resentful? Do you want to take a knife to find an unpleasant ghost and stab it? Resentment is constantly accumulated in this way."
Qin Yao was secretly speechless.
In this case, isn't this City of Wasted Death equivalent to an unregulated mental hospital?
damn it.
It’s inexplicably exciting!
"By the way, will you suddenly take out a knife and stab me while you are talking?" Qin Yao asked with interest shortly after.
Storyteller: "..."
I'm not mentally ill.
Thanks.
"Don't look at me like that, as if I'm going to do something to you." Qin Yao waved his hand and said, "Go on, tell me which ghosts and gods in the city are not to be provoked. I will avoid them in the future."
The storyteller exhaled and said: "Except for the underworld's messengers, there are three giants in the city who should not be messed with."
"Which Big Three?"
"The number one ranking is Mr. Heishan. He has been here longer than the time that Fusicheng City was established. Even King Bian Cheng will not trouble him.
Ranked second is the Marquis of Huaiyin. It is said that after he died in vain, the soul-seducing messengers did not dare to lock their souls. It was he who led the soul-seducing messengers to the underworld.
The judge did not dare to judge, and he came to the city in vain.
Since he came to the City of Fusi, anyone who opposes him will disappear without any reason in a short time.
The third one is called Wen Zhong. It is said that King Bian Cheng has always wanted to take him under his command, but Wen Zhong has never agreed. For the sake of King Bian Cheng, no ghost dares to test his skills."
Qin Yao nodded silently: "Tell me about this Black Mountain Master in detail."
"There are millions of elite soldiers on the Black Mountain. Under Master Black Mountain, there is a saint, two guardians, each responsible for a number of ghost kings..."
"Wait, saint?" Qin Yao showed a very interested look: "Tell me about this saint."
The storyteller pursed his lips and said: "I, or rather most of the ghosts and gods in the city of Fu Shi don't know much about this Black Mountain Saint. They only know that she was invited to take office by Master Montenegro."
Qin Yao's thoughts whirled: "Then, is there anything else?"
"Master Montenegro values this saintess very much, and spent countless resources on her to build a saintess mansion. But the strange thing is that even though he values this saintly girl so much, no ghost or god has ever seen the two of them appear together."
Qin Yao said softly: "This is interesting."
"What's more interesting is yet to come." The storyteller said mysteriously: "It is said that every year, a Buddha comes from the west, comes to the City of Wusi, and stops in front of the Holy Lady's House."
"Buddha!" Qin Yao paused slightly, as if he had grasped the key point, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.
"Because of this, although there are countless lunatics in the city, few lunatics dare to go to the Holy Lady's Mansion to make trouble. If you offend an official, you will be whipped at worst. If you offend ghosts and gods, you will be driven to pieces. But if you offend Buddhism, Buddha will let you go.
You took refuge." Mr. Storyteller said.
Qin Yao said: "The last question is, where is the Holy Lady's Mansion?"
The storyteller was stunned and said in astonishment: "Didn't you understand what I just said?"
Qin Yao smiled and said: "I heard you clearly, but I'm not looking for trouble. Why are you worried about this?"
The storyteller hesitated for a moment and said: "Go to the east of the city. The most luxurious mansion is there. There is also a plaque above the door."
Qin Yao stood up and walked to the door: "Thank you very much. See you soon."
The storyteller turned to look at his back and sighed slightly: "Curiosity kills ghosts. I'm afraid there will be no chance to see him again in the future..."