ragginovel Chapter 235 Lady White Bone!
Chapter 235 Lady White Bone!
Chapter 236 Lady White Bone! (Two chapters combined into one)
The distant mountains are like dark eyebrows, and mist gradually rises in the forest, shrouding the winding mountain road in a hazy, gray veil.
Jiang Mu did not return to Huzhou City.
Because halfway through his journey, he suddenly remembered something.
Why don't we take this opportunity to go find Dong Wanhai first?
Dong Wanhai had promised that if anyone helped him kill an enemy, he would provide a clue to the orthodox Tiangang Star.
This plan had been delayed for a long time due to various trivial matters.
Now we can go and look for it, it's not far anyway.
I just don't know if that old man is still around after all this time, or if the clues have completely died out.
However, I'm currently lacking a high-level star position, so I'll just try my luck.
Following the address left on the note in her memory, Jiang Mu crossed two mountains and arrived at a remote and quiet little village.
The village is built against the mountain, with earthen walls and thatched roofs scattered throughout.
There is a stone tablet at the entrance of the village, with the inscription blurred.
But as Jiang Mu approached the village, he stopped abruptly. He could clearly sense a demonic aura permeating the air.
"Is there a demon in this village?"
Jiang Mu's heart stirred.
To avoid alerting the enemy, he used the Shadow Transformation to conceal the star positions within his body, disguised himself as an ordinary person, and stepped into the village.
The dirt road was full of potholes, and there were low, dilapidated mud houses on both sides.
The village has men, women, and children of all ages.
An elderly man sat on the doorstep smoking a pipe, a woman held her child and hummed softly, and several teenagers chased and played in the open space—everything seemed perfectly ordinary.
But amidst this ordinariness, Jiang Mu inexplicably felt somewhat oppressed.
"Young man, you look unfamiliar. Who are you looking for?"
By the roadside, an old man squatted on a stone roller, smoking a pipe, and sized up Jiang Mu.
Jiang Mu politely asked, "Sir, is there anyone here named Dong Wanhai?"
The old man took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaling the grayish-white smoke, and shook his head: "Never heard of it. There's no one with the surname 'Dong' here."
Undeterred, Jiang Mu stopped several villagers along the way to ask, but the answers were all the same: they all shook their heads and said they didn't know.
"Did you provide the wrong address?"
"Or is Dong Wanhai using a pseudonym?"
Jiang Mu was puzzled.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on a local earth god temple in the center of the village.
A mangled corpse lay sprawled in front of the temple gate!
Judging from his build and frame, he should be a young man.
At that moment, five or six large, glossy weasels were feasting on the carcass.
Sharp fangs tore at flesh, making a "sizzling" sound.
It's so obviously obvious.
However, what truly sent chills down Jiang Mu's spine was not the monster eating people.
Instead, it was the villagers who had passed by!
Everyone turned a blind eye to the bloody scene.
It seems they've become accustomed to it.
A man carrying firewood passed by the temple without even glancing at it.
Several women sat not far away, chatting and laughing.
Even the children playing nearby seemed oblivious to the bloodshed, continuing to chase after a broken bamboo ball.
This incongruous scene horrified Jiang Mu.
He even circulated his star power, trying to see through the "illusion" before him. But after confirming several times, he found that the villagers had no demonic aura whatsoever; they were genuine humans.
Jiang Mu's face darkened. He gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist and strode toward the weasels that were gnawing on the corpses.
"Hey, young man, what are you going to do?"
A woman who was drying wild vegetables quickly called out to him, walked over, and grabbed Jiang Mu's sleeve.
Jiang Mu stopped and pointed at the weasels whose mouths were covered in blood, her brows furrowed. "Aunties, can't you see? Those are monsters eating people!"
The woman laughed and waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "Young man, you must be from out of town. You don't understand, that's not some kind of demon, that's the compassionate Yellow Immortal," who is helping our village cleanse itself of evil spirits.
"Purify?"
Jiang Mu frowned. "What do you mean?"
The woman pointed to the corpse and patiently explained, "That's an unclean person from our village," possessed by something filthy. It appears every two or three months, and if it's not removed, it will bring great misfortune to the whole village.
Those few weasel spirits are living bodhisattvas specially sent down by Heaven to help us ward off disasters and difficulties.
"Who told you this was for purification?"
Jiang Mu's voice turned cold.
"Of course, it was Old Master Huangxian who told the village chief in a dream."
The woman clasped her hands together and bowed devoutly in the direction of the earth god temple. "Let me tell you, young man, ever since the old man Huangxian came and cleansed us of evil, our village has never been plagued by disease again."
Even if the chickens and ducks raised at home get sick, as long as you go to the temple to pray to the Yellow Immortal, they'll be lively and energetic again the next day.
"What else could this be but a manifestation of a Bodhisattva?"
Looking at the woman's face filled with reverence and fanaticism, and then at the weasels in front of the local temple, Jiang Mu felt a surge of anger.
The so-called diseases and plagues are just the work of these evil creatures.
First, they play the role of a demon who brings calamity, then they disguise themselves as a savior who rescues people from suffering.
They use such despicable means to gain the trust and faith of ordinary people, and then openly demand living people as food for purification.
But realistically speaking, what can these villagers at the bottom of society do?
Being utterly powerless is nothing more than grasping at a straw in despair, numbing oneself to seek peace.
Ultimately, it's the Demon Slayer Division in this area that's holding positions without doing any work.
They failed to completely annihilate the demons.
"The Bodhisattva has manifested, right? Fine, I'll send them to see the real Bodhisattva today."
Jiang Mu was too lazy to waste any more words with the brainwashed villagers. She shook off the woman's hand and strode towards the local temple.
The weasels in front of the temple noticed someone approaching, raised their heads, their eyes flashing with ferocity, and hissed menacingly.
Jiang Mu gripped the hilt of the broken sword at his waist with his other hand.
"Clang—"
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A dark red streak flashed across the sky.
As the blade flashed, the heads of three weasels flew off in unison, blood gushing out like a fountain.
The remaining two were terrified and turned to run away, but were cleaved in two by the second blade that followed.
The process takes no more than a breath.
By the time the villagers realized what was happening, only a few animal carcasses and the mutilated human corpse remained in front of the temple.
The woman screamed, collapsing to the ground with a thud. Pointing at Jiang Mu, she trembled violently: "You—you—you actually killed an immortal! What a sin! You'll be punished!"
Jiang Mu ignored him and stepped into the earth god temple.
The temple was dark and damp, with piles of white bones in the corners.
There were adults and children.
Clearly, the victims were not limited to this village.
On the altar where the local earth god was originally worshipped, a strange clay sculpture now sits.
The clay sculpture depicts an elderly man dressed in the robes of a human official.
Its face is long and narrow, like that of a weasel.
A few strands of withered yellow hair peeked out from the collar, and a pair of narrow, clay-sculpted eyes were coated with cinnabar, exuding a cold and majestic aura in the dim light, as if they were staring vividly at Jiang Mu.
"Grandpa Huang Xian?"
Jiang Mu sneered.
He suddenly remembered the weasel demon "Huang Silang" that he had killed in Huzhou City.
I heard that the beast also has a father who is good at bewitching people, named "Huang Daxian".
Could it be the Weasel Spirit that the villagers are talking about?
Jiang Mu pondered for a moment, then walked out of the temple gate.
Outside, more and more villagers gathered around, their eyes bloodshot. They pointed and cursed at him as if Jiang Mu had killed their adoptive parents.
In the heat of the moment, several young men even grabbed hoes and machetes, their eyes fierce as they pressed forward.
He shouted that he wanted to kill Jiang Mu and apologize to Huang Xian.
Jiang Mu remained expressionless, took out a token from his pocket, and held it high.
"The Demon Slayer Division is on a case! Anyone who obstructs will be killed without exception!"
The moment the words "Demon Slayer Division" were uttered, the villagers, who had been so aggressive just moments before, fell silent, their faces drained of color.
The men carrying weapons trembled, and their hoes and machetes fell to the ground.
The people fear officials; it's an instinct ingrained in their bones.
Jiang Mu snorted coldly, preparing to find a villager to interrogate him about Huang Xian's whereabouts.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on an old locust tree not far away.
On the rough tree trunk, a circle was crookedly painted with white lime, and a vertical line was drawn in the middle of the circle.
Jiang Mu was startled.
He recalled that on the back of the note with the address that Dong Wanhai had left him, there seemed to be a similar pattern.
signal?
Jiang Mu immediately began to carefully observe the surrounding area.
Sure enough, he found several similar patterns under the millstone in the village and in the corner of the abandoned low wall.
Jiang Mu ignored the villagers and began to wander through the village following the guidance of the pattern.
Wherever he went, the villagers would automatically make way for him as if avoiding a plague god.
About an incense stick later, Jiang Mu stopped in front of a secluded courtyard.
The gate to the courtyard was half-closed, and the yard was overgrown with weeds, appearing rather desolate and quiet. Beside a dried-up well, an overturned wooden bucket lay.
Inside the room, intermittent coughing could be heard.
"Squeak"
Jiang Mu pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, and a musty smell mixed with the smell of dregs of medicine hit her.
The room was dimly lit.
An old man was lying on a bed against the wall.
The old man was emaciated, so thin that he was just skin and bones.
Jiang Mu carefully examined the old man for a long time before recognizing him as the once vigorous Dong Wanhai.
Hearing the noise, Dong Wanhai slowly opened his eyes.
When he saw that the person who came was Jiang Mu, he was stunned for a moment, and a bright light appeared in his eyes, but it was quickly followed by bitterness and sadness.
"Master Jiang, you've arrived."
Dong Wanhai gave a bitter laugh.
"Am I too late?" Jiang Mu asked.
He could see that Dong Wanhai had lost all his cultivation, and even the star power fluctuations of a "pseudo-star official" within his body had vanished.
Dong Wanhai gave a wry smile: "I originally thought you wouldn't come. But even if you had come earlier, it wouldn't have mattered."
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"Why?" Jiang Mu asked.
Dong Wanhai closed his eyes and waited a while before opening them again, his eyes filled with dejection: "Because the condition I gave you was that you help me kill an enemy, and I would tell you a clue about the orthodox [Tian Gang Star]."
But I never expected that my enemy would snatch that orthodox star position first. He is now a sixth-realm cultivator, possessing the orthodox Heavenly Star Position.
Master Jiang, our deal is null and void. Whether you come early or late, it's useless—"
In Dong Wanhai's eyes, a sixth-realm orthodox star official is an invincible barrier.
For this young hall master to challenge him would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.
"Oh, I see."
Jiang Mu remained calm. "Then take me there to find him."
Dong Wanhai stared at him in astonishment, as if he were a madman: "Didn't you hear what I just said? He's at the sixth realm! The sixth realm Heavenly General!"
"I heard it very clearly."
Jiang Mu said calmly, "Your enemy is now a sixth-realm orthodox star official, very powerful and influential. So—you just need to take me there, and you don't need to worry about the rest."
Silence fell in the room.
The flame of the oil lamp flickered, casting a distorted shadow on the wall.
Dong Wanhai stared at him for a long time, then suddenly asked, "What realm are you at now?"
Jiang Mu shrugged: "Barely at the fifth level."
"The Five Realms?!"
Dong Wanhai stared wide-eyed, nearly sitting up in bed.
He remembered that when he first met Jiang Mu in Huzhou City, the other party had only recently entered the third realm.
How much time has passed?
Crossing two borders?
What kind of heaven-defying prodigy is this?!
A glimmer of hope flashed in Dong Wanhai's eyes, but it only lasted for half a breath before fading away.
He shook his head dejectedly: "Still not enough—Hall Master Jiang, no matter how high your talent is, you're only at the fifth realm. A fifth realm cultivator against a sixth-realm Heavenly Gang orthodox cultivator is still not enough; you're just going to your death—"
"Just take me there."
Jiang Mu took out a small jade bottle from her bosom, poured out a pale blue pill, and handed it to him. "If I can't beat you, at least I can run. Since you want revenge, how do you know it won't work if you don't try?"
The medicinal pills had a pleasant, pleasant fragrance.
Just smelling it invigorated Dong Wanhai.
He stared at the pill, then looked at Jiang Mu's calm face, his withered face showing a changing expression.
Then, he grabbed the pill and stuffed it into his mouth: "Fine! Since even you, Hall Master Jiang, aren't afraid, what do I, a useless old man with one foot in the grave, have to fear? At worst, I'll die! I'll take you there!"
As the effects of the medicine took hold, Dong Wanhai finally regained some color in his face.
"However, before we set off—"
Jiang Mu asked, "Tell me first, what's going on with this village? What exactly is the origin of those 'yellow spirits' that the villagers worship as ancestors?"
Dong Wanhai leaned against the earthen wall and coughed twice, saying, "This Weasel only appeared after I returned from serious injury years ago. It's not just in this village; its traces can be found in many places within a hundred miles."
I've even heard that it was one of the forces behind the initial rebellion in Yancheng, inciting the people.
Jiang Mu unconsciously stroked the hilt of the knife with her fingertips.
He had heard Zai Qingshan mention the inside story of the Yancheng rebellion.
It is said that this great demon is extremely skilled at bewitching people and manipulating public opinion; he is a born charlatan.
It seems that this beast has truly mastered the art of keeping the people ignorant.
Dong Wanhai took a breath and continued, "I have been lying in wait here, but I have never seen the true form of that 'Huang Daxian'. However, there is a demon who calls himself 'Huang Sanlang' who often comes here, and he seems to be Huang Daxian's son."
It led a group of offspring to help the villagers cleanse the village of evil spirits and sometimes even give them medicinal herbs and meat.
Therefore, the villagers were extremely grateful to it and revered it as a deity.
As Dong Wanhai was speaking, a sudden commotion arose outside the courtyard, with the faint sound of gongs and drums.
"They're here."
Jiang Mu's eyes turned cold as she walked out of the house.
Outside the courtyard, hundreds of villagers had gathered.
Men, women, and children were all there, holding hoes, pitchforks, and other farm tools, cursing and swearing in the direction of the house.
When Jiang Mu came out, the villagers' shouts and curses paused for a moment.
The sound gradually faded away.
Just then, a gong sounded from behind the crowd, accompanied by a shrill shout: "The immortals are on a procession—"
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The villagers, as if receiving a royal decree, hurriedly and fearfully stepped aside to both sides, creating a wide path.
Eight monstrous creatures with weasel heads and human bodies came along, huffing and puffing as they carried an open-air sedan chair.
The sedan chair was covered with bright red silk.
The most eye-catching thing was the mountain of flesh sprawled on the sedan chair.
Upon closer inspection, it was an extremely obese man.
He was wearing a brocade robe, which was stretched so taut by his fat that it looked like it was about to burst.
He was heavily pregnant, his face was oily, and his neck was covered in layers of flesh. His eyes were squeezed into the gaps between his flesh, gleaming with a ghostly light.
As the sedan chair came to a stop, the surrounding villagers all knelt down on the ground.
"Greetings, Immortal!"
"May the immortals protect us!"
The villagers were very enthusiastic.
Jiang Mu stared coldly at this absurd scene.
It's obvious without even guessing that the person in the sedan chair must be Huang Sanlang.
Huang Sanlang shifted his position with difficulty, causing the solid wood under the sedan chair to creak. He looked at Jiang Mu with a sinister gaze, his voice laced with mockery: "I heard you're an officer from the Demon Slayer Division?"
"Yes."
Jiang Mu gave a gentle push with his thumb.
The Blood Frenzy Blade revealed a section of its dark red edge.
Huang Sanlang chuckled strangely, "Interesting, truly interesting. Your Demon Slaying Division has so many demons to slay, yet you choose to come and slay a god like me who saves the world."
No wonder demons run rampant in this world, causing countless sufferings to the people. So you officials are in cahoots with those monsters and demons!
These words ignited the emotions of the kneeling villagers around him. They all raised their heads and glared at Jiang Mu with vicious and hateful eyes.
"You say you're a deity?"
Jiang Mu said calmly.
Huang Sanlang raised his chin, his fat face jiggling as he said, "My word doesn't count, but if the people believe I'm a god, then I am a god. Godhood resides in the hearts of the people, not in the temple gates."
"The immortal is right, you are our living god."
The surrounding villagers kowtowed repeatedly and echoed loudly.
A hint of helplessness flashed in Jiang Mu's eyes.
In chaotic times, demons become immortals.
When the imperial court's sword could not protect the people, even a piece of rotten flesh with a bloody smell could be worshipped as a god by starving people.
Seeing Jiang Mu remain silent, Huang Sanlang's smile grew even more arrogant: "See that? Now do you still think I'm not a god?"
"Having met the immortal."
"Why don't you kneel!?"
The last four words rang out like thunder, carrying a powerful demonic force that pressed down on Jiang Mu.
boom!
The eight half-beast demons carrying the sedan chair slammed the palanquin poles heavily onto the ground, roaring in unison, "Kneel—!"
"Kneel! Kneel! Kneel!!"
The villagers roared along with them, their shouts creating a tidal wave.
For a moment, both humans and transvestites spoke in unison.
If it were an ordinary cultivator, under the dual pressure of "public opinion" and demonic power, they would probably have already lost their composure and collapsed to their knees.
Jiang Mu simply stood there quietly.
A cool breeze ruffled the wisps of hair on his forehead, revealing his calm eyes.
"Make me kneel?"
Jiang Mu's lips curled into a chilling smile. "Unfortunately—you're not qualified!"
"Whoosh!"
Before the words were even finished, the figure had already moved, and a dark red blade flashed through the sky.
They rushed straight for the mountain of flesh on the sedan chair!
"How dare you!"
The eight demons carrying the sedan chair roared and pounced at the same time.
Their claws and teeth were sharp, and their demonic aura was sinister. They blocked all of Jiang Mu's paths of advance and retreat from different directions.
Jiang Mu swung his broken sword horizontally.
"Whirlwind Slash!"
The blade flashed like snow, transforming into an arc-shaped blade of energy that formed a perfect 360-degree circle of death around him.
"Sizzle—!"
It was a 100% sell-out, no doubt about it.
Eight peak second-tier demons were cut in half on the spot.
Blood and entrails rained down on the faces of the villagers in the front row, like a downpour of blood.
They screamed in fright.
Huang Sanlang originally thought that Jiang Mu was at most a low-level Demon Slayer of the second or third realm, but upon seeing this, his small eyes suddenly shrank.
"court death!!"
In shock and anger, Huang Sanlang's obese body sprang up from the recliner.
Yes, it bounced up.
He curled up his obese body, turning it into a "meatball tank," and ruthlessly crushed and crashed into Jiang Mu.
Jiang Mu met the oncoming ball of flesh head-on with a powerful, mountain-splitting strike!
"when!"
The blade struck Huang Sanlang's swollen abdomen, producing a dull thud similar to striking leather.
The sharp Blood Frenzy Blade sliced open a blood groove about a foot long.
However, no blood flowed out.
Then, Huang Sanlang's layers of fat began to wriggle.
Not only did it absorb all the force from Jiang Mudao, but the cut wound also healed itself within seconds, returning to its original state.
"There's such a supernatural power?" Jiang Mu raised an eyebrow.
"it's useless!"
Huang Sanlang stretched out his body in mid-air, grinning maliciously, "This magical flesh armor of mine is impervious to water and fire, and invulnerable to swords and spears. You think you can harm my immortal body? Die!"
It inhaled sharply in mid-air, its belly swelling up like a balloon.
It slammed down on Jiang Mu's head again.
Jiang Mu's internal stellar energy surged.
The dark red [Tai Su Tian Gang Blood River True Qi] flowed into the blade along the meridians.
Jiang Mu bent her legs slightly, and the ground cracked inch by inch.
Facing the slamming Huang Sanlang, he once again swung his sword upwards.
This time, the target was still its abdomen.
Huang Sanlang looked disdainful.
Trying to use the same trick twice? Do you really think his "Yellow Immortal Body" is made of paper?
He neither dodged nor avoided the blade; in fact, he even stuck out his belly and deliberately faced the blade head-on.
"Come on, chop here! This immortal will let you chop to your heart's content."
The words came to an abrupt halt.
However, the next second.
The blade, imbued with the essence of Blood River, sliced into the thick layer of fat without encountering any resistance.
A flash of crimson light appeared.
The disdain on Huang Sanlang's face froze completely.
He looked down at the ever-widening gash in his abdomen, watching his internal organs slip out of the crack.
Watching my upper body slowly lean backward —
"No—impossible—"
He murmured, and fear finally welled up in his eyes.
The enormous body was cut in two.
His upper body flew out due to inertia and crashed with a "bang" onto an earthen wall more than ten meters away.
The lower half of the body remained in place.
Yellow fat mixed with internal organs gushed out and spilled all over the ground.
Huang Sanlang, who was only half-dead, was not quite dead yet.
It lay in a pool of blood, its face filled with disbelief. Seeing Jiang Mu approach, it struggled to raise a hand, its voice trembling as it pleaded, "Spare me—spare me—great immortal, spare me—this little demon was blind—"
Jiang Mu patted its greasy face with the flat of her knife, her tone icy: "Now answer me, are you a demon or a fairy?"
Huang Sanlang trembled all over and stammered, "I—I am a demon."
"Speak louder."
Jiang Mu pressed the blade down, pressing it against its neck.
Terrified, Huang Sanlang screamed with all his might, "I'm a demon! I'm a man-eating monster!"
That shout echoed throughout the entire village.
The villagers who had been so indignant were now completely silent.
Jiang Mu then asked, "Where is your father's fortune teller, Huang Daxian?"
"He—he went to Fazhou City half a month ago." Huang Sanlang dared not hide anything in order to save his life. "He said that a big shot there wanted to see him to discuss some important plan—"
Yunzhou?
Jiang Mu's heart skipped a beat.
Isn't that Aunt Shui's territory?
Are these demons planning to cause trouble right under Shui Miaozheng's nose?
He asked a few more questions, but Huang Sanlang's knowledge was limited, and he kept repeating the same ones.
Seeing that he couldn't get any more information, Jiang Mu didn't hesitate any longer, and his blade flashed.
Huang Sanlang's fat head rolled off.
A wisp of pure demonic energy was drawn from the corpse and entered Jiang Mu's body.
Jiang Mu shook off the blood from the knife and turned to walk back into the courtyard.
Just as they stepped into the courtyard, a piercing scream, choked with sobs, suddenly rang out from outside: "He—he killed the immortal!"
That sound was like igniting the last powder keg.
After a brief silence, the villagers stirred again, a torrent of curses erupting: "You'll get your comeuppance!"
"The weasel spirit is dead; bad luck is coming again!"
"Get out! Get out of our village!"
Even if Huang Sanlang himself admitted that he was a demon, even if the corpse was right in front of them, they still refused to believe it, or rather—
unbelievable.
The cost of the collapse of faith is too high.
So much so that they would rather continue living in lies.
Jiang Mu paused slightly, turned his head, and coldly swept his gaze over the ignorant faces of the group, saying indifferently, "You keep saying it's a god. But if it really is a god, how could it be cut in two by a mere mortal like me?"
Don't you even have common sense? Don't you know that gods can't be killed?
Faced with Jiang Mu's questioning, everyone was speechless, their mouths agape.
Jiang Mu was too lazy to give them any more compulsory education, so she went straight into the house and helped the weak Dong Wanhai out.
Because the enemy's territory was quite far away, and Dong Wanhai was too badly injured to travel a long distance, Jiang Mu simply found a donkey cart covered in cow dung, laid some dry straw on it, and threw the old man onto it.
As Jiang Mu drove away in the donkey cart, he glanced back.
The villagers remained standing at a distance, staring at him with eyes filled with deep hatred.
Jiang Mu chuckled self-deprecatingly and drove the donkey cart onto the official road.
"Many people are inherently foolish, Master Jiang, please don't take it to heart," Dong Wanhai sighed as he lay in the donkey cart.
"I'm not angry. They're not being ignorant; they're just insecure."
Jiang Mu stared ahead, his voice calm, "The imperial court can't protect them, and the Demon Slayer Bureau can't reach these remote corners. Only demons can give them a false sense of security."
Even though the monster would eat a few of them every now and then, as long as most of them could survive, they would be extremely grateful to the monster and worship it as a god.
Ultimately, if the world is at peace, and everyone lives in contentment and prosperity—
Do you think they would still treat a weasel like a deity?
Dong Wanhai paused, remained silent for a long time, and then nodded gently: "————That's true."
About three hours later, the donkey cart entered a desolate mountainous area.
The mountain road was rugged and became increasingly dangerous as we went.
Finally, they stopped in front of a cliff.
The cold wind howled like knives from the cliff top, making people's clothes flutter wildly and almost unable to stand steadily, with a bottomless valley below.
The area was shrouded in mist, and the rumbling sound of water could be faintly heard.
On the opposite side of the cliff, about a hundred feet away, stands a solitary peak.
The peaks are like sharp swords, piercing straight into the clouds.
All around are sheer cliffs, with only a few thick iron chains hanging down from the edge, connecting this side of the precipice.
It is a swaying iron chain bridge.
Atop the solitary peak, a small castle stands.
The outer wall was built of black stone, about three zhang high, and the top of the wall was densely covered with various array flags. Even from a distance, Jiang Mu could feel the fluctuations of the array's spiritual energy.
Dong Wanhai gazed at the solitary fortress opposite him, a deep-seated hatred appearing on his face: "This place is called Sky Eagle Fortress. The fortress lord is called Sky Eagle."
"He's been huddled up here the whole time?"
Jiang Mu asked.
Dong Wanhai nodded, gritting his teeth, and said, "That's right. It is said that this villain committed evil deeds in his early years and offended a big shot. He was chased to the point of having nowhere to run, so he hid in this remote place and became a coward."
Only that one time—he secretly slipped out and snatched that Heavenly Star position.
By the time I found out, it was too late. I came here with the determination to die for revenge, but unfortunately, I still failed and ended up like this.
Dong Wanhai pointed to the small castle and said, "Hall Master Jiang, this castle is extremely sturdy. Even a seventh-realm expert would find it difficult to breach the outer barrier."
That's why I wanted to ask for your help when I saw that you possessed that teleportation ability.
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Jiang Mu asked, "You previously said that this Sky Eagle is a bloodthirsty madman who captured and slaughtered countless innocent people in order to cultivate his evil arts. Is that true?"
Although he agreed to help the old man get revenge, Jiang Mu still had a moral compass.
He kills, but he will never be someone else's dubious knife.
"Don't worry, Master Jiang, I know you don't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately."
Dong Wanhai raised his right hand and swore, "If I have uttered even the slightest lie, may I be struck by lightning! You only need to sneak in and see for yourself what's inside, and you'll know whether what I said is true or false."
Jiang Mu looked at him for a few seconds and nodded: "Okay, then you stay here for now, I'll go scout ahead."
Dong Wanhai struggled to get out of the car.
Jiang Mu tried to help him up, but he waved her hand and refused.
The old man shakily climbed down from the donkey cart.
Holding onto the carriage shaft, his legs trembled, and he stumbled several times before finally managing to stand still in the biting cold wind.
He straightened his hunched back and said in a deep voice, "I'm an old man, but I can still hold on. I can't let my enemies on the other side laugh at me."
Master Jiang, you may go ahead, I will wait here.
I am very grateful that you accompanied me on this journey. However, if things become unavoidable, I urge Master Jiang to prioritize protecting his own life.
"This blood feud... I've actually given up all hope."
Jiang Mu didn't say anything, but just patted his shoulder.
Then he turned around and walked towards the swaying iron chain bridge at the edge of the cliff.
The wind howled and the iron chains rattled.
The bridge deck consisted of only a few wooden planks, many of which were rotten and broken, with a bottomless abyss below.
Jiang Mu did not go up the bridge.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, a thought stirring in his mind.
He separated the first demonic shadow from his body and threw it to the other side.
Jiang Mu teleported there, and then used the same method to pass through the city wall and enter the fortress.
down to earth.
He immediately concealed all his presence, like a fallen leaf, clinging to the shadows at the base of the wall.
He looked up and surveyed his surroundings.
The castle interior was smaller than I had imagined, about the size of an ordinary courtyard.
But the scene before him made Jiang Mu gasp.
The ground was covered with skulls!
It was densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The skulls varied in size; some were weathered and blackened, while others were stained with dark red blood. They were neatly arranged and stacked.
Under the moonlight, thousands of empty eye sockets seemed to be gazing silently at this uninvited guest.
Right in the center of the courtyard stood a house made entirely of skulls.
"What kind of beast is this?"
Jiang Mu felt a chill run through her body.
He held his breath and groped his way toward the house of bones.
The house had no doors or windows.
Jiang Mu threw the demonic shadow in again, then activated teleportation.
Enter the house.
It was pitch black, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Because he had previously thrown away the pseudo-star position "Earth Observation Star" official seal, which came with the supernatural power of "night vision as day," in pursuit of combat power, he is now unable to see clearly.
Jiang Mu took out a luminous pearl and gently rolled it into the room.
The bead rolled on the skull-shaped ground, making a soft "gurgling" sound, and a gentle white light spread out, illuminating the surrounding scenery.
With the help of this faint light, Jiang Mu was finally able to see the scene inside the room.
Empty.
Besides the skeletons scattered all over the ground, there was only one figure huddled in the corner.
It appears to be one person.
When Jiang Mu finally saw the full appearance of the "person" in the corner, her pupils widened slightly.
That wasn't a living person, but a skeleton!
But strangely, this skeleton was not the ghastly, withered white color it usually is.
Its skeleton is entirely pink, like the finest peach blossom jade, crystal clear and translucent.
Under the shimmering light of the luminous pearl, the pink bones seemed to have blood flowing inside, exuding a bewitching and alluring aura.
It just sat there quietly.
His hands were forming a strange mudra on his knees.
The graceful curves of the bones evoke the image of a peerless enchantress gently undressing under the moonlight.
It was clearly just a pink skeleton without flesh and blood.
gloomy.
Yet it is breathtakingly beautiful.
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