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Chapter 95, Mandragora + Wine = Water Ghost Belly Up
The next morning, the dawn was just breaking.

Lu Yue got up early in the morning and went to the liquor store near the resort.

"Boss, please order some wine. We had a reservation last night."

"I know. The leader called. How many pounds?"

"Not much. Fill up my kettle with wine. How much?"

"This kettle alone can hold several kilograms. I'll give it to you."

A few minutes later, the owner of the liquor shop broke out in cold sweat. He witnessed with his own eyes that a small kettle was filled with dozens of kilograms of pure grain liquor. This was too much.

After paying the money, Lu Yue bought a bucket of fresh animal blood that had been prepared long ago. After doing all this, he hurried to the shore to set up the papermaker's tent.

As soon as I got outside the tent, I could clearly feel that the atmosphere was not right.

Two figures came out of the paper-making maker's tent.

There was a fortune teller wearing thick earmuffs in the middle of summer, and a man in a shroud with a deathly face.

What big deal is going on?
When Lu Yue walked into the tent, he was also startled.

The paper-folding craftsman's eyes were bloodshot, and large amounts of waterproof kraft paper were scattered all over his body, as if he had worked intensively all night without sleep. It is conceivable how much mental pressure he was under to make the extraordinary person look like this.

"Now that you are here, I have repaired your boat and installed an automatic paddle for you. With this paper man here, you don't need to row the boat..." The paper-folding craftsman's voice was hoarse and tired.

After saying this, the paper-making craftsman pointed to the front end of the paper boat.

There stood a lifelike paper man.

"The King of Rolls, he is simply the King of Rolls. I thought I had asked for a low enough price, but I didn't expect someone would do it for free. This is simply not going to let me survive!!!"

"Only a few customers placed orders in one night. For this opportunity, I have already stockpiled millions of raw materials in advance..."

"Isn't it just automatic driving? You are a Gongshu man, and I am also a paper-tie maker. Do you really think that we, who are in the Yin sect, are easy to bully?"

"Wait for me to study and solve other problems in the underworld road."

Only then did Lu Yue understand the commotion caused by the word "free" on the wooden boat yesterday.

Originally, the business of crossing the lake was controlled by three paper-folding craftsmen, and all three made money, but now with this incident, all three have been hit hard.

Given the choice between a ferry fee of 200,000 and free ferry, most people would choose the free one.

The tailor and paper-folding craftsman who made funeral clothes were in trouble. For the sake of their customers, they made preparations a month in advance and stockpiled a lot of materials, spending a lot of money, just waiting to make a fortune this time.

In their original conception, with each company's respective advantages, they would not be afraid of not being able to sell even if they engaged in a price war.

However, reality taught them a harsh lesson.

When the descendant of Gongshu appeared, he did not steal food but overturned the table.

The paper-folding craftsman and the funeral clothes tailor did not sleep a wink all night.

In fact, strictly speaking, the two of them just didn't make any money or made very little, which did not meet their expectations. They couldn't accept this gap. Now that they have no customers, the materials they have stockpiled will take at least a few years to consume as usual.

These two people did not lose anything, but the fortune teller who was also in the underworld industry suffered.

In order to become bigger and stronger, the other party used their abilities and communicated with more than a dozen water ghosts in advance to agree to the conditions, and let the water ghosts stand on the shore for people to choose. Now the number of customers has decreased, and no one is willing to choose the water ghosts to cross the lake.

But she had to keep the promise she made.

The demands made by these water ghosts cover a wide range. It would be fine to do these things if they could make money, but the problem is that they are not making money now.

White wine?

Or break the contract?
There's a difference between breaking a promise with a human and breaking a promise with a ghost.

Now, whenever the witch approaches the lake, a water ghost will scream in her ear: "Old man, have you done what I asked you to do?"

"What, it's difficult? Then don't do it."

"Old woman, as long as we are here, you will never cross the lake in your lifetime."

"When the water ghost gets angry, blood will flow like a river..."

"..."

Lu Yue frowned, he couldn't help much with this.

It's impossible to force those extraordinary people to pay to cross the river.

After comforting the paper-folder with a few words, telling him that he should always look forward, things will get better and perhaps there are still surprises to come, Lu Yue left the tent area, carrying the paper boat on his shoulders and walked towards the lakeshore.

Along the way, there were crowds of people. Many people gathered on the shore to witness the red fog area, talking among themselves, as if they were expecting something.

Lu Yue found an uninhabited shore, put down the paper boat and headed towards the deep lake.

Soon after, screams were heard from the shore.

"It appeared, the wooden boat appeared!!!"

"There's more than one ship. There are many..."

"Gongshu is a righteous family, and everything is free."

There was only one corpse driver on the returning boat. Everyone immediately surrounded him and asked if it was safe. The corpse driver said expressionlessly, "No problem, the boat is safe."

At this moment, the extraordinary people who were still waiting and watching made a decision in their hearts.

The 200,000 yuan package for crossing the lake in the vagina industry...even dogs won't buy it.

……

On the other side, Lu Yue moved away from the shore and came to the edge of the red fog again. After yesterday's test, the paper boat's limit had been verified, and the ghosts were basically concentrated in the red fog area, which was the underworld road.

So today Lu Yue plans to try getting closer.

The paper figure on the bow seemed to be endowed with life, mechanically waving the oars, leading the paper boat to quickly cross the boundary and go deep into the forbidden area shrouded in red fog.

As soon as you enter, a heavy feeling of oppression surges over you like a tide. Even in the daytime, visibility here is extremely low, and the whole world is shrouded in an ominous blood-red veil.

Lu Yue took out the datura leaves and rinsed them in the kettle.

When I took it out again, I found that the color of the Datura leaves had faded a little.

It seems that the use of this Mandragora leaf is not unlimited. Even though it is very special, just like Chinese medicinal materials, its medicinal properties will often disappear after being decocted several times.

Putting away the Datura leaves, Lu Yue scattered blood to make a nest in advance.

One minute...two minutes...three minutes...

Lu Yue remained highly alert, closely watching the changes in the red fog around him. The red fog seemed to have life, twisting and entwining, and every breath caused the nearby red fog to enter his nasal cavity.

Lu Yue circulated the kidney energy in his body and did not notice the danger of the red mist.

In an urgent situation, Lu Yue felt something was wrong. He glanced around and found everything was too quiet. You know, this is the road to the underworld and there are souls of the dead in the lake. He has been driving here for so long, but there is no reaction at all.

And this red mist seems more like blood mist.

A terrifying thought suddenly flashed through Lu Yue's mind.

Could that heart-shaped mountain on the other side of the lake be Bi Gan’s Seven-Aperture Heart? If so... then these so-called red mists are caused by the blood supply to the Seven-Aperture Heart?
Is this the reason why the underworld came into being?
Who did all this?
Taoist Fang once said that the gods are dead.

So who killed the god and made the road to the underworld from his heart?

How were the ruins formed?

Why did Bigan escape from the ruins before?
What changes have occurred to the ruins?
A series of questions came like a tide, and Lu Yue felt confused and shocked. As his thoughts deepened, a low and strange murmur gradually sounded in his ears, like an evil spirit crawling out from the depths of hell, invading his mind with all kinds of distorted tones, provoking his nerves, trying to drag his consciousness into endless darkness and despair.

Lu Yue was shocked and hurriedly activated his Qingyu Body.

The next second, a brilliant green light bloomed and formed a barrier. The surrounding red mist was blocked five meters away, but in the next instant it was continuously compressed until it shrank to the surface of the body.

The chaotic thoughts in his mind returned to normal, and Lu Yue only felt his scalp tingling.

The red fog in front of him was not an illusion, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms had no effect on it. According to the paper-folding craftsman, the red fog could make people lose their way and face their fears. This was actually an alternative mental attack.

so horrible!

Moreover, this terror was not sudden and was completely unpredictable.

Those who are infected do not even realize that they are in fear.

What made Lu Yue's scalp tingle was that the Qingyu body did not passively trigger its defense when encountering danger. It was as if it was hypnotized and lifeless. Even if it was actively activated, it looked pale and powerless under the red fog, and could only barely protect itself.

At this time... there was movement on the lake, and shadows were gathering towards the paper boat.

These are ghosts...

The blood attracted them; this was not a place for living people.

They want to overturn the paper boat.

Lu Yue quickly sprinkled the anesthetic wine.

Soon after, the anesthetic took effect.

Body after body floated ashore.

All of them were lying on their backs, with dead fish eyes...

Those were the people who had died in the lake throughout the ages. Because of the relics, they began to revive, and as soon as they revived, Lu Yue gave them anesthetics and brought them up.

Lu Yue quickly took action to deal with the dozen or so dead souls lying on their stomachs.

[Source Energy +1, +1, +1...]

In just a few moments, thirteen strands of source energy were harvested.

But there are no big fish in it, just some small shrimps.

Lu Yue was a little puzzled, until he saw the surface of the lake and seemed to understand everything. Compared with this huge lake, fifty kilograms of wine could be completely ignored, and the anesthetic was diluted after coming into contact with water.

Talking about toxicity without considering the dosage is nonsense.

However, if all the lake water was replaced with wine and tens of thousands of tons of Datura were poured into it, not only would it anesthetize the ghosts that had just revived, even those that were hundreds or thousands of years old would be knocked unconscious by the drug.

But this situation can only be thought about. Lu Yue shook his head and began to check the paper boat. He found that the paper boat was damaged and eroded much faster in the red fog area than in the periphery. In the end, he had to leave and drive out of the underworld road.

After half an hour.

Lu Yue reached the shore smoothly, carried the paper boat and came to the paper-making tent area.

The paper-folding craftsman stared at the video on his phone with his eyes wide open, not eating or drinking, and muttered to himself: "Damn Lu Ban, just wait, I must make a perfect paper boat."

Before leaving, Lu Yue secretly took a look at the other person's mobile phone and found that it was a video about "Destroyer".

Times have changed, and the Yin-men industries such as paper-folding craftsmen have also begun to keep pace with the times.

After leaving the paper-making maker's tent, Lu Yue went to the nearby market to continue buying materials for making nests. On the way, he heard someone's hysterical roar of fear.

"Dead people!!!"

(End of this chapter)