Mythology

Chapter 108 I am the Third Prince of the Dragon Palace

[The identity of Storyteller has been resurrected and can be played again]

Yang He smiled, his guess was proved to be correct.

The panel determines whether a character has vitality or not.

However, the cost of resurrecting the storyteller is quite high and difficult to replicate. If Nezha did not use the karmic fire to repair the corpse, even refining the Dragon King of the East China Sea into a dragon pill would be difficult.

"If it weren't for the connection between Jiang Ziya's master and his disciples, it wouldn't be worth it."

[Storyteller (blue): You relied on your two natural magical powers to become Jiang Ziya's apprentice. After your death, you unexpectedly turned into a dragon and woke up in the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.]

"The storyteller is already in the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea? It seems that his situation is the same as Nezha's."

“We must find Jiang Ziya or Nezha as soon as possible, and then find a way to complete the allusion, otherwise the storyteller may be wasted.”

After Yang He closed his eyes and sorted out his thoughts, he scanned the other roles he could play.

All characters are related to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. Their quality is still dark green, not reaching the blue quality, which means that the people of Chentang Pass have not yet completely transformed into dragons.

[Cook (Green): You are a cook in the Dragon Palace kitchen. As the Dragon King's birthday banquet approaches, the East Sea Dragon Palace becomes more and more lively, but you find that the East Sea Dragon King seems to be missing. ]

[Carriage bearer (green): As a sedan bearer of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, you are responsible for the daily travel of the dragon sons and daughters. However, the dragon sons and daughters do not live in the rooms of the Dragon Palace at all. ]

Yang He pinched his nose bridge with a headache, and was certain that the Dragon King of the East China Sea had become an evil spirit.

[Corpse Taoist: You faked your death to avoid the birthday banquet at the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, but the Dragon King has been looking for you. Remember not to make any noise.]

[Pure Buddha: As a disciple of the saint, you can hear the common people praying to the saint. There seem to be many desperate voices in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. ]

Yang He's gaze lingered on the Immaculate Buddha for a few moments.

"Choose to play as [Storyteller]."

.........

The Dragon Palace in the East China Sea said it was holding a birthday banquet, but it was hung with pale mourning cloth.

The sea was rising and falling, and the filial piety cloth was swaying along with it.

The word "Shou" (longevity) stained with blood was pasted on the wall of the palace, and the Zishan Palace where the birthday banquet was held was like a mourning hall for the dead.

Xiaobu divided the Dragon Palace into two parts.

The candles in the front hall were always lit, and figures in mourning clothes were wandering around.

They were all people from Chentangguan who had transformed into dragons. Their expressions no longer had the previous enthusiasm, and their eyes were filled with unspeakable fear.

Ever since he turned into a dragon, his consciousness has become confused.

They each performed their duties in the Dragon Palace, but their bodies were out of control and they were arranging the Dragon King's birthday banquet according to strange and inexplicable rules.

The rear hall was a wasteland, filled with graves like a mass grave, and the tombstones were blank with no words on them.

There are as many as thirty or forty tombs. The main tomb in the middle is ten meters tall, and the rest of the tombs are also much larger than usual.

No one noticed.

There is a fluctuation of negative energy near the tomb near the main location.

Yang He woke up as a storyteller and found himself still in the tripod. As soon as his five senses recovered, he immediately realized that the tripod was buried deep underground.

Paper money was scattered by the waves, and the environment was eerie.

"What the hell?"

"Is the Dragon King's birthday banquet being held on a grave? And no matter what role I play, why am I always buried?"

Yang He couldn't help but complain a few words and repeatedly confirmed that the tomb was located in the back hall of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.

The storyteller barely maintained his human form, but his entire body was covered with scales, and a narrow dragon tail more than half a meter long extended from his spine.

Before Yang He could continue to investigate, the dense yin energy from the surrounding area poured back into the tripod.

There was a sound of bones colliding in his body.

The transformation that occurred during the previous alchemy was not over yet.

Yang He only felt a sharp pain, his spine began to stretch, his limbs turned into claws, scales covered his skin, and he completely turned into a dragon.

The head is 70% like a dragon and 20% like a human. The black and gray scales are covered with dirt-like patterns. If you look closely, the patterns look like corpse spots.

Overall, although the storyteller is not an orthodox real dragon, he can be called a corpse dragon, and has inherited some characteristics of the corpse-reincarnated immortal body.

Yang He recovered and the three yang fires were burning fiercely.

What Jiang Ziya said was correct. Transforming into a dragon could prolong one's life. Yang He's life span was extended by at least two to three hundred years. The two ghosts in his body also had an impact.

Yang He refined the tripod again and quietly opened the lid.

The East China Sea Dragon Palace is filled with yin energy, and the sea water has greatly reduced the visual range of the pupil ghost. It is not known what the situation is.

"Let's leave the grave first. Jiang Ziya is not in the back hall. It's extremely dangerous to stay here. We have to find a way to sneak into the Dragon King's birthday banquet."

Yang He half of his body emerged from the tripod, and his ghostly hand grabbed his neck.

The ghost hand's yin energy's transformation of flesh and blood into emptiness is, in a sense, also a form of escape technique, and even more covert than the conventional five elements escape techniques.

"Well."

pat pat pat.

Yang He's pupils shook and he heard rustling sounds from the tombs.

There was a corresponding surge in spiritual vision.

"Prime Minister Turtle has arrived!"

Yang He returned to the tripod again. The two ghosts were frantically warning that the evil spirit named Prime Minister Turtle was extremely dangerous and he would surely die if he escaped from the tomb.

He looked at the ground and saw something strange about a grave near the corner.

The mummified body crawled out of the grave.

It was huge in size, with a slender body clinging to a tortoise shell. The surface of the shell was tattered, and maggots kept crawling out of the cracks.

Prime Minister Turtle’s neck was half a meter long, and his bulging eyes were gleaming faintly.

【Ghoul】

[Ghosts who were buried while still alive had a lot of resentment before death, but had no obvious injuries on their bodies, and their bodies did not decay for years.]

Yang He's heart was beating like a drum, and then various mummies appeared one by one, all of which were the evil versions of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in his impression.

"So this is what you mean by burying ghosts in water? The entire Dragon Palace in the East China Sea is buried in the soil. Could it be that the Dragon Palaces in all four seas are... mass graves?" He noticed belatedly that the locations of all the graves were similar to those of piles being driven into the ground.

"Fuck."

Yang He understood that the storyteller was not a guest at the banquet at all.

"If the main tomb is the Dragon King of the East China Sea, then the tombs in the front row are probably the dragon's sons and daughters, so..."

As Prime Minister Turtle walked, pieces of meat and bones fell off, and his shell made crackling sounds.

Yang He had seen corpse ghosts before, and recognized that Prime Minister Turtle did have signs of refining. He should have been just an old man in his seventies or eighties?

Prime Minister Turtle tilted his head and a sharp hiss echoed.

"The Dragon King of the East Sea is celebrating his birthday, and he invites his sons and daughters to join the banquet."

When the shrimp soldiers and crab generals arrived in front of the tomb, they only heard Prime Minister Turtle continue to say: "It is an auspicious day, please invite the eldest prince Ao Cheng to the banquet!"

The corpse ghost dug up the first grave in the front row, and Yang He was next door.

Yang He's face was filled with astonishment as he watched the corpse ghost take out an altar from the ground, an altar with a yellow talisman of the Rebirth Mantra on it.

The earthen altar is not a Yin instrument or treasure, but a vessel used by the poor to hold ashes.

Nezha at least knew how to use a wooden box. The funeral standards in the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea were not even as good as those of mortals, and were only slightly better than wrapping in a straw mat and burying in the soil.

The pupil was swollen and occupied most of the forehead.

Yang He looked through the earthen altar and found it was empty. There was no evil spirit, nor the ashes of the eldest prince Ao Cheng.

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals still held it carefully and sent it to the front hall amid praises.

"Now you are gone, the road to the underworld is long, your soul will return to the underworld, the gods will protect you, do not be afraid or worried, may you enjoy peace in the underworld..."

Yang He didn't understand what was going on, he could only determine that the chant the corpse ghost was chanting was for the afterlife.

Why is the so-called birthday banquet exactly the same as a funeral?

"It is an auspicious day. Please invite the Second Crown Prince Ao Fu to the banquet!"

Next is the second earthen altar.

Yang He shook his head. The altar was still empty. "The Dragon Palace in the East China Sea must have been destroyed a long time ago. Why does it feel like the birthday banquet is..."

"Like playing house?"

Prime Minister Turtle's expression remained unchanged, and he continued as usual, "It is an auspicious day, please invite the Third Prince Ao Bing to the banquet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the corpse ghost began to dig up Yang He's grave.

"Gan!!!"

Yang He had expected this, but still couldn't help swearing.

I just want to stay in the dark and wait for my cheap master and biological brother to deal with the dragon disaster so that everyone can be happy.

"It's an auspicious day, please..." When Prime Minister Turtle saw the tripod dug out from Ao Bing's tomb, a hint of surprise appeared in his turbid eyes.

He stopped talking abruptly and moved closer to observe the tripod.

After a long time, Prime Minister Turtle began to tremble all over and was extremely excited.

"The Third Prince is back! Hurry!! Take him to bathe and change clothes!!!"

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals half-knelt and lifted the tripod, escorting Yang He ecstatically, but they did not go to the Zishan Palace where the birthday banquet was held, but to a room in the southwest corner of the Dragon Palace.

The progress was not fast. Yang He saw the earthen altars of the East China Sea Dragon King's entire family being unearthed one after another, and finally it was the turn of the giant tomb in the center.

As soon as the soil was dug a little, black blood seeped out.

The sea water was polluted, and large areas of corals and aquatic plants withered.

"Dragon King of the East China Sea!"

"Dragon King of the East Sea!!!"

An extremely terrifying negative energy emanated from it. The main tomb could not be just an earthen altar. The Dragon King of the East China Sea was about to emerge from his own grave.

Before the tripod was brought into the wing room, Yang He caught a glimpse of it.

The main tomb was piled with densely packed flesh and blood fragments. As they were brought to light again, the fragments were pieced together and were about to turn into a dragon body.

boom.

The door of the wing was closed.

The corpse ghost gently put down the tripod and then left the room.

There was no decoration in the room, the walls were covered with corals and decorated with various gems, and the ceiling was inlaid with luminous pearls that emitted a faint glow.

"If something goes wrong, I don't want to be the Third Prince of the East China Sea!"

Yang He left the tripod without hesitation, then shrunk the penis and swallowed it into his stomach.

The characters all share the same origin, so the Yin organs do not need excessive refining.

"I should have brought the black cat along."

"As soon as the aura of the four-beast is revealed, Jiang Taigong will be able to detect it immediately."

Yang He was somewhat uncomfortable with his dragon body, and staggered from side to side while crawling on all fours. He hurried to the corner, intending to leave this haunted place first.

thump.

dong dong.

Without giving Yang He any chance to react, a dull noise was heard.

The walls on the ground turned into flesh and blood for no reason, the corals turned into abscesses, the night pearls grew pupils, and all kinds of gems became exposed internal organs.

Even the sea water could not cover up the pungent stench of the East China Sea Dragon King’s corpse.

The aura is not comparable to that of a ghost, it is creepy.

"Son."

"You are finally back, father..."

“So happy!!!”

(End of this chapter)