The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 464 Shepherd - Golden Finger - Victory (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Twenty minutes later, the paranormal bus started moving again.

"Clap!"

The lights inside the carriage came on.

"呲~"

The front and rear doors open automatically.

"Boom~"

The engine starts, the drive shaft begins to rotate, and the vehicle slowly moves forward.

Is it about to depart right after starting?

Without hesitation, Mu Sheng produced a palm-sized golden statue in his hand and flicked it out with a flick of his wrist.

"boom!"

The golden statue precisely hit the gap below the driver's seat back and squeezed in.

Get it!

Mu Sheng clapped his hands and a smile appeared on his face.

Even after all these years, his throwing skills are still so accurate!

The next second, the bus door slammed shut, and the eerie bus drove off into the unknown.

"Is this blood-red desert really that dangerous?" Yang Jian was immediately alarmed.

After observing for three days, he discovered that the length of time the paranormal bus stopped at each station was related to the level of danger at that station.

The more dangerous and haunted the place, the shorter the haunted bus stops.

Now, the entire process from restarting the paranormal bus to departing takes only a few seconds.

This shows how terrifying this blood-red desert is!
Yang Jian squatted down, grabbed a handful of sand, and immediately a red corrosive mark appeared on his palm.

"Is that all?"

Yang Jian was somewhat puzzled, as this level of supernatural damage would almost certainly be fatal for an ordinary person.

However, for those who control ghosts, although it is troublesome, it is far from being so troublesome that even the ghost bus would not want to stay there for long.

'Could it be because the engine stalled for too long this time?'

Yang Jian threw the sand out of his hand and pondered as he watched the eerie bus disappear into the distance.

"Playing in the sand?"

Mu Sheng wiped his mouth, withdrew his lingering gaze from the haunted bus, and turned around to see Yang Jian in the dust.

Huh? It even rhymes a little!
Yang Jian glanced at Mu Sheng speechlessly. "Playing in the sand in a place like this? Am I crazy?"
"Didn't you notice anything unusual about this place?"

Yang Jian felt that Mu Sheng's strength might have made him aware of something.

"An abnormal place?" Mu Sheng asked in confusion, "Everything here is abnormal! If there were any normal places in a supernatural place, that would be truly unbelievable!"

Um, what you said makes a lot of sense!
Yang Jian was speechless, and then told Mu Sheng about his discovery.

After hearing Yang Jian's words, Mu Sheng became serious: "You must be overthinking it. Isn't this just an ordinary desert of corpses?"

"A desert of corpses?"

“That’s right! Didn’t you notice? All this sand is made from ground human bones,” Mu Sheng said with certainty.

The third level of the Golden Ghost Prison is the Forest of Bones, so Mu Sheng is particularly familiar with the supernatural aura of bones.

As soon as he entered, Mu Sheng discovered that this boundless blood-red desert was entirely made from the blood and bones of living people.

"Hi~!"

Yang Jian was startled, and the hairs on the back of his head suddenly stood on end: "This blood sand is made from ground human bones? How is that possible?"

"How many corpses would it take to fill such a vast desert?"

How many bones does an average person have? To cover such a desert, the number would probably be in the tens or hundreds of billions.

"I don't know!" Mu Sheng said nonchalantly, "It must cost tens of thousands!"

"Tens of thousands? Are you kidding me?"

Yang Jian was completely speechless: "The volume of a normal adult is only 0.07 cubic meters, and the bones alone make up even less."

"Based on this estimate, at least 30 human skeletons would be needed to fill one cubic meter of blood sand!"

"From the moment we enter this desert, the ghost bus takes about 15 minutes to travel, which means that the length of this desert in a certain direction is no less than 15 kilometers, or 15,000 meters."

"Excluding extreme geometric conditions, the area of ​​this desert is no less than 100 million square meters, and its volume is roughly estimated to be at least one billion cubic meters!"

"That is to say."

"That means at least 30 billion skeletons are buried here!" Mu Sheng was also surprised at this moment.

So many people were buried in this blood-red desert?
"3 billion is an underestimation," Yang Jian shook his head and said, "I suspect the remains here might be worth over 100 billion!"

"Mu Sheng, do you think this place might be a fragment of the underworld from ancient times, a place where the corpses of the dead lie, which is why there are so many skeletons?"

"What is this? Fragments of the Underworld?" Mu Sheng was a little confused. Did these things appear in the original story?
"What's wrong?" Seeing Mu Sheng's surprised look, Yang Jian asked with some doubt, "Aren't you the reincarnation of the ancient Yama King? You should know more about these things than I do!"

"Oh? Oh! You mean this!"

Mu Sheng suddenly realized that this was what he had told Yang Jian before, but he didn't expect that Yang Jian not only believed it, but also imagined a lot of things.

"Cough cough."

Mu Sheng cleared his throat, gathered his thoughts, and said, "I think you may have fallen into a misconception, which is to look at paranormal phenomena with a scientific perspective."

"If we calculate it strictly mathematically, then it would indeed require hundreds of billions of corpses."

"But if you take a supernatural perspective, the supernatural power of a single ghost could create such a blood-red desert."

Yang Jian was speechless. Mu Sheng's point of view was indeed reasonable, and even more reliable.

"So, this isn't some fragment of the underworld that was destroyed after the ancient war?"

“Absolutely not!” Mu Sheng shook his head firmly.

"I see! That's a pity." Yang Jian said with some disappointment, "I thought you could take this opportunity to seize this fragment and regain your former power!"

Good grief! An ancient war has even started!
Mu Sheng muttered to himself, "What kind of things is Yang Jian imagining?"

"Well, it's getting late, let's leave here first!"

Mu Sheng didn't want to dwell on this topic any longer. With a wave of his hand, a golden Bagua mirror fell to the ground.

Then a golden light appeared, carrying Mu Sheng and Yang Jian's bodies, and transformed into a rainbow light that entered the mirror.

After the two disappeared, the Crimson Desert returned to silence.

"Shasha~"

A faint scraping sound echoed in the desert.

The golden Bagua mirror left behind by Mu Sheng in the desert sank beneath the sands as the blood-red sands flowed, sinking into the bottomless depths.

Ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters
After an unknown amount of time, the desert below suddenly cleared up, revealing a dark and gloomy underground space.

"Crack~!"

The golden Bagua mirror fell to the bottom of the space with a soft sound.

The sudden sound, like a pebble falling into a lake, shattered the tranquility of the underground space.

A faint blue spark lit up not far from the golden Bagua mirror.

The spark grew brighter and brighter, soon turning into a flickering flame that quickly spread into a line of fire. Upon closer inspection, however, it became clear that this was not a line of fire at all, but rather a chain burning with flames.

This is a chain made of dark iron, several meters in diameter, requiring seven or eight adult hands to hold it.

Looking along the fiery iron chain, a continuous mountain range appeared and disappeared in the blue flames.

The cyan flames quickly spread along the dark iron chains and burned up the emerging mountain range.

Flames exploded on the mountainside, then spread rapidly in a line of fire in eight other directions.

Looking down from above the underground space, one can see nine chains burning with blue flames, firmly locking a winding, undulating mountain range.

"Boom~"

"Roar~ Awooo~"

The ground suddenly began to shake, as if an earth dragon were turning over, and a deep, mournful roar came from the mountains.

It was as if a demon, suppressed in an endless abyss, was roaring out of the abyss.

"Moo~ Tomb~"

Wow~
The nine blue fire chains suddenly tightened, the tremors in the underground space quickly stopped, and the mountains became quiet again.

The blue flames gradually died down, and darkness once again enveloped the underground space.

This time, however, the flames on the chains did not completely die out.

Like nine dormant azure dragons, they slept quietly in the underground space.

Dachang City, a supernatural place in the underworld.

In the first level of the Golden Ghost Prison, Mu Sheng and Yang Jian suddenly appeared at the summit of the sacred mountain.

Outside the Yama King Temple, Mu Sheng pushed open the temple door and led Yang Jian inside.

Yang Jian followed behind, constantly looking back, astonished by the tremendous changes in the Golden Ghost Prison.

"It's only been a little over a month, right? Has it already grown this big?"

Yang Jian exclaimed in amazement, "As expected of the reincarnation of an ancient powerhouse, his strength recovers so quickly."

Looking at Mu Sheng leading the way, Yang Jian suddenly felt that this might be his most important cheat code.

No wonder he was nearly killed by the ghost eye at first, and then tormented himself to the point of ecstasy in order to control the headless ghost.

Turns out, I forgot to activate the cheat codes!
Look at the mess this has made! Yang Jian quickly took a few steps to catch up with his cheat system.

Mu Sheng: ? ? ?
"This is it!"

Mu Sheng stopped in front of his own statue, and with a thought, a life-sized golden statue slowly emerged from the ground.

Yang Jian looked at the face of the statue and found that it looked exactly like his own.

"This must be the divine position."

Yang Jian quickly realized that the golden statue in front of him was the divine position that Mu Sheng had mentioned.

"what should I do?"

"Just put your hand on it!"

Without further hesitation, Yang Jian stepped forward and placed his palm on the heart of the statue.

In an instant!
A powerful suction force emanated from the statue.

Yang Jian felt as if his flesh and bone marrow were being sucked away and drawn into the statue.

The statue, imbued with Yang Jian's blood and marrow, quickly changed, emanating the aura of a living person.

The hard, metallic texture has been transformed into the soft flesh and blood of a living person.

"What a strange feeling. Could this divine position be some kind of evil god position from Cthulhu?"

Yang Jian expressed serious doubts, saying that this style was even more sinister than that of ordinary vengeful ghosts.

Just then, Yang Jian suddenly felt his consciousness lighten, and his soul was drawn into the statue.

After the suppression of the living person's consciousness was removed, the ghost eye and headless ghost shadow within Yang Jian's body began to become active.

Six ghostly eyes opened one after another, their blood-red pupils darting restlessly, scanning every inch of the temple.

The headless ghostly figure reflected on the ground was also completely unsealed, and the shadow spread out on the ground, connecting with the shadow of the hundred-meter-tall statue.

"Shh!"

The moment it touched the shadow of the statue, the headless ghost seemed to be stimulated and immediately shrank back.

It obediently transformed into Yang Jian's shadow and remained motionless.

A streak of red light traveled across Yang Jian's skin, eventually stopping at his right cheek, where it cracked open.

The flesh and blood writhed in the crevice, and a blood-red eyeball was gradually taking shape.

Just before the seventh ghost eye was about to take shape, Yang Jian's eyes suddenly regained their brilliance.

Golden light emanated from Yang Jian's body, and the ghost eye, which was not yet fully formed, rapidly melted away under the golden light.

Then the other six blood-red ghost eyes closed one by one.

The headless ghostly figure beneath Yang Jian's feet shrank under the golden light, and the empty shadow at the head reappeared.

This is not a case of the headless ghost being completed, but rather a reversal of roles between host and guest.

The headless ghost could no longer occupy the position of Yang Jian's shadow, but instead became attached to it.

"Is this the power of divinity?"

As Yang Jian felt the changes in his body, the expressions on his face kept changing, from amazement to relief, joy, and regret.

Under the suppression of the divine position, the erosion of the body by the ghost eye and the headless ghost disappeared.

In other words, Yang Jian can now use the power of the Ghost Eye and the Headless Ghost Shadow without restriction, and no longer need to worry about the resurgence of vengeful ghosts.

'Truly worthy of the power of ancient ghosts and gods, transforming ghosts into gods! What's this talk of countless ghosts resurrecting and a chaotic world descending into turmoil? Under this divine power, even the most vengeful spirits will be suppressed!'

"How about it? Not a bad deal, right?"

Seeing that Yang Jian had successfully accepted the divine position, Mu Sheng smiled and stepped forward to ask.

"Not bad at all! I'm very satisfied!" Yang Jian nodded in approval.

The ghost eye on his arm opened and closed intermittently, and the red light of the ghost realm constantly changed shape in his hand.

I can't wait to find a place and experience the joy of unlimited firepower.

"Don't get too excited yet." Mu Sheng poured cold water on the situation at the right time, saying, "The headless ghost is one thing, but you'd better not activate the sixth level of the Ghost Realm with your Ghost Eye yet."

"The sixth layer of the Ghost Realm has already touched upon the power of time restarting, and the wonders of the Golden Ghost Prison are currently unable to suppress the power of restarting."

"Or you can wait until the Golden Ghost Prison has completely digested the Ghost Eye. Then you won't have to worry anymore, because you won't be able to open the sixth level of the Ghost Domain."

The amount of power required by the Golden Ghost Prison to digest vengeful spirits at different stages of their resurrection varies.

Take Yang Jian's Ghost Eye as an example. When he had only one Ghost Eye, Ghost Prison could quickly suppress and digest it. But after that, the Ghost Eye could only grow along with the Golden Ghost Prison.

Since the Golden Ghost Prison has not reached the power to restart, the Ghost Eye naturally cannot open the six layers of the Ghost Domain.

"I see!" Yang Jian patted Mu Sheng on the shoulder thoughtfully and said, "Then you'd better work hard. How can my strength increase if you don't work hard?"

"What?" Mu Sheng's eyes widened. "What do you mean? I've become a wage slave?"

(End of this chapter)