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Chapter 471 The Ghost of Zhurong! (Please Subscribe)

As they went deeper, the towering shadows gradually became clearer.

Wooden pavilions and terraces came into Musheng's view.

The sandstorm that had blanketed the land disappeared, and the bright sunshine of day turned into a dark night devoid of starlight.

In the distance, faint lights flickered among the buildings, suggesting that people were still living inside.

"Architectural style of the Qin and Han dynasties".

Although only some of the buildings were illuminated by light, Mu Sheng was able to immediately recognize which era these buildings belonged to.

After bestowing a divine position upon Yang Jian, Mu Sheng gained the supernatural ability of the Ghost Eye.

Even in complete darkness, Mu Sheng could clearly see every blade of grass and every tree in his surroundings.

"Looks like this is an old ghost!"

The terracotta warrior-shaped ghost servant, coupled with the Qin and Han dynasty style of the region, led Mu Sheng to roughly guess the origin of the ghost in Da'an City.

"How could a ghost that has been suppressed for nearly two thousand years suddenly come back to life?"

At the same time, Mu Sheng also had some doubts.

The reason he believed that the ghost had been suppressed for two thousand years was mainly because of this group of buildings from the Qin and Han dynasties.

As more and more vengeful ghosts were imprisoned in the Golden Ghost Prison, Mu Sheng gained a deeper understanding of ghosts as a kind of idealistic existence.

The reason for the birth of the first ghost is now impossible to ascertain.

However, Mu Sheng guessed that it was most likely due to the spread of some terrifying ghost.

Perhaps it was the ancients' imagination about some unknown dangers, or perhaps it was simply to scare disobedient children.

However, due to the unique nature of this world, these illusory ghosts and monsters have become real.

Because of the immortality of ghosts, as time went by, there were more and more ghosts in the world, eventually leading to a despairing supernatural era.

Vengeful spirits dominate the mortal realm, turning the living into food for the dead!
In different eras, the form and supernatural abilities of ghosts have also been influenced by the environment.

Take, for example, the now universally recognized S-level paranormal phenomenon – a missed call.

This ghost either originated in modern times, or it is a ghost whose propagation patterns were altered by environmental influences.

For example, in recent years, the ghosts in paranormal events have mostly taken on distinct Republican-era forms.

Therefore, after seeing this authentic Qin and Han dynasty architectural complex, Mu Sheng made this judgment.

"Is it a city from the Qin or Han dynasties?"

Mu Sheng flew into the sky on golden light, and what he saw was a cluster of buildings with crisscrossing paths.

"Same as always, let's plow the land first!"

In the pitch-black night sky, countless golden rays of light emanated from Mu Sheng's body.

As time went on, the golden light grew stronger and stronger.

Shortly after.

A golden sun hung high in the sky above the ancient city.

Under the golden rays of the sun, the ancient city transitioned from night to day, and everything in the city was clearly visible to Mu Sheng.

The buildings are either low, dilapidated houses or courtyards with attics.

Soon, Mu Sheng saw a building.

A building that was steaming with heat, and the surrounding air was distorted.

【Construction Workshop】

"This is it!"

With a thought, Mu Sheng extinguished the great sun in the sky.

The next second, Mu Sheng appeared at the entrance of the construction workshop.

A carriage drove up from the street behind them, and a cold gaze fell on Mu Sheng.

"Ta-ta! Ta-ta!"

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the construction workshop, and a man dressed in Qin-style clothing came to Mu Sheng's side.

Mu Sheng made no move, intending to see what the ghost was up to.

The man in Qin clothing took out an iron ruler and tapped Mu Sheng's body a few times.

The moment the iron ruler touched his body, a cold, eerie power invaded Mu Sheng's body.

Mu Sheng offered no resistance, even deliberately suppressing the instincts of his ghostly body, allowing this supernatural power to rage within him.

Soon, Mu Sheng realized that a force was controlling his body.

"Grade A raw materials, put them into furnace number one!"

The man in Qin clothing stopped banging, and Mu Sheng's body moved uncontrollably onto the carriage.

The carriage continued forward, passing through the gate and entering the depths of the construction workshop.

Once inside the carriage, Mu Sheng discovered that the seemingly narrow and narrow carriage actually contained over a hundred seats.

One by one, Qin people dressed in their official robes sat upright inside the carriage.

Mu Sheng found an empty seat near the door and sat down next to a boy who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Like everyone else in the carriage, the boy sat motionless in his seat, staring blankly ahead.

Mu Sheng curiously pinched the boy's arm; it was very resilient and still had a trace of warmth.

"Huh! This feel is almost indistinguishable from a living person, except that the body temperature is a bit low."

"Was it someone who died in a supernatural event during the Qin Dynasty?" Mu Sheng asked curiously.

As he curiously examined the boy's body, he suddenly noticed a tear rolling down the boy's cheek.

"Is it a living person?"

Mu Sheng was startled. He stood up, walked to the young Qin Ren, and stared intently into his eyes, trying to discern something from them.

Unfortunately, apart from that single tear, Mu Sheng saw no glimmer of light in the boy's eyes.

They also couldn't detect any signs of life in the boy's body.

“Not a living person.” Mu Sheng shook his head: “It seems to be just a trace of instinct remaining in the body.”

Mu Sheng then checked the other passengers in the carriage.

Excluding the teenagers, there were a total of 103 people, all of whom were young or middle-aged men.

These people did not react at all to Mu Sheng's touch, or even his knocking and hammering, just like living dead.

"Why are they all men?"

Mu Sheng frowned, somewhat displeased, and said, "Family members, the sky has fallen! Even the Qin Dynasty has started to discriminate against women. Is there no justice left? Is there no law left?"

"It's too low!"

An indignant Mu Sheng returned to his seat and began to study the boy beside him again.

Everyone else is unresponsive, so why are you the only one crying?
Mu Sheng stared at the boy for a while, then pulled out a blood-stained newspaper and smeared it on the boy's face.

The blood-stained newspaper quickly tightened, sticking tightly to the boy's body.

Under the supernatural power of the newspaper ghost, a fragmented memory was extracted.

Labor, war, death, and a young girl named Zijun.

These memories are fragmented, like a piece of porcelain that has been broken countless times and can no longer be pieced back together to its original form.

The most numerous memory is of Ziju, but only her name remains.

"love?"

Mu Sheng clicked his tongue, a sound that seemed both mocking and admiring.

The more experiences a person has, the less they will believe in love!

Once you peel away that false, sweet exterior, you'll see the ugly, naked exchange of interests inside.

This benefit is not necessarily material; it could be an emotional need, or even just a simple animal instinct.

Although he doesn't believe in love, Mu Sheng still extends his highest blessings to those who do.

"To be able to persist for two thousand years, young man, you're quite the tough guy!" Mu Sheng patted the boy on the shoulder, then sat quietly in the carriage, waiting for the next step.

Before long, the carriage stopped in front of a workshop.

The Qin people inside the carriage suddenly stood up and walked out of the carriage one by one.

Mu Sheng mingled in the crowd and followed the boy into the workshop.

"Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!"

A series of rhythmic clanging sounds reached Mu Sheng's ears.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Mu Sheng saw many burly men with bare upper bodies mechanically repeating a pounding motion.

In front of these burly men were rows of iron models.

Strangely, even though these burly men had nothing in their hands, the air was filled with the clanging sound of metal clashing.

"What do you mean, the Emperor's hammer?"

Mu Sheng continued to observe the surrounding environment. After the burly man who was forging in the void finished, the mold was transported to the furnaces.

The mold contains a human-shaped indentation, which appears to have been used to cast terracotta warriors.

"No, is that right?"

"The Terracotta Army shouldn't have been made like this, right?"

Mu Sheng looked ahead at the front of the procession, where one Qin man after another entered the mold. Then, someone used an iron hook to pull the boiler and poured a large amount of red-hot magma into the pouring port.

"Zizzizi~"

The rich aroma of roasted meat instantly filled the air.

The mold filled with magma was pulled into a cooling pool. Mu Sheng peered into the pool and saw that the blood inside had turned black.

"Stab~"

As the blood vapor evaporated, the mold quickly cooled down.

The cooled mold was pulled out again, and a skilled craftsman pried it open, removed the terracotta warriors inside, and then sent the mold to a blacksmith for repair.

The entire production line was set up in a very professional manner.

"So, all those terracotta warriors I killed came from here?"

Mu Sheng blinked. He had just destroyed more than ten million ghost servants on it. At this rate, it would probably take decades to build more.

"But since this is the Ghost Realm, there's no problem."

The deeper levels of the ghost realm possess the ability to restart time.

Besides, ghosts don't follow logic, so you can't judge them using the thinking of living people.

The procession continued forward, and soon it was Musheng's turn.

Looking at the humanoid mold in front of him, Mu Sheng did not hesitate for long before stepping inside and lying down.

"boom!"

The lid of the mold was closed, and Mu Sheng's eyes immediately went completely black.

At the same time, Mu Sheng felt something tearing at his body.

It's a mold!
The mold was twisting his body, transforming him into the shape of a terracotta warrior.

Despite suppressing his demonic body's instincts, Mu Sheng allowed the mold to twist his body.

Soon, a terracotta warrior was completed.

Unlike the ghost terracotta warrior that Mu Sheng killed in Da'an City, the armor and weapons of this terracotta warrior were made from Mu Sheng's skin and bones.

"Next comes pouring the concrete."

Mu Sheng rolled one of his eyeballs upwards, the pupil completely inside his skull, allowing him to see the situation above his head through his brain.

The red-hot boiler was pulled to the side by an iron hook, and a stream of scalding magma poured down, flowing into the mold through the pouring hole.

"Chichi~"

The lava quickly burned away the flesh and blood, and the cooled clay completely filled the mold, transforming it into a terracotta warrior.

A moment later, the mold that had cooled in the blood pool was opened.

Mu Sheng stepped out from there.

"Pfft~"

A plume of black smoke billowed from Mu Sheng's mouth and nose, carrying the smell of roasted heart, liver, and kidneys.

"It feels so good, it warms my heart!"

Mu Sheng touched his heart, feeling this special warmth.

Then his body trembled!
With a series of cracking sounds, the terracotta armor and halberd on his body turned into a pile of fragments and fell off.

After a few breaths, Mu Sheng returned to normal.

His actions seemed to have triggered something, and everyone in the workshop stopped.

They all turned to look at Mu Sheng.

The boiler in the raging flames began to boil, and streams of magma flowed to the ground, converging into a river of fire that surged toward Musheng.

"Did you spot me?"

Mu Sheng smiled slightly, a slight upturn to his lips: "I've noticed you too!"

Before the ghosts in the workshop could rush forward, Mu Sheng leaped into a boiler.

The scalding magma, carrying temperatures of thousands of degrees and supernatural power, eroded into Mu Sheng's body.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be reduced to nothing but bones in an instant.

Even a ghost tamer who has mastered supernatural powers would probably not last long without a powerful ghost or a ghost domain to protect them.

However, for Mu Sheng, who possessed the body of a ghost, this injury was like giving him a massage.

After leaping into the boiler, Mu Sheng's body sank rapidly, swimming towards the depths of the magma.

The boiler, which appears to be only three meters tall from the outside, has sunk hundreds of meters without reaching the bottom.

"Where is it?"

Golden light burst forth from Mu Sheng's body, probing deeper into the magma.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Sheng finally detected a strong supernatural fluctuation.

"found it!"

Mu Sheng suddenly turned his head to look in the direction from which the fluctuations came.

With a powerful stomp, the golden ghost realm transformed into a divine weapon, cleaving through the thick magma and shooting forward.

Along the way, the lava automatically parted to both sides, as if breaking through a narrow passage in a sea of ​​lava.

A few minutes later, a fiery creature tens of meters tall appeared before Mu Sheng.

The creature had the face of an animal and the body of a human, stood on two giant lava dragons, and held a flaming scepter.

"Zhurong. Ghost?"

Mu Sheng stared in astonishment at the fiery creature before him. If it weren't for the clear fluctuations of rules within its body, he would have almost thought he had wandered into the wrong movie set.

"Is Zhurong from mythology actually a ghost?"

"That makes sense, after all, this is a world with extraordinary powers, so the legendary gods and immortals might not be made up!"

"But if Zhurong is a ghost, or a ghost tamer, then what about the other ancestral witches? The celestial gods and immortals of the Heavenly Court, the Yama King of the Underworld, or even the Three Pure Ones?"

Mu Sheng was startled to realize that he seemed to have discovered a great secret.

"Not necessarily, maybe it's just a coincidence that they look similar!" Mu Sheng thought of another possibility.

His arrival disturbed the Zhu Rong ghost, which was sleeping in the magma, and the latter slowly opened its eyes.

The surrounding temperature instantly rose by thousands of degrees.

This is not ordinary super-high temperature, but terrifying magma containing supernatural power.

Mu Sheng's ghostly body began to melt.

(End of this chapter)