Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 352 Life Money

The rough, mottled stone house appears low and dilapidated when viewed from below the stone platform.

But once they actually climbed up to the platform, Ran Qing and Xiaomian were shocked to find that the stone house was much taller than they had imagined.

The stone house, devoid of any decoration, is at least ten meters tall, standing like a stone wall in front of us.

The gate of this stone house is also tall and magnificent.

It was this unusual proportion that led Ran Qing, who was watching from a distance, to have the wrong impression that the stone house was low.

But now, standing in front of the stone house, this tall and magnificent stone house makes him appear as small as an ant.

A gloomy stone house... or rather, a grand palace!
Such a vast and magnificent building can no longer be described as a dwelling.

It's more like a palace of gods.

Ran Qing stepped into the huge doorway and saw the inner walls of the stone house.

The interior walls are equally rough and mottled, but unlike the stark white exterior walls, the interior walls of this stone house are painted with many vivid and bizarre patterns.

Three-eyed giants, two-headed serpents coiled in the mountains, bizarre goats covered in eyeballs, and strange bodies composed of countless writhing heads... These eerie murals are enough to send chills down your spine if you just look at them for a couple of seconds.

Upon entering, Ran Qing felt a chill run through her body.

At this moment, he felt as if he had entered a terrifying lair inhabited by an evil lord, with strange and ancient evil lords all around him.

The murals were so vivid, as if an evil lord truly existed on the stone walls.

In the center of this terrifying stone house, a pale mist swirled, seemingly brewing something.

The fog was so thick that you couldn't see anything through it.

But apart from this misty area, the rest of the stone house was empty and gloomy.

The Ghost King's Coffin that Ran Qing and his group were looking for was clearly located within this thick fog.

Little Cotton huddled nervously at Ran Qing's feet, looking at him with concern.

This fog is exactly the same as the thick fog when I encountered the pale, ghostly figure before.

But... everything went too smoothly.

Along their journey, they not only safely traversed the entire ancient city of Guro, but even managed to climb safely to the final, eerie high platform.

As Ran Qing climbed onto the platform, she kept a careful and vigilant eye on the pale, ghostly figures floating in the air, afraid that if she passed by one of them, it might wake up and then all of them would be disturbed.

But even now, as he has entered this enormous stone palace and is within arm's reach of the legendary Ghost King's Coffin, the pale, ghostly figures suspended in the darkness have still not awakened.

Everything went so smoothly that Ran Qing even began to doubt whether she was dreaming.

The eerie and terrifying ancient kingdom of Luo was always the biggest psychological shadow weighing on his mind.

But this final journey was surprisingly easy?

Ran Qing stared at the white mist in front of her, hesitating.

But in the end, he took a deep breath and slowly approached the wisp of white mist.

Just like he told Xiaomianhua, we've come this far, we can't give up now.

A faint, pale mist, like the chilling air rising from an icebox, made Ran Qing feel a bone-chilling cold as she stepped inside, her skin feeling icy and stinging all over.

He took a few more steps forward, trying to reach the center of the fog and find the Ghost King's Coffin.

But as Ran Qing continued to move forward in the fog... he took more than twenty steps in the vast white fog, which should have been enough to cross the entire white fog.

But in front of Ran Qing, there was still a thick fog.

He saw nothing and encountered nothing.

This unusual situation made Ran Qing frown.

Little Cotton realized something was wrong and huddled nervously next to Ran Qing, looking around anxiously.

The two who had stopped stood silently in the thick fog, surrounded by utter stillness.

No sinister or terrifying evil creatures appeared in the fog.

Nothing terrible happened.

Ran Qing hesitated for a moment, then lifted his foot and continued forward, this time walking much more cautiously. One step, two steps, three steps…

He walked forward step by step through the thick fog.

I silently counted the steps in my mind, and before I knew it, I had reached three hundred.

Let alone getting through the thick fog, at this pace, we should have already traversed the entire stone palace.

Ran Qing began to wonder if she was trapped in a maze, stuck in the same place.

But when he took out the shriveled longan, crushed the shell, and threw it away, the longan's ability to ask for directions remained unaffected, and the rolling, black seed continued to roll forward.

Ran Qing lifted her foot and followed, walking several hundred steps more.

The long walk made Ran Qing feel uncomfortable and irritable.

But then, he finally saw something else appear in the thick fog.

A deathly pale face stood silently in the mist ahead.

The dead face had its eyes slightly closed, and blood was seeping from its eye slits, flowing down its face.

It looked like someone had gouged out his eyes; it was inexplicably terrifying.

Ran Qing's steps suddenly stopped.

To his astonishment, he saw that the dead face was actually embedded in a red door.

The ghastly dead face is positioned precisely on the central axis of the red gate.

It looks somewhat like the pull rings on the gates of ancient mansions.

Ran Qing was filled with doubt and surprise when the dead face on the red door suddenly opened its mouth and made a hoarse sound.

"...Money to buy my life! Money to buy my life!"

The dead man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a wail, sending chills down one's spine.

Ran Qing stared in astonishment at the dead face that was now screaming, utterly bewildered.

The white mist didn't actually contain the Ghost King's Coffin?

Moreover, when this thing saw them, it didn't attack; instead, it shouted something about buying their lives.

Ran Qing suddenly thought of something and took out a rusty ancient coin from her canvas bag.

Ran Qing always carried this sinister and eerie ancient coin with him.

As soon as the eerie ancient bronze coin was taken out, the dead face on the red door suddenly opened its mouth, and a thin, blood-red tongue shot out, instantly snatching the Ghost Luo Ancient Coin from Ran Qing's hand.

But its eyes remained closed, and the eerie red door remained unopened.

"Money to buy your life."

The deathly pale face was still shouting.

Ran Qing glanced down at the little cotton ball... Was one not enough?
Ran Qing then took out another ancient coin.

This time, the red door finally opened.

The pale, dead face stuck out its tongue, snatched the copper coin from Ran Qing's hand, and then split open in the middle.

The entire red door suddenly opened, and before Ran Qing could even step forward, the opened red door suddenly lunged at him.

Almost instantly, the open red door passed through him and Little Cotton.

The fog in the field of vision also quickly dissipated.

Ran Qing and Xiao Mianhua, standing there in a daze, realized that they were still standing inside that tall and magnificent stone hall.

But at this moment, the stone hall in sight underwent some change.

The eerie murals on the interior walls all closed their eyes, losing their sinister and menacing aura.

Outside the stone palace, the ghost kingdom was brightly lit and bustling with noise.

In a daze, Ran Qing felt as if she had entered a bustling market, and she could not feel the slightest bit of cold and deathly atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)