Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 189 Chaos. (Second Update!)

Thinking of this, Zheng Que immediately said, "Let's go downstairs first..."

The words had barely left his mouth when he realized something. Ku Lan had skipped out on the bill at the Forget-Worry Inn. If the innkeeper saw him taking Ku Lan down there and demanded that he pay back the debt owed by the Ghost Bride, what would he do?
So Zheng Que reopened the Soul Nourishing Bag, put the withered orchid inside, and released Qing Li.

A woman dressed in white with black hair appeared in the corridor. She glanced around casually and then asked arrogantly, "Human brat, what kind of lousy place is this?"

Hearing Qingli's ignorant words, Zheng Que could only explain, "This is the Forget-Worry Inn, a 'strange' place."

"You must protect me well!"

With that, he turned around and walked downstairs.

Qingli snorted coldly and quickly followed.

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The Forget-Worry Inn, in the courtyard.

Beside the four carriages marked "Geng", "Xin", "Ren", and "Gui", six cultivators gathered together, absentmindedly guarding the vehicles while occasionally glancing towards the inn's entrance.

After Miao Xirong and Zuo Baozhi entered the inn, they began to wait patiently.

However, just like before, they waited for a long time, but no one came out from inside, and they couldn't hear any sound.

As the sun began to set, anxiety appeared on the faces of all six men.

Soon, the tall, thin cultivator couldn't help but speak up: "Fellow Daoist Miao and Fellow Daoist Zuo must have met with some trouble!"

The female cultivator, dressed in a gold-flecked peach blossom dress, said with an equally grim expression, "Deaths are common in this Forget-Worry Inn."

"But now that both groups of people went in, none of them came out, which is very strange."

"Could it be that once you enter the inn, you can't leave until the appointed time?"

Upon hearing this, a male cultivator who had remained silent until now, dressed in a dark blue robe and wearing a black wide-sleeved outer garment, immediately shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "Impossible!"

“Among our group, at least two people have been to the Forget-Worry Inn and know its rules.”

"If they can't get out of the inn once they've entered, then the two of them will definitely reveal this important information."

"The current situation is most likely due to some accident inside. Those who went in are either too afraid to come out, or they are all dead!"

Linghu Yuniang's eyes flashed, and she said in a deep voice, "No matter how much we discuss now, it's all just speculation."

"To find out what exactly happened inside, we need to go into the inn first."

"Now, we can only keep sending people in!"

Upon hearing this, the others hesitated for a moment, but quickly agreed.

In this situation, if we continue to wait like this, it's no different from waiting to die!
Entering the inn was dangerous, but at least there was still a glimmer of hope.

After discussion, the six selected two more cultivators.

The two cultivators were Cen Jintao, the female cultivator in the "Xin" chariot, who was wearing a dress embroidered with gold-flecked peach blossoms; and Bian Jiashu, the cultivator in the "Ren" chariot.

Both of them were at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

With the candidates chosen, the two walked towards the inn's entrance under the watchful eyes of everyone.

click, click, click...

Under the clear blue sky, though only a stone's throw away, Cen Jintao and Bian Jiashu felt an invisible pressure descend upon them, and they took each step with extreme caution.

Soon, they arrived at the inn's gate, hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and went inside.

boom!
The door quickly closed on its own, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

The four had no interest in talking; they held their breath and waited patiently. After a long time, there was still no movement from inside the inn.

Of the sixteen cultivators who went in, none of them came out.

The four men's expressions immediately turned extremely grim. Shi En, the man in the "Gui" carriage, who was also the one wearing a dark blue robe and a black outer garment, could no longer contain himself and said with a dark expression, "Now, what do we do?"

"There are only four of us left. Should we go in together and give it our all?"

"Or are we just going to wait here to die?"

Bi Qinfang, in the "Ren" shaped carriage, shook her head and said in a low voice, "If we go in together, the tax collection will definitely be in trouble, and then we'll all be doomed."

"Staying here won't change anything."

"Right now, we can only send two people in. This way, we'll have one more chance!"

Linghu Yuniang, in the "Geng" carriage, nodded and said, "Fellow Daoist Bi is absolutely right. The first group of twelve people to enter the inn will definitely choose to stay there."

"Fellow Daoist Miao and Fellow Daoist Zuo, who entered in the second batch, should have chosen to eat at the restaurant."

"Fellow Daoists Cen and Bian who just went in may have chosen to stay at the inn or have a meal."

"Now, let's send two more people in."

"This time, of those who went in, one chose to stay at a hotel, and the other chose to have a meal!"

"So, if something happens to one of them, the other can immediately escape, how about that?"

The other three fell silent upon hearing this.

After a moment, Tian Zixin, the driver of the "Xin" car, said in a deep voice, "This plan is good."

"However, at least one of the next two people to go in will have an accident."

"Who would be willing to take the risk?"

Upon hearing this, Linghu Yuniang immediately sneered and quickly replied, "I proposed the plan, so of course I have to go in."

"As for the third person, how about the three of you decide?"

Upon hearing this, Shi En, the driver of the "Gui" car, immediately nodded and said, "I'll take the other one."

Once the choice was made, Linghu Yuniang and Shi En did not hesitate and immediately set off towards the inn's entrance.

Both of them were at the sixth level of Qi Refining, which was higher than the cultivation levels of Miao Xirong and the others who had entered earlier.

Soon, they arrived at the door, pushed it open, and went inside.

The lobby of the inn was quite lively at the moment.

Miao Xirong, who has five or six eyes and three mouths, and Zuo Baozhi, who has seven or eight arms and legs, sat facing each other in a private booth by the window, feasting on a table full of cups and plates. They ate so much that they didn't even bother to lift their heads. Their bellies were clearly full like those of pregnant women, but they seemed not to feel it and continued to eat, fighting over food.

Meanwhile, Cen Jintao and Bian Jiashu, who had entered in the previous wave, were sitting in the next private room. The two of them were surrounded by a swirling aura of yin energy, as if shrouded in a black veil. On the table was a half-eaten old hen soup. Their bodies had also undergone abnormalities, but not as severe as Miao Xirong and Zuo Baozhi's. Only some of their limbs had shown strange changes.

"Awooo... Awooo... Awooo!!"

A sharp squeal from a pig attracted the attention of Linghu Yuniang and Shi En. They saw a burly man with his head wrapped in black cloth, holding a sharp blade, standing next to Cen Jintao and Bian Jiashu. He was holding down a fat pig and stabbing it with the blade. Pig blood spurted out, and a strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air.

The burly man worked tirelessly, the tip of his knife inserted into the pig's neck. He deftly spun it around and quickly cut off the entire pig's head. He then began to dissect the pig's carcass. The sound of the sharp blade scraping against the bone echoed intermittently in the hall, extremely clear, accompanied by the sounds of chopping meat and bones.

"Sir, would you like a meal or a room at the inn?"

A sweet, smiling voice came from above.

Linghu Yuniang and Shi En looked in the direction of the sound and discovered that behind the waist-high counter, the proprietress stood there with her charming figure, her neck stretched out to the air, and she was being held tightly by a rope from the beam.

The other end of the rope was held in the hand of a familiar-looking woman.

"Say!"

"Where is the master?!"

(End of this chapter)