Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 41: Evil. (First update!)

The night was cold and the town seemed to be pulled into the depths of darkness. The sticky yin energy turned into black fog, floating eerily all over the sky.

Boom!
With a muffled sound, Zheng Que's figure was as fast as lightning, flying through the air and landing heavily on the street corner, instantly creating a large distance between him and the ghost chasing him.

He took a deep breath, not daring to be careless at all. He quickly sensed the ghosts around him and immediately fled towards the southwest.

The town was now completely devoid of the usual silence after nightfall and was now extremely noisy, with ghosts roaring, furniture overturned, and houses collapsing everywhere... but not a single human voice.

Relying on Yin Zhi's perception of ghosts, Zheng Que moved around the town like flying and advanced quickly. Finally, he escaped to the town entrance despite the heavy obstruction of ghosts.

The stone tablet engraved with the three big characters "Changfu Town" is close at hand, and the dead tree covered with cinnabar talismans is already in sight.

Zheng Que quickened his pace and rushed out of the town with all his strength.

The town's ban has completely failed, and I am probably the only living person left in the town.

The disaster at this moment is not aimed at him alone, but the entire town!

As long as he escapes from the town, he will have a chance to survive...

His mind raced, and just as he was about to step over the stone tablet engraved with the town's name, his whole body suddenly froze!
A tremendous sense of fear came roaring over him, instantly overwhelming his mind.

It seemed as if some extremely terrifying existence was staring at him in the dark!
This feeling is exactly the same as when Trinelle touched me that day!
clack clack...

Zheng Que suddenly felt that he had lost control of his body. Like a puppet, he stood stiffly on the spot, his head mechanically tilted upwards little by little.

The night was dark overhead, with black clouds covering the sky and obscuring the crescent moon.

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, like a vast ocean, a huge bony hand gradually emerged. It was so huge and majestic that it covered the entire town.

This bone hand is pale all over, and every bone joint is clean, without any flesh and blood. It looks like a human hand, but has seven fingers. At this moment, the three fingers in the middle are slightly pressed down, and the four fingers on both sides are raised, as if picking a flower.

Each finger is connected with dense black silk threads, which are like a frozen black rainstorm, covering the entire Changfu Town.

One of the threads connected perfectly to the shadow beneath his feet...

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The night was gloomy, the trees near and far looked like ghosts, and the wind was cold and biting.

On an unnamed hillside dozens of miles away from Changfu Town, all the movements unique to the wilderness at night seemed to have stopped at this moment, and disappeared without a trace with the hillside as the center.

In the silence so quiet that you could hear a pinhole, two tall figures stood there.

The person on the left is a young scholar with a fair complexion, a straight nose and a square mouth. He has a refined and elegant look between his brows, and seems to be a scholar from a family of poetry and literature. He wears a free-spirited scarf on his head, a stone-blue round-necked shirt, a brocade belt around his waist, and a jade pendant with the texture of the Nine-Child Ghost Mother tied around his waist. He holds a folding fan in his hand, and when he opens and closes it, several shadows seem to appear and disappear, emitting a ghostly aura.

On the right is a woman, wearing a primrose-colored palace dress with gold embroidery, a garland of flowers on her head, a slender waist like a willow, emerald pendants and dragging shoes, standing with her sleeves gathered, she is dignified and elegant, and even the most stringent etiquette cannot find any flaw in her.

The pale moonlight shone on the intricate flower crown, its numerous ornaments reflecting tiny specks of precious light. In the center, a nine-headed golden snake appeared vividly alive, its crimson eyes like fresh blood. Its mouth held nine tassels of multicolored beads, which dangled and obscured its face. Only a hint of crimson could be seen between its pale skin, through the shimmering gaps between the pearls and jade.

In the dark night, the touch of bright red lips did not evoke the slightest charm. She looked like a meticulously carved doll, beautiful, yet lifeless. Her whole body was cold and weird, and her elegance was tinged with a trace of evil.

The two stood a few steps apart, quietly looking at Changfu Town in the distance.

The entire town was now shrouded in a thick yin energy, and the black fog obscured the view, making it impossible for ordinary people to see what was happening inside.

But these two people were watching very seriously, as if their vision was not restricted at all.

At this moment, the young scholar suddenly spoke in a mellow, gentle voice, "'Evil', [Evil Shadow Play]!" "Master sent both of us here to observe this kid this time. He must be very optimistic about him."

"But unfortunately, he encountered this kind of 'evil' in the Qi training stage. This kid is not very lucky."

"He's just a little bit away from becoming our junior apprentice."

The delicate female cultivator, as exquisite as a doll, stood silently, the beaded curtain covering her face motionless. Her voice was devoid of any emotion or ripples: "A slight error can lead to a huge mistake."

"Seven days ago, this [Evil Shadow Play] should have swallowed up this town."

"Master has stayed in this town for an extra forty-nine hours, delaying its destruction by another forty-nine hours."

"Furthermore, this [Evil Shadow Play] was also cautious. Even though the master had already left, they deliberately waited for another three days before taking action."

Having said this, the female cultivator paused before continuing, "No matter how much Master thinks highly of him, it's meaningless now."

"He had two options."

"One is the way to survive that Master left for him. Master only taught him one technique a day, but one day, he made an exception and taught him two techniques."

"If he had realized this earlier and always used the [Gathering Yin Technique] to cover his shadow when traveling during the day, he wouldn't have been ambushed by the 'shadow' of the [Evil Shadow Play]."

"The other was his own way out. After being ambushed by the 'Shadow of the Play' from the Evil Shadow Play, he didn't lose his shadow immediately because his spirit was stable."

"At this time, the most correct thing to do is to charge directly into the mayor's house and seize that rare treasure."

"Then kill all the living people in the town first!"

"With that heavenly treasure suppressing his spirit at the critical moment, he was able to force his way out of the town even if he had been touched by the 'Shadow of Play'."

"And the Evil Shadow Play doesn't have enough 'play shadows'. As soon as he leaves the town, the Evil Shadow Play won't be able to find him."

"It's a pity that he spent the last two days practicing..."

The young scholar waved his folding fan and said with a casual smile, "His time is too short. Only forty-nine hours, not forty-nine days."

"Master hasn't had time to teach me a lot of common sense yet."

"But this is his fate."

"If Master had never come to this town, he would be like those mortals now, without even the qualifications to struggle."

Before he finished speaking, he folded his folding fan with a snap and concluded calmly, "There's no need to waste time."

"He has been targeted by the [Evil Shadow Play] and will soon be dragged into the ghost play."

"Even a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage will get lost in the ghost show and become one of the many 'shadows of the show'."

"You can go back and report to Master now."

The female cultivator, who was as delicate as a doll, nodded slightly and said nothing more.

The next moment, the figures of the two people quickly faded in the night, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace, just like traces washed away by rain.

(End of this chapter)