Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 42: Ghost Play. (Second update!)

Changfu Town, town entrance.

Beside the stone tablet engraved with the town's name, Zheng Que stood motionless with his head tilted back.

The huge bony hand obscured the entire town, but under the moonlight, the gloomy and pale bone color seemed to glow like flawless jade in the misty night fog. It was terrifying, weird, and evil, but it did not cast the slightest shadow on the ground.

This bony hand has no shadow!
Not only was there no shadow, it was suspended in mid-air, the surroundings were clean and the bone color was clear as a mirror. He could not see any trace of Yin energy in this bony hand.

This is not because this bone hand has no Yin energy, but the realm of this bone hand is too high, which has exceeded the limit of the range that his [Spiritual Eyes Technique] can detect!

He had only encountered this kind of situation with one person, and that was his master, Taoist Qu!
[Spiritual Eyes Technique] was also unable to see through his master's cultivation level.

This huge, strange bone hand is not a ghost from the realm of [Tongue-Pulling Prison]!

In an instant, Zheng Que understood why he hadn't seen anything unusual when using his [Spiritual Vision] to observe those shadowless people these days...

This giant bony hand is the culprit that stole everyone's shadow!
And those whose shadows were stolen became part of this giant bony hand!

Now, his shadow has also been targeted by this bony hand!
As he thought about this, Zheng Que's consciousness gradually began to blur...

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In the simple wing room, under the newly changed red tent, there was a quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

On a table not far away, a pair of crudely crafted dragon and phoenix candles were lit. The bright candlelight cast a layer of charming warm colors on the entire room.

Zheng Que opened his eyes, looked around, and looked confused. What place is this?
"Ms. sir..."

At this moment, a voice as thin as a mosquito sounded behind him.

Zheng Cheng immediately turned around and saw a figure in a half-worn skirt sitting on the edge of the bed. There was a bright red cloth covering her head. The wide cuffs revealed a pair of white hands, which were clasped nervously on her knees.

In the candlelight, the figure was a little blurry.

Zheng Que stared at the other person for a while, and suddenly remembered something...

This is Sun Cuier, the wife that my mother finally found for me.

Am I... Zhao Lao Er?

Zheng Que intuitively felt that something was wrong, but his mind was extremely rigid at the moment, and almost instinctively, he felt that he should do something.

So, Zheng Que walked to Sun Cui'er and lifted the red cloth covering her head, revealing a face that looked pretty and fresh. But when he looked closely, he could not see her face clearly.

At the same time, Sun Cui'er lowered her head, not daring to look at Zheng Que's face, and seemed very shy.

Zheng Que looked at Sun Cui'er, and suddenly a strong impulse surged in his heart. He immediately stepped forward and pushed Sun Cui'er onto the bed.

Sun Cui'er did not resist, but lay on the bed as soft as a boneless woman, seeming to be overwhelmed with shyness.

Zheng Que no longer hesitated and leaned down immediately. However, just as his body was about to come into further contact with Sun Cui'er, a cold breath seemed to pour down from over his head. The shadow of death suddenly descended, and every pore of his body seemed to be screaming with fear.

This is a warning of death!
It was the keen intuition given to him by the [Book of Life and Death]!
Zheng Que's originally dazed mind suddenly came to his senses.

wrong!

I am Zheng Que, not Zhao Laoer!

As his mind raced, he looked at Sun Cui'er again, and saw that other's beautiful but blurry face suddenly became clear, with pale cheeks, scarlet almond eyes, slender and graceful figure, and a purple-black bruise on her neck.

This is Qingli!

At this moment, there was no shyness on Qingli's face at all. She looked struggling and kept opening and closing her lips, mouthing "human child" to herself, but her body could not move at all and she could not make any sound.

Zheng Que's expression changed, knowing something was wrong. He immediately picked Qingli up from the bed and ran out the door. Bang!
Zheng Que kicked the door open. A cold wind blew outside, and leaves from the trees in the yard flew everywhere like a sudden rain, hitting the ground rapidly with a sound like a sudden rain.

Without hesitation, he rushed out of the hospital.

But just as Zheng Que rushed out of the courtyard, the scene around him changed again.

The low wall was covered with half-rotten straw, the ground was compacted, there were three low huts, and in the corner was an old well with railings. Cui Ni'er lowered her head, rolled up her sleeves, drew water from the well, and beat clothes with a mallet.

Ping Pong Pong...

Amid the monotonous pounding sounds, Zheng Que stood not far from the well, looked around, slightly dazed, and his consciousness became blurred again.

At this time, a familiar voice came from outside the door: "Cui Fugui, your daughter is grown up now, do you want to get married?"

Zheng Que turned around and saw a woman with gray hair and wearing a half-worn skirt standing at the door. She was holding a basket filled with some snacks, fruits and the like, and was staring at him without blinking.

This is Old Lady Zhao from the Zhao family. She came to propose marriage to the other party’s son, who is named Zhao Laoer.

I am Cui Fugui? ?
Zheng Que was puzzled. He glanced at Cui Ni'er who was washing clothes next to him and immediately replied, "No!"

"My Ni'er won't marry anyone!"

"Go away quickly and stop thinking about hitting on my Ni'er!"

Old Lady Zhao snorted coldly and angrily said, "You old thing! You'd better not leave your daughter alone, or I'll take her back!"

With that, she picked up the basket and turned to leave.

Zheng Que turned around and looked at Cui Ni'er, who was still busy washing clothes. Suddenly, the girl said, "Dad, please help me get another bucket of water."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que did not hesitate and immediately went to the well to fetch water.

"whee……"

"Drown you... drown you..."

The water at the bottom of the well was shimmering, and the sounds of children playing and fighting could be heard. The crisp voices of children caused an echo in the well. Zheng Que didn't find it unusual at all. He grabbed the bucket by the well, threw it in, and started to draw water.

Wow... Wow... Wow...

The wooden barrel filled with well water was quickly pulled up, and a little water stain was occasionally spilled due to the swaying. With Zheng Que's pull, the barrel quickly approached the wellhead.

The sunlight revealed the situation inside the wooden barrel. The barrel was bright red and was filled with blood.

Zheng Que still didn't feel anything was wrong, so he reached out to lift up the wooden barrel that had been pulled not far below the wellhead.

At this moment, the familiar feeling of having ice water poured down on my head came over me again.

Feeling the overwhelming breath of death, Zheng Que shuddered and woke up from his confusion again.

He quickly let go of his hand.

thump!
The barrel fell.

Zheng Que turned his head to look at Cui Ni'er beside him. She was dressed in white, with her long hair tied up high and a wooden hairpin inserted horizontally. She was pale and beautiful, with a slender figure. The purple and black bruises on her neck were shocking.

This is Qingli, not Cui Ni'er!

Qingli looked dazed, obviously not as clear-headed as before, and her hands were still mechanically rubbing the clothes.

Zheng Que's expression changed. Just as he was about to take Qingli away from here, the surrounding scene changed again...

(End of this chapter)