Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 590 A Perilous Situation Abounds. (Second Update!)

Zheng's Market.

The old man with the cane and the fierce, burly man led the way, bringing in a large group of independent cultivators.

Looking at the empty market before them, the group summoned their ghost servants and corpse puppets, and cautiously ventured deeper into the market.

click, click, click...

After walking cautiously for a while, the fierce and burly man suddenly stopped, frowned, looked around, and said in a deep voice, "Strange."

"We came in by following the scents of the Zhuo family and Qiu Chunzhi."

"But now, how come the auras of both groups have completely disappeared?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man with the cane beside him replied, "Perhaps this place is special, and our investigation methods are ineffective."

The burly man pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Indeed."

"This opportunity is related to the tomb of a high-level cultivator, and there must be arrangements left behind by the high-level cultivator."

"It's not surprising that they can block our detection."

"Moreover, since the great changes at Xue Tong Pass, our divine sense has been greatly limited, and we can't explore very far places."

The old man immediately added, "This place is only so big, and there's no blood mist to obstruct the view, so the visibility is clear."

"We have a large group of people on this trip. If we split up and search separately, I believe we will find clues soon."

Act separately?

The burly man frowned. The situation was unclear, and splitting up was extremely dangerous.

However, considering that both he and the other party were Core Formation stage cultivators, they would have enough strength to escape even if they encountered any accidents. As for the other rogue cultivators who were traveling with them, the reason they were brought along was precisely to scout ahead in the current situation.

Having made up his mind, the burly man immediately nodded and said, "In that case, let's split up and proceed..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man beside him, who had just reached the Core Formation stage, suddenly turned to look at him and said with a serious expression, "Fellow Daoist Chi, what's wrong with you?"

"What have you been muttering to yourself about since just now?"

Upon hearing this, the fierce and burly man was immediately taken aback. What was he talking to himself?

I've been talking to the other person the whole time!

Thinking of this, the fierce and burly man immediately turned his head to look around. He saw that in the empty market, apart from the old man who had reached the Core Formation stage, the other rogue cultivators were also looking at him with puzzled eyes.

Realizing something was wrong, the burly man immediately asked the old man, "You didn't speak to me just now?"

The old man quickly replied, "No! I didn't say anything."

The burly man's expression immediately changed. If the old man's companion hadn't spoken to him, then who had been talking to him the whole time?
Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly felt his gaze begin to rise, his body becoming increasingly ethereal, and gradually, his toes could no longer touch the ground, as if his whole body was about to float away.

The burly man suddenly realized that he hadn't suddenly grown taller, but that he had been suspended by something!

He immediately raised his hand to touch his neck, and his fingertips indeed touched a cold, rough hemp rope. The rope was wrapped with a dense yin energy, and the touch was icy cold.

The moment he touched the hemp rope, an overwhelming sense of suffocation surged over him.

The burly man's face immediately turned cold. The intensity of this Yin energy indicated it belonged to a [Scissors Prison] ghost. How dare a mere [Scissors Prison] attack him, a Core Formation cultivator!

He immediately tried to forcefully break the ghost rope that was suspending him, but when he exerted his strength, he suddenly realized that his strength had been greatly lost at some point. At this moment, his limbs and bones felt empty and weak all over. For a moment, he was unable to break free from the ghost rope that was suspending him.

That's the conversation from just now!

The voice that impersonated an old man who had just reached the Core Formation stage and spoke to him stole his power!
Just then, the burly man felt his legs sink, as if something had grabbed his feet and pulled his body down.

At the same time, the ghost rope hanging around his neck began to tighten upwards.

Two forces came at the same time, and his body was like a rope in a tug-of-war. Under the force of the opposing forces, it seemed as if his body would be torn apart.

At the same moment, upon seeing his companion in trouble, the old man, who had just reached the Core Formation stage, frowned and was about to make a move when a clear, cold laugh suddenly rang out.

"Hehe...hehehe..."

"he he he he he……"

The laughter was like a silver bell, sweet and crisp yet filled with an indescribable eeriness, seemingly coming from all directions, making it difficult to pinpoint its exact location for a moment.

Hearing the sudden laughter, the old man who had just reached the Core Formation stage was unaffected, but those rogue cultivators who were only at the Foundation Establishment stage soon had bloodshot eyes and were surrounded by murderous aura.

The next moment, a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator shouted and punched his companion beside him.

Not to be outdone, his companion drew a gleaming broadsword and slashed it down hard at the neck of his once inseparable brother.

bang bang bang...

Puff puff puff puff...

In an instant, these rogue cultivators, who had gathered here for profit, completely forgot their purpose in coming here and began to kill each other without any mercy.

Each person's face was contorted with malice and resentment, their bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent, as if they were mortal enemies. Even after being injured, they did not retreat but advanced, and even when crawling on the ground, they insisted on using their teeth and nails to hysterically target each other's vitals.

Clearly, they don't care about anything else right now; all they want to do is kill more people!

Accompanied by the sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh and the cracking of bones breaking from fists and feet, a pink mist quietly spread out, like peach blossoms in spring, carrying a sweet and enchanting quality, slowly enveloping the surroundings.

As the fog spread, figures dressed in black and wearing black umbrellas quietly emerged.

Those graceful and serene figures, like ladies in a traditional Chinese painting, stood out starkly from the bloody scene, yet abruptly not far away. A section of hair peeked out from under the umbrella, a bright red ribbon tied in a ruyi knot, its vibrant color dripping as if stained with blood when it hung low.

Seeing this unexpected turn of events, the old man's expression immediately turned serious. He understood that after entering this market, the auras of the Zhuo family members and Qiu Chunzhi disappeared. They probably did not enter the tomb of some high-level cultivator, but were killed by ghosts!
At this moment, the old man, who had just reached the Core Formation stage, heard the strong man's warning: "Old Xu, be careful!"

"We've fallen into a trap! There might be ghosts from the Iron Tree Prison here!"

The old man, who had just reached the Core Formation stage, snorted coldly and immediately replied, "I know! Fellow Daoist Chi, just take care of yourself for now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong and quickly turned to look at the strong man Jie Dan who was hanging beside him. He saw that the man's face was flushed, his mouth was tightly closed, the rope was almost completely cutting into his flesh, his hands and feet were struggling, his eyes were bulging and staring at him without blinking, but he couldn't say a word.

The old man, who had just reached the Core Formation stage, immediately realized that the reminder he had received earlier was not from the burly man who had also reached the Core Formation stage!

I got infected myself!

Before he could even finish the thought, he realized that his head, which he had turned away from, couldn't straighten back up at all, and was instead continuing to turn backward at a constant speed, defying all logic...

(End of this chapter)