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Chapter 220 The Calamity of Devouring the City at Lin Yuan Realm, The Dragon's Roar from the Dry Well Awaits Yang Yuan [Two Chapters Combined]

The man and his horse were certainly not some invincible wine god.

These two are essentially already part of Tang Hao.

Tang Hao and his group were hiding in the nearby mountains and forests. This short distance meant they were naturally within the control range of the system and the Nightmare Kingdom.

So, he was secretly spying on the screen the whole time.

Watching this man and his horse show off all the way, watching them get drunk.

Then, remotely, he cast a [Realizing Spell] into their consciousness.

Therefore, Feng Bohan and Ji Liang, let alone being drunk, are now more sober than if they had slept for a whole day and night.

The moment the strange noise occurred, they didn't freeze and stop moving.

On the contrary, the transformation was even smoother and faster than at the beginning.

Feng Bohan's figure swayed, and his body blurred as if it had lost its weight, turning into an almost transparent shadow.

Ji Liang, on the other hand, lightly treads on all four hooves without making a sound, and also enters the state of transformation between reality and illusion, like a wisp of crimson smoke.

"Bah... ahh..."

The strange noise continued, neither too close nor too far away.

"Eh..."

Ji Liang let out a low hiss, its gaze fixed on the outside, a hint of obvious wariness in its eyes.

Almost simultaneously, Feng Bohan also caught the discordant sound.

It was neither the murmur of the wind blowing through the cracks in the rocks, nor the howl of a wild beast.

Instead, it was a guttural, sticky, and dull gnawing sound that sent chills down your spine.

The faint sound of dripping liquid was also present.

They exchanged a glance—no words were needed, the mental link inherent in the contract had already connected them in the void.

Feng Bohan took a deep breath and silently drifted to the window, with the smoke formed by Ji Liang following closely behind.

The view of the backyard outside the window made Feng Bohan's heart tighten suddenly.

At the daytime banquet, the plump elder with the kind smile who kept toasting him was now kneeling beside a live sheep that was still twitching and not quite dead.

The pale moonlight clearly illuminated the entire process of him tearing open a sheep's breast with his bare hands.

Warm blood splattered on his contorted face.

He greedily stuffed the bloody entrails into his mouth, making satisfied yet strange chewing sounds.

Even more chilling was that the clan elder's once normal neck now had spiderweb-like black veins that stretched all the way down to his jaw.

His empty eyes were as if covered by a thick gray fog, devoid of any human emotion, only the most primal appetite remained.

"This... is this the night in Hufeng City?" Feng Bohan gasped, his stomach churning.

Jiliang silently pawed at his forelegs, his mane rippling like waves of blood.

It hissed urgently through the mental link, and that hiss was transformed into a meaning that Feng Bohan could understand through the contract.

"Something's not right! The entire city is permeated with the stench of blood, and the sources are dense." Ji Liang seemed to be sensing something.

Suddenly looking in one direction, another urgent screech rang out: "Over there, there are abnormal, foul fluctuations that are eroding a yang energy."

"That's the direction of the Holy Spring!" Feng Bohan's face instantly darkened, and he had no doubt about Xiao Ji's words.

Both Jiliang and Chenghuang are divine beasts that have an innate sensitivity to yang energy; otherwise, they would not have come to Hufeng City on their own initiative in ancient times.

He said solemnly, "The important matter is the priority. The whereabouts of Feng Mingyang and his sister are unknown, and the yang energy needed by the lord cannot be lost. We should not stay here any longer!"

The man and the horse were of one mind and understood that things had changed, and their original plan to negotiate based on their status was no longer feasible.

The most urgent task is to help our lord find out exactly what has happened to the Windcaller clan.

The two moved simultaneously, transforming into two fleeting shadows that were difficult to distinguish from reality.

Passing straight through the thick stone wall, as if traversing water, it blended into the deep night and quietly slipped towards the sacred spring.

Fengbo Han and Jiliang blended into the night, like two drops of water merging into a stream.

In their state of transformation between the virtual and the real, the city seemed to become a maze that could be traversed at will.

Stone walls, wooden buildings, and houses are no longer obstacles.

The internal structure before them appeared as a translucent network of flowing energy.

In this state, their aura is almost nonexistent, yet their senses are astonishingly sharp.

However, each journey increased the eeriness of what they saw and heard, and the sights they witnessed went far beyond the "gluttonous" elder.

A man and a horse pass by a twisted, dark room in a granary.

It had just emerged from one of the walls when three pungent, fishy smells wafted over.

Beside the mountain of grain, three Foundation Establishment cultivators who were supposed to be on night duty were lying on the ground as if possessed, frantically stuffing rice grains with husks still attached into their mouths.

Their abdominal cavities were swollen like those of pregnant women several months along.

The thin belly was stretched until it shone, and the grotesque, writhing shape of the internal organs underneath was clearly visible.

Even more horrifying, one of them appeared to have had his throat ripped open by sharp grains of rice.

Blood mixed with unchewed grains gushed from the wound, staining the ground red.

Even so, they continued to roar and swallow with their last bit of strength.

It felt as if the hunger and thirst didn't come from the stomach and intestines, but from a monster crawling out from under the skin.

Even though these three were only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and the two of them could easily kill them, Feng Bohan and Ji Liang still did not make any rash moves, lest they alert the enemy.

They suppressed their nausea, pulled their heads back into the wall, and circled around the interior to avoid the three monsters.

What they encountered was too bizarre; the man and his horse remained silent the entire way, neither in the mood for conversation.

As he passed the ancestral hall, Feng Bohan paused, looking at it with some hesitation.

Ji Liang glanced at him and hissed, "There are Nascent Soul cultivators guarding the ancestral hall. If you want to go in, you need to be careful so as not to let them notice anything amiss."

They had crept all the way here, and the strongest one they saw was the fat clan elder in the backyard, who was at the peak of the Core Formation stage. They had not yet encountered anyone at the Nascent Soul stage.

Feng Bohan took a deep breath and made a decision: "We still need to investigate. With so many strange occurrences in the city, why haven't those Nascent Soul elders made any move?"

He already had the answer in his heart, but he still couldn't believe it and had to verify it with his own eyes.

Carefully and cautiously weaving through the interior of the wall, we peeked out from a hidden, dark corner.

This was the best spot they found for observation, based on the sounds they heard.

Directly opposite is the side hall of the ancestral hall.

Ancestral halls should be sacred places, but the side halls are filled with a nauseating smell of old blood and grime.

A highly respected elder, whose cultivation had reached the late Nascent Soul stage, personally presided over the sealing and binding ceremony of the Fengbo Cold Soul Lamp.

At this moment, he was scraping the beams and pillars with the sharpness of his finger bones in an extremely bizarre posture.

With each scrape of his fingernails against the wood and stone, amidst the flying wood chips, twisted runes of unknown meaning, etched with congealed dark blood, were revealed.

When Feng Bohan's peripheral vision swept over the shadows piled up behind the other party.

He was horrified to discover that they were dozens of shriveled, neatly folded human skins, resembling cicada molts!
The stacked skins and empty eye sockets reflected an eerie luster in the dim light.

Feng Bohan's hair stood on end instantly, and he almost cried out in surprise.

Fortunately, Ji Liang saw the opportunity and bit his shoulder in time, dragging him back into the stone wall, thus narrowly escaping disaster.

"I'm so sorry, Xiao Ji, I almost dragged you into this." On the way out of the ancestral hall, Feng Bohan apologized awkwardly to Shenma.

Although they are practically immortal, they can still feel the pain of death when they are killed.

Moreover, these things are so strange, who knows if they will harm their very essence.

Ji Liang gave him a light snort and rolled his eyes at him, signaling him not to be careless.

Just then, a soft murmur came from behind.

A man and a horse stopped to listen, and it seemed they were saying, "So hungry..."

They exchanged a glance; this was the first person they had encountered who had spoken.

They didn't know if the other person was a cultivator or some kind of strange, inexplicable monster. Facing the night wind and following the murmurs, the two turned a corner.

I quietly peered into the depths of a dark alley.

A young girl from the Windcaller clan was huddled in a corner, and faint sobs could be heard coming from her.

She wasn't crying, but... she was gnawing on her forearm!
Sharp teeth were deeply embedded in his flesh, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining half of his face red.

The girl felt no pain; instead, a strange, intoxicated smile appeared on her face.

It uttered broken murmurs: "Hungry...so hungry...my newly replaced skin...is broken again...I need to replenish...fresh flesh and blood..."

With her other hand, she was still tearing at the skin beneath the tattered sleeve, as if it weren't her own body.

"Gulu!"

Both the man and the horse swallowed hard.

“It’s not just about overeating to replenish what’s been consumed…” Feng Bohan’s mental state fluctuated violently.

In a conversation with Shenma Jiliang in the void: "They are 'repairing' their own bodies. Are these... still human?"

The sight before him made him instantly understand the origin of the human skins behind the ancestral hall.

Ji Liang's snow-white fur seemed to stand on end.

The golden pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinholes, and a rapid hiss came: "Not just the skin, the core is at the Holy Spring!"

“The masculine energy of the Holy Spring Barrier has cracked!” Ji Liang’s hiss became more urgent. “What’s worse is that there are many sources of bloody aura within the crack.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Bohan's face turned terribly grim: "It's the Holy Spring Guardians. This city... may have been completely 'contaminated'!"

They instantly felt that the eerie atmosphere permeating the city was like a viscous swamp, almost suffocating them.

The man and his horse dared not delay any longer, transforming into the deepest shadows and galloping towards the Holy Spring.

The location of the sacred spring is the most sacred area of ​​the Hufeng clan.

Normally, it is protected by an ancient, cyan-gold magic array.

The spring is filled with vibrant yang energy, capable of purifying all filth.

However, at this moment, the light of the protective array was extremely dim, and a hideous crack appeared on it.

What's even more alarming is that the spring, which should have been clear and sacred, is being eroded by a murky substance that looks like congealed black blood, faintly emanating an ominous aura that sends chills down your spine.

Several dozen feet away from the crack in the Holy Spring barrier, Feng Bohan and Ji Liang's phantoms cautiously approached.

Just then, as Ji Liang's forelegs moved, the tip of his hoof inadvertently touched a faint, almost imperceptible, crimson line of blood that seemed to be flowing in the void.

"Boom!!!"

In an instant.

A sharp, piercing alarm sounded, like a physical sonic boom.

The sound seemed to penetrate their eardrums and strike deep into their souls, causing them to lose their senses and experience a splitting headache.

The dozen or so cultivators, who had been standing like stone statues around the crack in the Holy Spring barrier, all stiffly turned their heads.

Their actions completely defied common sense.

Their necks made a sickening "crack" sound as they all rotated 180 degrees in unison.

The faces that were usually either kind or resolute were now filled with an inhuman eeriness.

The normally normal pupil suddenly split open, transforming into a compound eye that shimmered with an eerie light.

Their lips parted to their ears, revealing not teeth, but a dense array of tiny, gleaming mouthparts.

"Fresh... skin!!!"

"Yang energy...delicious..."

"Intruder...tear apart...parasite!!!"

Inhuman roars filled with greed, thirst, and madness, mixed with the harsh scraping sound of mouthparts rubbing together, surged in like a tide.

The captain of the Nascent Soul Guard, who possessed the highest cultivation level, even spat out a jet of black, corrosive flame that resembled condensed blood.

Wherever it passed, even the void emitted a hissing sound as it was being eroded!

"Oh no! We've been exposed! Run!" Feng Bohan exclaimed in horror.

There was no time to think about what these terrifying changes in the guards meant.

Shenma Jiliang was filled with shock and anger. Almost entirely on instinct, he grabbed his arm and exploded into a streak of crimson light.

Enveloping Feng Bohan, it instantly collapsed into an almost invisible, thin mist-like phantom.

They narrowly missed the edge of that terrifying, pitch-black fire serpent.

The scorching, corrosive heat almost burned through their illusory forms.

Both Feng Bohan and Ji Liang felt as if their souls had been scalded.

Without daring to linger, Ji Liang suddenly swung his neck, threw Feng Bohan onto his back, and transformed into a crimson streak of light, fleeing at top speed.

"Escape in that direction. That area has been abandoned for a long time, so there are probably no monsters there."

Not far after escaping, Ji Liang, guided by Feng Bohan, suddenly changed direction.

They fled for their lives towards a desolate and abandoned area on the outskirts of the sacred spring.

The roars and eerie hisses chasing from behind did not stop there.

Instead, even more unusual auras, disturbed by the disturbance, rose from all parts of the city.

Feng Bohan and Ji Liang plunged into that long-abandoned, overgrown area.

"There!"

Feng Bohan, whose eyes were constantly scanning around as if searching for something, suddenly pointed to a certain spot and gave an order to Ji Liang.

Following the direction pointed, Ji Liang looked over and instantly spotted a collapsed courtyard.

There was a dry well in the courtyard, its dark opening resembling a path leading to an abyss.

It didn't rush straight ahead, but instead used its ethereal body to weave and twist, nimbly traversing among the stone walls, houses, and wooden buildings.

Using a section of crumbling wall as cover, he plunged into the ground and slid diagonally into the dry well.

During the descent, Ji Liang's keen golden eyes detected a faint, almost imperceptible, yet subtly familiar, fluctuation of magical power emanating from deep within the well wall.

The fluctuation was extremely faint; if their phantom forms hadn't been so sensitive to energy and so close to the depths of the well wall, they probably wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

"There are living people below!" Ji Liang roared in his mind-body connection.

The fluctuations, though faint, were so vivid, clearly different from the monsters in Windcaller City.

Upon hearing this, Feng Bohan perked up and urged, "Let's go take a look!"

Following the slight ripple, the two cautiously descended.

The phantom disappeared along the well wall into the depths of the dry well, behind a pile of collapsed rubble.

The light here was extremely dim, and the air was thick with the smell of dust and decay.

By the faint moonlight filtering through the cracks in the rocks, Feng Bohan and Ji Liang were able to see the scene before them.

My heart skipped a beat!
In the corner of the rubble, a figure covered in blood and barely breathing leaned against the wall.

He had a shocking laceration on his chest.

His left shoulder was almost completely pierced, with the skin and flesh rolled back to reveal the bone.

Even more horrifying, deep inside the wound, countless tiny, maggot-like black substances were wriggling and gnawing.

The bandages wrapped around his waist and abdomen had long been soaked and hardened by the filthy blood.

Although he was in a sorry state and looked emaciated, his facial features were extremely pale and haggard.

Feng Bohan recognized him at a glance.

This person is a genius cultivator from the Chenghuang lineage.

The Nascent Soul Grandmaster that our Lord has been searching for—Feng Mingyang!

(End of this chapter)