Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 134 The Ghost King's Abode: How Strange!

Standing before the waterfall, Chen Xu began to speculate.

Cai Laozhuang, however, tilted his head back and hunched his back, his face full of envy and longing, and said, "How can there be such a person as the Great King in the world? We ghosts all rely on the Great King's protection, and we only wish that the Great King will live a thousand years."

He's a ghost, and the king he speaks of is also a ghost, yet he keeps claiming the other person is human.

After saying this, Cai Laozhuang crossed his hands over his chest, bowed deeply to the waterfall.

Upon seeing this, Chen Xu quickly pretended to be clumsy and followed suit, performing an awkward and inappropriate bow.

Cai Laozhuang chuckled, waved to Chen Xu, and strode towards the waterfall.

The waterfall surged with such force that it roared like thunder, and Cai Laozhuang was swept away without any protection.

boom--

Chen Xu followed closely behind, without taking any precautions.

However, his mind was spread around him, merging with the energy of heaven and earth, silently observing all the wondrous changes within a few feet around him at this moment.

At the moment he plunged into the waterfall, Chen Xu did not feel any obvious impact from the powerful water flow.

Yet there was a thick, tangible sadness, as if a torrent of water had enveloped him entirely.

Chen Xu remained calm and focused, and was not significantly affected.

But suddenly, Cai Laozhuang beside him burst into tears: "Your Majesty, we are suffering so much! Your Majesty, I, Cai Laozhuang, beg to see you! Your Majesty, there is another poor little devil here who wants to see you..."

He cried out repeatedly, his steps faltering as he staggered forward.

Chen Xu felt as if he had passed through a strange membrane. When he looked up again, he saw that what he saw in front of him was not a dark forest, nor a waterfall or a deep cave, but a vast expanse of light.

There was no cold sun shining in the sky like in the locust grove, only a clear, bright light.

Under the pale sky, a vast bamboo forest completely envelops the area, with a clear stream flowing diagonally through the middle of the forest.

On the other side of the stream, there are three bamboo houses with several thatched roofs.

The bamboo house had no door, only an old-fashioned curtain hanging on it, as if it had been used for many years.

Chen Xu and Cai Laozhuang stood on this side of the Qingxi River, separated by a narrow stream no more than three feet wide. Cai Laozhuang was crying his heart out, tears streaming down his face.

This... is the residence of the Ghost King of Pufeng Mountain?

Since arriving at Pufeng Mountain, everything on the mountain has been somewhat unexpected.

Chen Xu suppressed his surprise and remained silent, simply sensing the surrounding energy.

He dared not let his thoughts wander too far, but only carefully examined his surroundings.

The first thing that is clear is that this place is still in the human world.

But compared to the world outside the waterfall, this place is like a tiny bubble encased by the waterfall, existing in the human world yet separated from it by a slight barrier.

It is somewhat similar to the Shejunxu of Ninth Master, but the gap between them is obviously much more fragile.

Chen Xu felt that if he used all his strength, he might be able to split this membrane with a single chop using his wood-chopping knife technique.

Most importantly, this membrane did not prevent him from sensing the netherworld.

Even compared to the world outside the membrane, the world within this small bamboo forest space seems closer to the underworld.

Although the sky was clear and bright, it was actually desolate and cold everywhere.

For example, Cai Laozhuang cried so much that his tears and snot froze on his face.

Cai Laozhuang couldn't stop shivering, and Chen Xu also felt a bit cold, so he quickly followed Cai Laozhuang's example and shrank his body as well.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Cai Laozhuang cried out, recounting Chen Xu's "experience before his death."

Chen Xu listened silently, and when he heard Cai Laozhuang say, "This fool, it's one thing for him to have the secret formula and refuse to sell it, but he actually believes that people have no ill intentions towards him."

Even in death, he believed he had accidentally fallen into the water. Waaah... How could there be such a fool in the world?

Isn't it obvious? He must have been assassinated to fall into the water!

He claimed to have exceptional skills and had brought Ghost Spirit Mushroom Soup and Yellow Spring Essence, which he wished to offer to the King.

Thinking that Your Majesty has also lost your appetite for several days, I took it upon myself to bring him to see Your Majesty.

Waaah, Your Majesty, please blame me.

I really don't want to see Your Majesty toiling away all day for us little devils, yet still not being able to eat or sleep well.

If he really has good cooking skills, then let him stay on Mount Pufeng as a cook..."

Cai Laozhuang cried and sang, and finally, a slightly stiff voice rang out from the bamboo house:

"Why are you so noisy? If you cry again, I'll rip out your Xuan Soul."

The voice sounded familiar to Chen Xu; it was the same evil spirit that had possessed Fang Ji and infiltrated the city to capture him!
Cai Laozhuang wiped away the frosty tears from his face with trembling hands, then chuckled and said, "Reporting to the Inspector, this is just a small token of my heart..."

The evil spirit possessing Fang Ji was originally called the Hunting Envoy on Mount Pufeng.

The inspector said, "Go, and call this brat over here. I want to see him."

Cai Laozhuang was overjoyed and quickly pushed Chen Xu, urging him, "Quickly, cross this stream!"

Chen Xu calmed himself down and pretended to be flustered, taking a step forward.

All he heard was the splashing sound of water. He had only crossed a small stream, yet it felt like he had stepped into a different time and space.

A strange sense of disparity arises in an instant, as if you've missed a step.

This time, Chen Xu really couldn't control himself and staggered forward a few steps.

He exclaimed in surprise, then turned to see Cai Laozhuang waving happily at him: "Young brother, you go quickly, I'm off."

Cai Laozhuang turned and leaped away, the entire ghost vanishing in an instant.

When Chen Xu turned back, he saw a tall, pale-faced ghost standing at the entrance of the bamboo house. The ghost looked refined and scholarly.

This pale-faced ghost had a complete appearance and at first glance even bore a resemblance to Francis.

If it weren't for the fact that this ghost's face was unusual and didn't look like a living person, you would hardly recognize him as a ghost at first glance.

The inspector stared at Chen Xu and said coldly, "You're a cook?"

Chen Xu had already added this ghost to his kill list, but on the surface he pretended to be fearful and cautious, and hurriedly said:
"I have met Your Excellency. I am a cook, and my skills are excellent."

"You brought the essence of the Underworld?" The patrol envoy frowned. "Where would a mere ghost like you get the essence of the Underworld?"

"Ah." Chen Xu said blankly, shivering. "I don't know either. I died, and when I woke up, I had the essence of the Yellow Springs in my hand."

The essence of the Yellow Springs was actually captured by the Heavenly Book of Food Cauldrons when Chen Xu wrote a poem in the Ghost Market of Cangyuan, which touched the heart of a wandering soul.

The truth is obviously not to be told, but if you make up lies, you're likely to find more and more loopholes.

He simply denied knowing anything, and sometimes it's not surprising that you don't know anything at all.

After all, there are many unimaginable strange things in this world, and who knows what kind of adventure a "ghost" might have?

The inspector frowned again: "You also brought Ghost Lingzhi Soup? When did you brew it? Let me see it."

Chen Xu hurriedly opened the bundle he carried with him and took out the bamboo tube from it.

With a wave of his hand, the bamboo tube flew out and landed in his hand.

He stroked the bamboo tube lid with his hand, as if he wanted to open it.

(End of this chapter)