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Chapter 205 The Wild Goose Ghost King and the Knight-Errant
Early that morning, a tall figure walked across the Langfeng Ferry in Zhuxi County.

This man wore a straw hat and carried a single-edged sword at his waist.

His gait is unhurried, exuding a majestic air.

Strangely enough, despite his remarkable demeanor, this person walked through the busy ferry crossing without attracting the attention of passersby.

He walked silently, like a wisp of wind by the ferry, a speck of dust in the mortal world, natural and unpretentious, seemingly one with heaven and earth.

Only the eyes beneath the bamboo hat, gleaming faintly with an eerie light, hinted at the man's extraordinary nature.

This is certainly no ordinary person.

No, he's not even human!
He was the Wild Goose Ghost King who cleaved Yin and Yang with a single stroke from the Ghost Market of the Underworld.

The Wild Goose Ghost King came to the human world in the middle of the night. It was late at night, and he smelled the vitality of the human world and breathed in the yang energy. His first reaction was to activate his ghostly power to resist the invasion of the complexities of the human world.

But before long, the Wild Goose Ghost King adapted to this invasion.

Because he discovered that his own ghostly power was solid and his ghostly heart was clear, the minor troubles of the human world were nothing more than minor hardships to him, which he could quickly resolve.

On the contrary, the vitality of human life—

For example, the chirping of insects in the mountains and forests at night;
As I walked past the village at the foot of the mountain, I heard the croaking and jumping of frogs in the fields.
There are also the various snoring sounds made by the farmers in the village as they sleep, or the sounds of them talking at night...

These various sounds intertwined to form an exceptionally vivid human melody, leaving the Wild Goose Ghost King stunned in place.

A mix of emotions, bittersweet, difficult to discern the exact flavor.

Unbeknownst to him, he shed the tears of the Ghost King once again.

He clearly already possessed the ability to cleave between Yin and Yang, so what exactly caused him to remain trapped in the Yellow Springs, afraid to even look at the mortal world?
The Ghost King of Wild Goose Feathers had already vaguely grasped the answer during his conversation with Chen Xu, but that answer did not seem to be quite sufficient.

However, he has moved on.

Therefore, the answer doesn't seem to matter that much.

The Wild Goose Ghost King quickly used the Yin-Yang Object Detection Technique to pull out a dark wooden bottle from his sleeve.

He used a small bottle to catch his tears, not a single drop spilled.

These are the tears of the Ghost King. He himself doesn't need them, but he can give them to Brother Chen Xu next time he has the chance.

The Wild Goose Ghost King walked along the edge of the village, admiring the vitality of human life in the darkness.

Then, the Ghost King, who was still immersed in emotion and joy, suddenly noticed some unusual activity in the haystack at the edge of the village.

Upon listening, it turned out to be a series of unpleasant and offensive sounds.

It also included vulgar conversations.

First came a not-so-young male voice, who said rudely, "Damn it, this is much better. My wife is old now and looks like a dead pig. It's really disgusting."

"You rascal, you're really enjoying yourself, always making me come to see you in the middle of the night, and you still won't divorce your wife at home. How long are you going to make me suffer like this?"

"Hehehe, how can this be considered hard work? Aren't you happy?"

……

Upon hearing this, the Wild Goose Ghost King merely frowned slightly.

Even though there are a thousand good things in the world, and village life may seem simple and honest, it turns out that there are also such filths.

When the Ghost King Yanling recalled the past, he realized that, for some reason, he had idealized the human world too much in his memory.

But in reality, he came from the bottom and has seen and experienced all sorts of messy things.

The affair at the village entrance is hardly surprising.

The Wild Goose Ghost King ignored them and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a woman's voice was heard again: "You refuse to divorce your wife because you're afraid of your brothers-in-law? Are you afraid that if you divorce her, those rude men will come knocking on your door and you won't be able to do anything about it?"

The man's voice boomed, "Tch, I'm afraid of them? Don't underestimate me. I'm just... Hmph, she's still the woman who bore my child. How can I easily divorce her?"

The woman's voice suddenly turned mournful: "You only care about your feelings for your wife, have you ever thought about me? Fine, fine, you're so sentimental now, I'll turn around and plunge into Wanggou Creek with the baby in my belly..."

The reason why Zhuxi County is named after "stream" is naturally because there are many waterways within its borders.

In fact, the water system is quite developed throughout the entire Yunjiang Prefecture.

Logically speaking, with its well-developed water system, Yunjiang Prefecture should not be a remote prefecture. However, there is another reason for this: Yunjiang Prefecture has both abundant waterways and mountains.

Moreover, these mountains are mostly not towering peaks or famous rivers. Instead, they are hills and ridges, intricate and complex.

This caused transportation difficulties in Yunjiang Prefecture, and it also caused the Wild Goose Ghost King to stand in the shadows of the hill, looking at the people in the village below, and suddenly feel an indescribable sense of depression.

The conversation continued, then suddenly a male voice jumped in, saying, "Why are you planting in Wanggou Creek? If you want to plant... sigh, my wife goes to Wanggou Creek to wash clothes every morning."

Ah, there's a deeper meaning behind those words.

The woman lowered her voice and said, "Your wife is going to do the laundry, and I'm going too..."

At this point, the woman suddenly exclaimed "Ah!"

The Wild Goose Ghost King, who had been passing by, could no longer restrain himself and turned back to the haystack.

He kicked over a haystack.

The rustling of straw startled the lovebirds hiding in the haystack.

Before the two pale figures could fully emerge from the straw, and before the male voice could even shout angrily, "Who is it? Which bastard dares to harm your grandpa..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a few stars in the sky.

For some reason, it reflected the tall figure next to it.

A giant's height, a massive shadow.

Beneath the shadows was a ferocious face with blue skin and fangs.

Then, in the dead of night, a bloodcurdling scream, like that of a pig being slaughtered, suddenly rang out in this village near Langfeng Ferry.

"Ghost!"

"Help! There's a ghost!"

Before the ghostly cries had even subsided, oil lamps were immediately lit in the village, and some people even lit torches.

People rushed out of the house, some with their clothes askew and some with their shoes on the wrong feet.

"Where are the ghosts? Where are the ghosts?"

"It's over at the haystack area at the edge of the village, hurry, let's go..."

One after another, figures rushed over.

The two people in the haystack knew something was wrong. The first thing was that there was a ghost, and the second thing was that if someone saw them in their disheveled state.

The two hurriedly tried to get dressed.

The Wild Goose Ghost King merely flicked the wind.

The next moment, the man in the haystack felt a chill between his legs.

"Ah!" The man let out a blood-curdling scream. He no longer cared about putting on his clothes. He just hunched over and fell naked to the ground.

The Ghost King of Wild Goose Feather flicked his finger again, and this time the sharp wind blade grazed the corner of the woman's mouth.

He made a long, narrow cut on the woman's face.

The woman immediately screamed and covered her face as terrifying pain assaulted her entire body.

Both of them collapsed until the villagers arrived.

What they saw was the two people naked and covered in blood in the haystack.

"Oh dear, what's going on!"

"My God, it's Hu Laosan, who sets up a stall at the ferry, and the young widow from Wang Er's family at the east end of the village."

"What a disgrace, what a shame, oh my god, I can't bear to look..."

The Ghost King of Wild Goose Feathers immediately felt all his frustration dissipate, and he quietly left the place.

The next day, the morning mist dissipated, and sunlight shone down on the world.

The Wild Goose Ghost King followed the road to Langfeng Ferry, only to hear someone there holding a book, swaying their head and reciting it with great absorption:
"Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

When the work is done, I will leave, hiding my identity and name..."

(End of this chapter)