Kamimine

Chapter 360 Ghost Lake
After the skinless ghost crawled out of the Ghost River, it went straight to the skinner.

They opened their mouths and spat out a ball of golden brilliance, overflowing with light. Even if you didn't know what it was, you knew how precious it was.

The skinner, having received the golden radiance, gave the skinless ghost a human skin.

No matter what form the skinless ghost takes, it can be stuffed into human skin, and the skinner will sew it on.

The skinless ghost then became a person and headed towards the land of shadow puppets.

If the sunlight shines down, you'll find that the shadow puppets don't cast shadows.

"From ghost to human."

Jiang Ziyan felt a chill run down her spine when she saw this scene.

Is it really a ghost?

Even the Bull Demon King, a powerful demon who had seen many terrifying monsters, shuddered at the sight.

"A pathetic, filthy creature driven by others, merely existing to eke out a living."

Liu Chengfeng looked at the shadow puppet walking ahead and shook his head slightly.

The shadow puppet ignored everyone, like a child learning to walk, from taking its first unsteady steps to walking faster and faster, until it finally disappeared in front of everyone.

Ghost River, Skinner, Skinless Ghost, Shadow Puppet...

All sorts of eeriness converge at the Skin-Peeling Wilderness, making it a truly chilling sight.

The first time the god of the Peeling Wilds came, he felt uneasy.

The old ancestor, who had come here more than once, was used to it. If he encountered a skinner, he could pass safely by leaving money for the toll.

"Where did all those people who were skinned and resurrected go?"

Even Princess Xiangxiang had a curious thought pop into her head.

"I've heard that whether it's a skinless ghost or someone who had their skin peeled off and replaced, they all eventually end up on the road to the underworld and disappear."

An ancestor told him.

"Why is there still a shadow puppet kingdom? If everyone has embarked on the road to the underworld, shouldn't there be no shadow puppeteers left?"

"I don't know. This happened later. There weren't many shadow puppets that stayed there before, and even if they did, it was only for a short time."

Even the ancestor couldn't answer that; the number of shadow puppeteers remaining now is so large that it has practically become a shadow puppet kingdom.

"The road to the underworld is blocked."

Liu Chengfeng spoke slowly.

He knew that the shadow puppets would ultimately be unable to leave because the city lord had been killed.

What puzzled Liu Chengfeng was not that the old man had killed the Lord of Huangcheng.

What's strange is why he came here and stayed for so long. What was his purpose?
"Isn't the Netherworld Path the way to find the Netherworld Spring?"

Princess Xiangxiang looked at her elder brother, who had been there before and had experience.

"I'm afraid there are other ways, since humans and ghosts are on different paths."

Xiao Zhuofan shook his head.

They continued on their way. No one attacked Liu Chengfeng, and Jiang Ziyan and the others, who had incense burners hanging on their bodies, also passed through smoothly.

"Ghost Lake is just ahead—"

After passing through the Peeling Wilds, a lake appeared ahead. The lake was filled with black water and shrouded in mist, and the surrounding area was vast and endless.

Scattered across the lake are small islands, dotting the entire Ghost Lake.

On each small island, there are wooden sheds with human skin hanging on them.

In the hazy, dim light, Ghost Lake is even more terrifying.

"Hua Tianbao, a creature from Ghost Lake, can be found if you have money."

Upon hearing about Ghost Lake, the gods who had visited it were overjoyed.

On the shore of Ghost Lake, there were small boats, each steered by a skinner.

Just like passengers at a ferry crossing, waiting for guests to come and board the ferry.

"Has the skinner stopped skinning?"

One of the gods, who was visiting for the first time, looked up and gazed into the distance, secretly astonished.

Although human skins were hung on the huts on the island of Ghost Lake, no skinners were seen.

The skinners who now row the boats are the owners of these small shacks; they come out to make a living by ferrying people across the river.

"Let's get on the ship and see if we can find anything good."

Some of the elders who had been there before were eager to get on board and led everyone onto the ship.

Once on board, they had to pay a toll, and they gave the skinner tens of thousands of ordinary people.

The price for this road is more expensive than in the skinning field.

Don't be fooled by the small size of the boat; it has its own world inside and can carry many people.

Each skinner has their own territory. After ferrying the customers to their own island, they leave them alone and go on to skin them.

Upon arriving at the next location, a nearby skinner would immediately come by boat to ferry the passengers there.

Each small island is a territory, and people cross from one island to another until they reach the other side.

Ghost Lake is a vast expanse, and the entire lake cannot be seen clearly.

As you pass by, you can vaguely see the largest island in the center, like the center of Ghost Lake.

The island's skinner is the tallest of the locust trees, with eyes that seem to pierce the soul, as if suppressing the entire Ghost Lake.

This skinner doesn't accept any customers; he sits on the island, coldly watching the ships come and go.

Enveloped in mist, a mysterious light and aura could be faintly seen, filling the air with a precious aura, making it clear at a glance that there were extraordinary treasures inside.

"A treasure is about to emerge."

An ancestor once came here, boarded a boat, and stared at the lake.

Sure enough, the lake water closest to them suddenly bubbled and churned, and mud mounds emerged from the lake bottom, emitting divine light that illuminated the vast expanse.

"Divine mud, top-grade."

The gods' eyes lit up at the sight of the treasure on the mud mound.

One of the gods was anxious and immediately reached out to snatch it.

"No-"

But it was too late. In an instant, a hand suddenly reached out from the water, dragged the god down, and sank him.

Apart from the rolling bubbles, it seemed like nothing had happened.

"what is this?"

The others were horrified and dared not reach out again.

"Take the treasure down."

The patriarch asked the skinner to help.

"You have to pay more."

The skinner slowly glanced at the old ancestor.

The ancestor didn't mince words and gave the skinner 30,000 mortals.

The skinner took the toll, reached into the mud mound, took the sacred mud, and gave it to him.

The lake water churned, and a skinless demon with eight heads and sixteen arms crawled out of the lake.

The gods were greatly alarmed, realizing that it was this skinless ghost who had dragged their companion into the water.

The skinless demon climbed up the mud mound and growled angrily at the skinner, expressing his dissatisfaction.

The skinner roared at the skinless ghost, who, helpless, jumped into the water and disappeared. Along every stretch of the Ghost Lake path, treasures would float to the surface—divine mud, seeds of enlightenment…

These are all bait from the skinless ghost; whoever reaches out to take them will be dragged into the trap.

To obtain these treasures, one must pay a toll to the skinner.

"No wonder our ancestor wanted us to capture so many mortals."

Some of the younger generation understood that they had stormed into a world and taken away mortals from dozens of cities.

Unfortunately, the Mad God Realm is already sparsely populated; even after clearing dozens of cities, there are still not many left.

Ghost Lake contains treasures and sect heirlooms with enough money to pay for passage, so they decided not to leave yet.

They wander in the Ghost Lake, exchanging mortals for treasures.

"Don't be too greedy. Calculate the toll you'll need to get back, or you'll die here."

The experienced ancestor left behind a group of mortals as travel expenses for their return journey.

"There must be some amazing treasure there. Can we go ashore and buy it?"

The young god was captivated by the treasure and, seeing the island in the middle of the lake shimmering with light and filled with precious aura, wanted to go ashore.

The old ancestor slapped him across the face.

"Don't talk nonsense. Rumor has it that he's the Skinning King, and whoever sleeps with him dies."

The old patriarch rebuked them, and they dared not disobey.

"There are definitely cosmic treasures up there."

The Heavenly Gods of the Sacred Tiger Realm stared at the Skin-Peeling King's island, but they dared not go there.

When Liu Chengfeng and his group arrived at the ferry, they saw everyone buying tickets and boarding the boat.

"We have no money, how can we get through this?"

Xiao Zhuofan muttered to himself.

Everyone looked at Liu Chengfeng; none of them had paid the toll.

Liu Chengfeng led everyone onto a skinner's small boat.

The skinner watched them, not forcing them to get off, but he also wouldn't row the boat, because there was no toll.

Everyone could only watch Liu Chengfeng.

"Give him an incense burner and tell him to leave."

Liu Chengfeng gave the instructions.

Everyone felt uneasy. Jiang Ziyan took a deep breath, took off the incense burner, her hands trembling, and handed it to the skinner.

"Get off, the boat is mine."

Liu Chengfeng gave instructions to the skinner.

The skinner looked at the incense burner in his hand, said nothing, got off the boat, went ashore, then tucked the incense burner into his waistband and ran away.

"Is this okay?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Why not? This is a leather craftsman's incense burner!"

Liu Chengfeng smiled.

"You row the boat."

Liu Chengfeng threw the bamboo pole to Xiao Zhuofan.

"Can I do this?"

Xiao Zhuofan felt a chill run down his spine. Even as the master of a realm, he had never done anything like this.

"You can't even handle this simple thing? And you still want to talk to me?"

Liu Chengfeng glanced at him.

"I come."

Jiang Ziyan was bold and dared to step forward.

"I can do it, I can do it, I definitely can do it."

Xiao Zhuofan was not about to miss this opportunity. He immediately started rowing and found it wasn't difficult at all.

"This ship is covered with human skin."

Jiang Ziyan looked closely at the small boat and realized that it was different from ordinary small boats, which made her feel sad.

Liu Chengfeng didn't speak, but sighed.

"If that works, can we also... seize a ship?"

The other gods of the lineage were dumbfounded when they saw that Liu Chengfeng and his companions owned a ship.

The god who said this was slapped by the ancestor.

"The people who tried to steal the ship last time had their entire crew skinned alive!"

The old ancestor glared at them to prevent these juniors from being arrogant and ignorant.

"Then why can they do it in the White Crane Realm?"

The younger generation doesn't understand that there's no need to pay tolls or jump from island to island; they can simply row across.

The old patriarch was also very frustrated; they had no idea what the reason was.

Not only Lin Chen and his group, but also the ancestors of the Azure Ox Realm were shocked.

Despite the perilous nature of the Peeling Skin Realm, following Liu Chengfeng was like walking on flat ground, as if it were his own backyard.

Liu Chengfeng used his Heavenly Observation Eye to observe everything here.

At this moment, the Void Ashes were jumping around incessantly, drooling and wanting to eat.

"There—"

Liu Chengfeng's gaze fell on the island of the Skinning King.

"Look, the sky is gray, it's a god-level gray sky."

The small boat glided on the lake, and nearby mud mounds rose up, with firelight flickering in the ash.

God-level Sky Gray, or even the best quality.

"Don't move, it's the Skinless Ghost's lure."

Although some gods wanted it, Lin Chen and the others immediately warned them not to act recklessly.

They didn't have skinners on board, so they couldn't retrieve the treasure.

"Get closer to it."

Liu Chengfeng instructed Xiao Zhuofan to reach for the small boat as it approached.

"Young Master, be careful, there are skin-dead ghosts down there."

Lin Chen and the others were shocked and gave them a warning.

"Ignorant fool, daring to pick such a thing is courting death."

The other inheritors sneered when they saw Liu Chengfeng take the treasure with his bare hands, and some of them were dragged down by the Skinless Ghost.

Just as Liu Chengfeng touched the treasure, a hand suddenly reached out from the water and grabbed him.

"not good--"

"Watch out, back off—"

Lin Chen and the other elders were greatly alarmed and wanted to capture Liu Chengfeng to avoid being dragged into the mess.

(End of this chapter)