Mythical Scroll Artist: Starting with the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming

Chapter 195 An Unforgettable Experience

Zhou Qi stared blankly at the scroll in Wu Xian's hand, and it took him a long time to react.

"A Domain Scroll?!" Zhou Qi exclaimed in disbelief. "The Vice President created a Domain Scroll?!"

The startled sound immediately drew the attention of the club members.

Before long, both new and old members gathered around out of curiosity.

Many people directly notified members who were not in the club in the group chat. Some even went so far as to go to several [Laurel Tree] training pods and drag the members out of them.

"You're awesome, Vice President! You're truly amazing."

"I heard that the Domain Scroll is extremely difficult to draw, I didn't expect the vice president to finish it so quickly."

"As expected, it has to be our vice president!"

"An idol is always an idol, truly a golden brand for our club."

"By the way, what's the deal with this Domain Scroll? Is it part of the same series as our Ten Great Yin Marshals?"

Wu Xian laughed and said, "Of course, it's like going back to your hometown for the Yin Marshals. The key is that it will give you a unique experience of going back and forth between the realms of life and death. It's definitely worth the price of admission."

"The hometown of our Ten Great Yin Marshals? We absolutely have to go in and take a look!"

"What do you think it looks like inside? Is it terrifying?"

"The undead realm dungeon must be terrifying!"

"Those who are timid, step back a little. Let the brave ones scout ahead for you."

"Who do you think you are? Count me in~ Count me in~!"

As they were talking, Xue Zhengying and Huang Lili, who had also received the news, rushed over, full of curiosity about Wu Xian's domain scroll artwork.

Needless to say, Xue Zhengying, as a descendant of the founding family of the Necromancer's Guild, was naturally interested in everything related to the necromancy system. Moreover, he had to go in and explore the domain of Wu Xian, a genius scroll artist.

"Won't it be scary?" Huang Lili asked hesitantly and with some worry.

After all, she had a certain understanding of Wu Xian's skill level. Being able to draw so many handsome male gods meant he definitely had some skill.

The more skilled the scroll artist, the more terrifying the dungeon they create.

"What's so scary?" Wu Xian smirked. "Just think of it as taking your Brother Lu and Brother Cui back to visit their families."

Huang Lili's eyes brightened slightly, and a blush rose on her cheeks.

Oh my, are we going to meet the parents of our two male gods so soon?

Nervous and at a loss.

"Are there any precautions?" Xue Zhengying appeared quite calm and professional.

“No,” Wu Xian pondered, “If nothing unexpected happens, your [Destruction Ghost Emperor] should feel just like it’s back home.”

"Really?" Xue Zhengying exclaimed enthusiastically. "Then what are you waiting for? Let's open it!"

Facing the expectant gazes of the crowd, Wu Xian smiled slightly and immediately charged the [Underworld] with over a thousand spirit crystals. "Come on, let's all go in at once to save trouble."

There's nothing we can do about it; the underworld is just that big.

Buzz~!

The scroll depicting the underworld slowly unfolds.

Wu Xian pointed to the map on the scroll and reminded, "After you go in, follow this route. If you're not capable, don't wander around. Be careful not to get lost and not be able to find your way out. Second Brother can do whatever he wants."

Xue Zhengying smiled knowingly and took the lead in entering the scroll copy.

The remaining members entered in an orderly fashion, one after another.

Wu Xian, meanwhile, stood guard outside at a leisurely pace. As a creator, he had the advantage of having a god-like perspective.

On the scroll, each moving dot of light corresponds to a club member. By probing the scroll with one's mental energy, one can clearly see the image of each person.

The group of people who had just entered were still somewhat confused and bewildered.

And they were so intimidated by the eerie and majestic aura of the "Gate of Hell" that they proceeded with extreme caution.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder it's the vice president's place, no wonder it's the place where the Ten Great Yin Marshals live, it's obviously a big city, a big place," several club members clicked their tongues in amazement. "Everyone, watch your words and actions when you go in, don't embarrass yourselves!"

Then, everyone heard a majestic voice coming from within the Gates of Hell: "The underworld, no living person may enter." With just one sentence, everyone was unconsciously drawn into the "plot" and atmosphere.

"What do you mean? Living people can't go in?"

"The underworld, that's normal!" Xue Qingyang laughed. "It's just a dungeon, no need to take it so seriously. Let's go."

"What a magnificent underworld! No living beings are allowed to enter! How imposing!"

Xue Zhengying's eyes brightened slightly, and he sighed.

He had seen all sorts of undead-themed scroll dungeons before, but this dungeon gave him a feeling he had never experienced before.

That inexplicable taste, that inexplicable feeling, it's just perfect!
Squeak-!
The gates of hell slowly opened, and everyone, like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, curiously stepped through the closed gates.

Then came a series of bewildered, startled voices: "Holy crap, what the hell? I've become a ghost?"

"Why do I feel like I'm already dead?"

"Oh my god, why is my body still outside? Oh no, am I already dead?"

"Holy crap, what kind of godlike move is that?"

"Is this what it feels like to have your soul leave your body after death? It's amazing."

Then came the long road to the underworld, filled with mournful winds and rain, and lonely ghosts, which made everyone's hair stand on end and their backs feel cold.

Because at this moment they cannot see each other at all, each of them is moving forward "alone".

No matter how they shouted, they received no response. The sense of helplessness, uncertainty, and fear struck their very souls.

"Brother Wu is truly a genius."

Xue Zhengying's understanding of this advanced sense of terror was also refreshed.

There was no bloodshed or piles of bones, yet it still sent chills down his spine.

Soon after, the group began to test their skills against the wandering ghosts on the road to the underworld. As they expected, the monsters in Wu Xian's instance were indeed not simple. Fortunately, everyone had the Yin Shuai Scroll.

It's quite effective at dealing with wandering ghosts on the road to the underworld.

Xue Zhengying gradually distanced himself from the Road to the Underworld and began to explore on his own.

Meanwhile, the other members unknowingly arrived at Wangxiangtai.

Prompted by the majestic voice from the Looking-Homeward Terrace, everyone subconsciously turned around and then experienced a separation between life and death, a parting of the living and the dead.

"Mom, don't go, Mom, it's me!"

"Oh no, oh no, am I really going to die? Am I really going to never be able to go back?"

"Waaaaah, I'm not playing anymore... Vice President, Vice President, I want to go home!"

Huang Lili, who was immersed in the terrifying atmosphere throughout, couldn't help but have a complicated expression and tears welled up in her eyes.

Not long after, when everyone had already entered Evil Dog Ridge and Golden Rooster Mountain, Xue Zhengying finally arrived late.

Looking back, the tough guy shed tears.

The sight of a few scattered relatives filled him with immense grief, and he abruptly turned around to gaze at the road ahead.

He suddenly had a feeling that the heroic relatives of the Xue family who had sacrificed themselves generation after generation were waiting for him ahead.

……

Club members were teleported out of the instance one after another, each looking dazed and with mixed emotions.

"Phew!" The straight-laced man took a deep breath. "I want to go back and see my parents."

That complex emotion seemed contagious; one by one, the members began to go home to find their mothers with complicated expressions.

Even Huang Lili was infected by this emotion, and she sobbed as she took out her phone to call her father, who was far away in the provincial capital. "Hello~ Dad, sob sob... I was so ignorant before. I will definitely take good care of you from now on."

On the other end of the phone, Vice President Huang was clearly stunned for a few seconds.

"What's going on? What triggered this?" Vice President Huang was bewildered, even suspecting that his daughter had been possessed by a demon. "Or am I just imagining things? This shouldn't be happening."

Or did one of your handsome male portraits break?

(End of this chapter)