Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

I wonder what this hell is like.

Song Yingxing glanced at the teleportation portal, thinking with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

After bidding farewell to the old man, Song Yingxing followed the crowd to Mushroom Town, where he strolled around.

The morning sunlight shone through the roof of the mushroom-shaped house, casting its glow upon this fantastical town.

Giant red mushrooms are scattered along the winding path, and the courtyards in front of each house are filled with colorful flowers and plants, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

As the morning bell tolls, residents emerge from their respective mushroom-shaped houses, dressed in woolen clothing, smiling, and chatting as they carry food in their hands.

Through the door, Song Yingxing could see that most of the houses had a statue of a deity inside.

Needless to say, the appearance of that statue was none other than the young master Bai he had met before.

Following the flow of people, Song Yingxing arrived at the bustling market in the center of Mushroom Town.

Some people set up stalls early in the morning, selling all kinds of food made from flour and calling out their wares.

Wonton, dumplings, noodles, yum, sesame seed cakes.

The air was filled with the aroma of various foods, which was so enticing that it made people feel warm and satisfied.

In another corner of the market, a young man was hawking his handicrafts: woven baskets, hats, and ornaments.

Between the stalls, acrobats performed, some exhaling smoke, others playing with fire and shadows, attracting passersby to stop and watch, with applause and laughter rising and falling.

"Hahaha~ Come and chase me! Hehehe~"

"Bandits, stop right there!"

"Why do I have to be a bandit? I want to be Young Master Bai too!"

"You lost the rock-paper-scissors game, so you're a bandit! Shut up! You bandits, daring to harm the people and acting so arrogantly! Iron Mountain General, go and drive them away!"

"Rua~ Tieshan is here!"

"Run! It's a divine general! Run! Hahahaha!"

The children laughed happily, playing and running around in the market, while the people around them smiled, shook their heads, and made way for them.

They moved through the crowd, laughing and joking.

Some children curiously examined every new and interesting object, clutching the few copper coins their parents had given them, wondering whether to exchange them for a toy they wanted or for food.

No one would do them any harm, and no one wants to do them any harm.

Not worth it.

Nobody wants to go to hell.

The vendors enthusiastically called out to attract customers, while the buyers selected items, haggled over prices, and enjoyed the transaction.

The morning sun grew warmer, and the crowds at the market grew larger.

These people appeared exceptionally harmonious and peaceful, their minds no longer troubled by fear and worry.

Everyone was full of optimism and confidence because they knew that even though the people here had different personalities and lifestyles.

But they all share a common belief that guides them in the same direction.

The shouts of vendors, the haggling of customers, and the laughter of children intertwined to form a symphony of life.

Even the Tang Dynasty's golden age couldn't have been more impressive than this.

When I went to the capital to take the imperial examination, I saw that no one under the emperor's nose had ever been so carefree and complacent.

This scene made Song Yingxing involuntarily slow down, take a deep breath, and murmur to himself.

"The elderly with gray hair and the children with their hair in tufts are all enjoying themselves."

Standing there, his gaze lingered on the orderly scene around him, a mixture of curiosity and astonishment on his face.

"My lord, my lord!"

The shouts woke Song Yingxing from his reverie. He turned around and saw a middle-aged man selling pancakes, smiling at him. Freshly baked, steaming hot pancakes were displayed in front of his stall, their aroma attracting many people to stop and buy them.

Song Yingxing walked over, puzzled. "Shopkeeper, what do you need me for?"

"Is this your first time visiting Licheng, young master?" The burly, smiling man selling pancakes handed him a warm pancake. "If you don't mind, try my pancakes; they're famous throughout the city!"

Unfortunately, I didn't have any money with me when I was brought here.

Before Song Yingxing could refuse, the man waved his hand again and said with a smile.

"No need to pay, consider it a gift from us to you. If you find our cakes delicious in the future, please come and patronize us often."

"When we first came to Licheng, we were just like you, not knowing what to do. We even thought we might as well die. But now we're doing just fine."

Although I don't know what happened to my lord, he will get better if he stays in Licheng for a while.

"This city may not be as bustling as other places for now, but the warmth between people is something you can't experience anywhere else," the man said with a sense of relief.

"Then I thank the shopkeeper!" Song Yingxing was infected by the warm atmosphere, a smile appeared on his lips, he took the cake and took a bite.

"Hey, what's going on in the sky???"

Suddenly, someone nearby shouted in terror.

Pedestrians stopped in their tracks, the bustling market fell silent, and everyone looked up at the sky.

Inconspicuous cracks appeared in the sky and began to slowly widen.

"Immortal Lord Bai, could he have been punished by the Heavenly Court?!"

"Ah, will Immortal Lord Bai go back?"

"have no idea."

……

The people of Licheng seemed to have lost their backbone. Merchants stopped doing business, farmers stopped farming, craftsmen put down their tools, and everyone who was busy seemed lost and frustrated.

They all looked up at the sky with worry, or looked at each other, but were helpless.

The children might not fully understand what was happening, but seeing the adults' worried faces and sensing the heavy atmosphere, they stopped playing and looked up at the sky.

Only when the sky returned to normal did the people around breathe a sigh of relief.

"Excellent! The Immortal Lord has won!"

"I'm not watching anymore, I'm going to go do my own thing."

Despite this, the villagers would occasionally look up and gaze in the same direction.

Song Yingxing guessed that it might be the place where Bai Xianjun lived.

"I wonder if Immortal Lord Bai has gotten up yet. I'll go ask the people in Liu Family Village."

Let me know if you find out.

The whispers around him told Song Yingxing that none of the people in Licheng knew that Young Master Bai had already left the city.

Perhaps, he understood.

Song Yingxing's eyes flickered.

Why didn't Bai Xianjun allow his group to say they had seen him?

If hell exists, then heaven may also exist.

Humans have their own principles, and Heaven has its own laws. Heaven is merciless; those who are resolute and unmoved by all things will be punished by Heaven if they go against it. This is also true of Heaven and Earth.

This place exists because of the immortals; now that the immortals are gone, this place has lost its home and may fall into ruin.

This White Immortal Lord is trapped in this world because of the people; otherwise, he could have already traveled the world.

She probably ran away because she didn't want the people of Licheng to worry.

This immortal is truly human.

No wonder that throughout history, among all the immortals who descended to the mortal realm, only this one has done so.