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Chapter 175 Re-entering the Underworld

Shen Qingzhou went to the side of the bed, walked straight to the altar, and lit three incense sticks for the strangely shaped "God's Tablet" on the altar.

As the incense smoke rose, he inserted it into the incense burner in front of the ancestral tablet.

His gaze swept over the large cleaver on the offering table, without lingering for long.

He turned around, walked to the prayer mat in front of the offering table, sat down cross-legged, and reached out to pull out a piece of yellow paper from the neatly folded stacks beside him.

With a gentle flick of his wrist, the yellow paper spontaneously combusted, the orange-red flames silently licking the edge of the paper without a single spark flying.

With a flick of his finger, Shen Qingzhou sent the burning yellow paper into the brazier in front of him.

The flames in the brazier suddenly shot up, sizzling and licking the air, illuminating his entire room with flickering light.

As Shen Qingzhou tossed sheets of yellow paper into the brazier, he began to chant scriptures in a low voice.

His tone was strange; although his voice had intonation, it lacked any rhythmic beauty.

Moreover, it showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever, as if it were just a heartless chanting machine.

This is Shen Qingzhou's modified version of the "Rebirth Mantra." Upon closer listening, it not only lacks any logic, but also fails to express its meaning clearly. It is more like a string of illogical sentences pieced together, making it obscure and difficult to understand.

But Shen Qingzhou recited it with utmost seriousness, his eyes opening and closing with intense focus, and his expression was unusually devout.

As Shen Qingzhou chanted the scriptures, the smoke from the burning yellow paper slowly swirled and lingered above the brazier, as if it were alive and would not dissipate.

A moment later, the smoke suddenly rose higher, piercing the void and weaving a winding path in the air.

The smoke condensed and did not dissipate, gleaming with a faint grayish-white luster, like a dark path leading to an unknown shore.

Just then, Shen Qingzhou stopped chanting, took out the paper figure that had absorbed Lin Yuan's soul, and threw it into the brazier.

The flames instantly engulfed the paper figure, turning it to ashes. Just as the paper figure turned to ashes, Lin Yuan's figure appeared out of thin air above the brazier.

At this moment, Lin Yuan's entire body was covered with dense, tadpole-shaped runes, but he was completely unaware of them, simply looking around in bewilderment.

Upon seeing Shen Qingzhou, an acquaintance, he immediately opened his mouth to greet him, but at that moment, the smoke rising from the brazier surged again, like a ribbon, wrapping around his body.

Lin Yuan's figure rapidly shrank, floating in mid-air, his feet stepping on the misty path, his eyes glazed over as he walked forward step by step along the gray-white misty path.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to disappear into the end of the incense offering, Shen Qingzhou suddenly took out a dressing mirror the size of a palm.

This mirror is the very same ghost mirror we got from Dingjiazhuang that day.

Shen Qingzhou held up the mirror and looked at herself. Not only did she see her own reflection, but she also saw Lin Yuan, who was a ghost.

Just then, Shen Qingzhou suddenly stretched his neck and took a deep breath into the brazier.

He inhaled countless plumes of smoke, but he was not choked by it. His stomach was slightly bloated, and faint smoke seeped from his ears, nose, and mouth, making him look somewhat comical. Yet, at this moment, his expression was extremely serious and solemn.

Shen Qingzhou didn't delay. He opened his mouth and blew smoke into the mirror, which immediately covered the entire surface.

Shen Qingzhou, who was sitting cross-legged in the mirror, suddenly stood up and chased after Lin Yuan, who was about to disappear into the mist, and then clung tightly to his back.

Lin Yuan was completely unaware of this, both in reality and in the mirror.

As Lin Yuan in reality disappeared into the distance, Shen Qingzhou in the mirror also vanished along with him.

As the haze on the mirror dissipated, everything inside the room was clearly reflected again, except for Shen Qingzhou's own figure.

Countless tiny, tadpole-like runes surged forth from between Shen Qingzhou's eyebrows like a tidal wave.

It quickly traveled down his cheek and then swam to the surface of the ghost mirror he was holding.

The mirror was like a frozen pool, absorbing all the runes and quickly spreading them across the world within, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Meanwhile, Shen Qingzhou, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, gradually became blurred. Although she was sitting there, it was as if she had disappeared from this world.

Between opening and closing his eyes, he seemed to be in a daze, as if he were in a state between sleep and dream.

Shen Qingzhou felt his consciousness being stretched infinitely, as if his soul had been withdrawn from his body, and the surrounding scenery became blurry and distorted.

I could only see shadowy figures, but when I tried to get a closer look, they were all blurry and indistinct.

The misty road beneath Lin Yuan's feet disappeared, turning into a dirt road. However, Lin Yuan's consciousness did not return. He continued to walk forward in a daze, seemingly aimless, but in reality, he was moving forward with the "people".

This was an extremely long and tedious process, so long that Shen Qingzhou's self-awareness began to blur, so long that he almost forgot why he had come here.

But soon, the runes on Lin Yuan's body seemed to sense something, and they moved from Lin Yuan's body to Shen Qingzhou, who was "stuck" to his back, and merged with the original runes on his body.

This seemed to activate some kind of command, bringing Shen Qingzhou back to consciousness.

Two tadpole-shaped runes swam into Shen Qingzhou's pupils, and the previously blurry, infinitely elongated scenery became clear in that instant.

They were surrounded by a vast wilderness, with a full moon hanging high in the sky. They were on a dirt road, surrounded by a dense crowd of people.

They were like puppets on strings, living in a daze, moving forward in an orderly fashion entirely by some kind of instinct.

There was no sound of wind, no footsteps, no breathing, and not even a whisper.

The world was deathly silent.

Shen Qingzhou floated down from Lin Yuan's back and stepped onto the dirt road, joining the "people" and walking forward with the group. At this moment, he seemed like a dead person as well.

But runes flowed in his eyes, and the surrounding scenery became hazy again, somewhat like a game editor. Everything became semi-transparent, and it was no longer a fixed three-dimensional perspective; a net covered the entire world.

In theory, he could use this network to drag, stretch, and modify all people and things in the world.

But clearly, it's just theory; he doesn't actually have that ability right now. If he dared to do it, he would be discovered instantly.

Then it was discovered by the Heavenly Dao, Gaia, the World Will, or possibly Yama and similar beings, and directly obliterated at the soul level.

Therefore, Shen Qingzhou did not make many unnecessary movements, but simply greedily observed this world. The runes in his eyes allowed him to see the most basic logic of this world and the covering net, which was also composed entirely of tiny runes.

These runes were something Shen Qingzhou had never seen in reality; they were entirely new and unknown, waiting for him to study and discover them.

However, it is almost impossible to memorize or replicate these runes simply by relying on memory.

Therefore, the runes on Shen Qingzhou's body began to seep into the yellow earth road from the soles of his feet like a tide, as if a huge ant colony was carrying these runes onto Shen Qingzhou's body little by little.

Just as Shen Qingzhou was greedily moving and analyzing these runes, he suddenly felt himself being watched by "someone".

This gaze did not come from any specific pair of eyes, but rather from an invisible law enveloping him, devoid of warmth or emotion, yet carrying an undeniable pressure, as if the entire desolate world had transformed into a scrutinizing gaze upon him.

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