Chapter 209 Going up the mountain
After sacrificing hundreds of thousands of ghost slaves, Liu Yin also paid a heavy price himself, which made him much weaker.

"It's a pity that my ghost body and weapons are gone, otherwise I would have torn these two brats into pieces today."

When Liu Yin thought that his weapon had been disassembled into three parts, and one of them was used by Cao Yang against him, he simply wanted to skin Cao Yang and eat his flesh raw.

"We can't waste time here any longer. We must go into the Ghost Temple."

Liu Yin stood up. His tattered suit was stained with some gray snow, and it also emitted a faint stench of corpse.

The samurai sword in his hand slashed at the blizzard in front of him again, and the drifting blizzard instantly stopped in mid-air, and a huge crack was forcibly split open in the ghost den covering the entire mountain. Liu Yin's figure instantly sank into it, and the crack was quickly filled with chaotic blizzards and healed quickly.

On the other side, Kirishima Miaki finally withstood this round of attacks. The dark purple mirror-like island in the ghost den was covered with large and small fine cracks, but it did not break after all.

"Ahem—!"

Kirishima Miaki walked out of the isolated island, no longer able to maintain his ghostly state, and his entire body was like a mirror on the verge of breaking, with dense cracks all over it. However, these cracks were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the reunion of a broken mirror was fully demonstrated on him.

On the other side, Qianye and Cao Yang also floated out from the bottomless river of blood. There were no obvious injuries on their bodies, but Cao Yang's blood river ghost den became fragmented and could not be restored for a while.

"A total of twelve wind chimes were consumed, not counting the five given to Qianye."

The corners of Cao Yang's mouth twitched violently. Together with the five or six he consumed last time, he only had more than ten left in his hands.

A pair of cold and strange scissors appeared in Cao Yang's hand. After being washed in the ghost blood, the hair entangled in the scissors disappeared, and the filth also disappeared.

On the contrary, the ghost blood covered the scissors as if they were coated with a layer of red paint, turning this pair of ghost scissors into a completely red pair of scissors.

The wind chimes were completely weathered, but the talisman papers did not dissipate with them. They were stained with an unknown curse. The curse was originally entangled with the wind chimes. Now that the wind chimes were gone, the curse fell on the people who used the wind chimes.

"The wind chimes and the talisman paper form a special balance. The ghost jade absorbs damage, and the talisman paper represents curses and connections. I heard from Liu Yin before that the source of the wind chimes seems to be a fierce ghost codenamed Ghost Jade. Maybe we can find a way to get this ghost."

Cao Yang held the ghost scissors, and curse lines appeared in his vision again. The curse lines connecting the talisman papers were thick and thin, but none of them were as thick as the line on his body that was always connected to the sky with his arm. Most of them were only as thick as a finger, which meant that the source of the evil spirit was not very scary, but it would still cause some trouble if it came to his door.

Therefore, Cao Yang casually cut off the cursed thread that had just stained himself and Qianye. The curse that was cut off did not disappear, but was transferred to the ghost scissors. If the ghost scissors were used again in the future, it was possible to be stained with these curses.

However, Cao Yang possesses ghost blood, which allows him to cleanse the curse on the scissors at any time. This price is equivalent to non-existence to him, which is why he does not intend to return the scissors to Yang Jian.

Resources can only be effective if they are in the hands of the right people. This is one of the statements that Cao Yang most agrees with.

Cao Yang ignored the demon Onmyoji. His target was Liu Yin, but the other party had obviously rushed into the endless blizzard in front of him. It was hard to say what Liu Yin was planning.

"The ghost temple, the ghost well, the jade, or is there an important puzzle piece in the ghost temple? Or is he trying to control the ghosts in the ghost temple, and further, maybe he even wants to kill the jade?"

No matter which one it is, Liu Yin is still an anti-Japanese hero. But unfortunately, the deal with the ghost peddler has already started, and Cao Yang can't be soft-hearted just because of the other party's false identity. At least he doesn't think he can escape the ghost peddler's pursuit now.

"Enter Hanchuan Shrine." Cao Yang's expression was a little solemn. In any case, he couldn't let Liu Yin continue to complete the puzzle. He didn't have the habit of actively causing trouble for himself.

Qianye's condition was still pretty good. In fact, the main reason he was able to survive was that Liu Yin didn't regard him as a target at all. Only a small part of the attack affected him. In addition, Xuehe took most of the damage for the two of them, so he was able to survive.

Despite this, the five black jades Cao Yang gave him were completely consumed, which was enough to prove the horror of the previous round of attack. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was earth-shattering.

Qianye looked around and saw the ground was covered with the corpses of the ghost slaves, and countless rotten heads rolling down from their necks.

Not only the heads, but the corpses were also rotting rapidly. The entire valley and even Kanagawa were filled with these rotten corpses. The stench in the air was strong enough to wither the grass and trees, and ordinary people would be suffocated to death if they came here.

Kirishima Miaki stood there, his eyes tightly closed, motionless, as if dead. However, the cracks on his body had mostly recovered, and it would take some time for them to fully recover.

Cao Yang twisted his neck slightly and moved his body, and all the bones in his body made crackling sounds.

The Blood River Ghost Den has opened again, but now the range of the ghost den is terribly small, and can only barely flood the surrounding area within a distance of more than ten meters. However, it is enough to invade the Blizzard Ghost Den.

The surging blood river instantly tore a gap as wide as a person in the falling snow, and Cao Yang pulled Qianye into it in the blink of an eye.

This is an eerily silent road up the mountain. There is thick, gray snow on both sides of the path, but this road is clean and there is no snow at all.

"Mr. Cao, this road is wrong."

Chiba said.

Needless to say, Cao Yang could also see it. To be honest, he hated the supernatural things related to roads. The haunted road left a deep psychological trauma on him, and the evil ghosts in it were even more despairing.

"Go up the mountain and find Liu Yin."

Cao Yang weighed the options for a moment and decided to go up the mountain. There was only one way and he would not take the initiative to touch the snow. Although the Blood River Ghost Den was restricted, Cao Yang believed that he was confident that he could deal with most of the possible dangers, and the Ghost Den was not his biggest reliance.

Without hesitation, Cao Yang took out a ghost candle, lit it, and handed it to Qianye, asking him to walk in front with the ghost candle, while he himself was ready to deal with danger at any time.

Green flames rose, and the ghost candle burned very quickly, but it could only barely disperse the blizzard within one or two meters around it. Conservative estimates showed that it could only last seven or eight minutes.

"Hurry up and get up the mountain. We can't let Liu Yin continue to complete the puzzle."

Hearing this, Qianye took a few steps toward the stairs quickly holding the ghost candle, but strangely, his feet suddenly slipped and he rolled down the stairs in an instant, and the ghost candle in his hand fell to the ground and went out.

"Mr. Cao, this..."

Qianye was a little at a loss. It was obviously not because he was really careless, but because some kind of supernatural influence had affected him.

(End of this chapter)