Chapter 253 People in the Ancient City

Cold, dead silent, unable to move, even moving a finger seemed like a luxury. This was how Cao Yang and Liu San felt after entering the Ghost Lake.

However, Cao Yang's situation is different. His essence is a memory, a ghost den at a special level. The body in reality is just a carrier and is dispensable to him.

"Although I can't move my body, I can still use my spiritual powers."

In the bone-chilling lake water, Cao Yang remained standing, neither sinking to the bottom of the lake nor floating up. This place called Ghost Lake seemed to have no buoyancy.

A few meters below his feet, there were more than a dozen pale, swollen corpses, some of which were human, and some were real ghosts. But without exception, the corpses were tightly entangled with many long black hairs.

"Is it these hairs that restrain the ghost?"

Cao Yang rolled his eyes and looked at the various strange phenomena in his field of vision.

Then, black blood began to ooze out of his body at an increasingly faster speed. The blood was extremely viscous, and was rapidly staining the surrounding lake water at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ghost blood, like the water in Ghost Lake, has the ability to suppress evil spirits.

A confrontation between the spirits has arisen. It seems that the outcome of the battle between the ghost blood and the ghost lake, which one has greater suppression, will soon be revealed.

The water of Ghost Lake was originally as black as ink. As the ghost blood continued to seep out and infiltrate, the lake water around Cao Yang was quickly dyed scarlet. Obviously, the suppression level of the ghost blood was higher than that of the lake water.

"Go to the City of Wasted Death first."

Cao Yang didn't plan to explore the Ghost Lake now. In his mind, the danger level of the Wrongful Death City was even higher than that of the Ghost Lake. As for the five ghost riders mentioned by Lu Jingxuan, they might have died. A spiritual place on the verge of losing control could not be maintained simply by human power.

With the infiltration of ghost blood, Cao Yang can now move freely in the lake, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is like a fish in water. The water ghosts and the ghost lake are deeply involved. Cao Yang can clearly feel that even if he does not use ghost blood, the lake water will not bring him too much trouble.

"This boat is not going to be used for the time being."

Cao Yang changed direction, and the inverted ancient city built with thick bluestone bricks appeared before his eyes.

"King Biancheng, the City of Wrongful Death, has a great reputation."

The next moment, Cao Yang's figure appeared on a street in this upside-down ancient city.

On the other side, Liu San also used his own means to isolate himself from the suppression of the lake water and successfully entered the ancient city. However, he was far away from Cao Yang, and the ancient city isolated their perception, so they did not know each other's location.

"The bankrupt ghost bank is in this city. I, Liu San, will inherit it without hesitation."

If there is ghost money, then there must naturally be money houses and pawnshops that produce or circulate ghost money. This is easy to associate with, not to mention a veteran in the supernatural circle like Liu San.

At the same time, there is a ferry crossing by a small river that flows through the ancient town of Taiping. It looks like it has been there for some time. The stone slabs near the ferry crossing are worn very smooth and are surrounded by weeds.

An old man with a hunched back was paddling an old gray-and-white sailboat towards them. But when they got closer, they found that the boat had no bottom at all, and the old man was standing directly on the water without sinking. This was obviously unreasonable.

The left side of the old man's body was extremely skinny, and the arm that held up the grass was dark, shriveled, and full of wrinkles, obviously having been exposed to the sun and wind for many years. The other half of his body was highly rotten, with the flesh and blood turning black, and filled with a strong stench of corpse.

Looking closer, the two sides of the old man's body seemed out of place, as if they were made up of two different halves of a corpse.

What was even more horrifying was the old man's left eye, which was a strange dark brown with twisted and wrinkled textures. It was not a living person's eye at all, but an eyeball carved from wood, embedded in the old man's eye socket.

The wooden eyeballs moved restlessly, as if they were spying on and sizing up the world. "In this day and age, there are still people sneaking into the Ghost Lake. They really think their lives are too long."

The old man shook his head and exerted force with his hands. The shabby black-sailed boat turned in a direction and drifted towards a nearby place. Soon, it disappeared on the misty water with the old man on it.

It was noon now, and the City of the Dead was indeed brightly lit, just as Lu Jingxuan had described, as if there really was a sun providing light to this upside-down ancient city at the bottom of the lake.

Cao Yang looked up cautiously and found an extremely tall building in the ancient city that stood out. That was the source of the light, like an artificial sun.

"Interesting, let's go and take a look."

The ancient city's interference and suppression of the supernatural is not deep. Although it has a great impact on the perception of ghost riders, the ghost den can still be used normally here.

A cold ghost wind blew by, and Cao Yang's figure disappeared.

However, not long after Cao Yang left, the place where he had just stood suddenly became distorted, and then a figure appeared.

The man looked to be in his thirties, wearing a white robe, with a handsome face and sharp features. He looked quite immortal, like a young Taoist priest.

"There are actually people who can enter the City of the Dead. I wonder if it was done by Mr. Lu."

Jiang Zixu stood there, muttering something.

"We have to find a way to reunite with Qi Ming. He and I are the only ones in the ancient city who are absolutely safe."

The next moment, Jiang Zixu's figure disappeared again, as if he had never appeared.

In a house on another street in the ancient city, Kong Wang was lying on the wooden bed in the room. He had been living a very depressed life in recent times and could only moan in this dark room every day.

"Taisu is good, but without them, I have all my abilities but cannot use them at all."

Kong Wang sighed and wasted time in the room in boredom. He was not an alien. Although his supernatural power was so special that he did not have to worry about the revival of evil spirits, he did not want to spend every day outside in fear.

The ancient city was too dangerous. It was still relatively peaceful during the day, but Kong Wang knew very well that once it was six o'clock in the evening, when the light disappeared, the horror of the ancient city would be truly revealed.

"This is not a solution. We still have to find Zixu or Qiming. If the three of us join forces, it won't be difficult to find Bansheng and Zhenrong."

Thinking of this, Kong Wang sat up from the bed, carefully opened a corner of the window that he had sealed, and revealed one eye to look outside.

"got windy?"

There was some doubt in Kong Wang's eyes. He had been in the City of the Dead for so long, but he had never seen the wind. The five of them had been out of touch with reality for too long and had long forgotten what nature was like.

"It's already afternoon. Let's live one day at a time."

Just like in the past, the ancient city was still as dead silent and oppressive. The sun was not the real sun, but a medium for spreading the curse. That was why Kong Wang sealed the windows, even though he would become a rat in a dark corner.

"arrive."

“Is this the ghost market?”

(End of this chapter)