Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 307: False Burial Ground

But Bai Zhi's eyes were not looking at the stone archway, but were staring at Du Fang, as if she wanted to see a flower in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Du Fang asked in surprise.

"That man just said that, aren't you curious about my background?"

Du Fang smiled calmly, "What's there to be curious about? That evil spirit has long been locked up and lost its mind. Even if I don't trust you, I still don't trust my Senior Sister Lingxiao in you."

Bai Zhi nodded and looked at him gratefully.

Du Fang added, "If you don't want to talk about it, why would I ask? If you want to talk about it, you will talk about it sooner or later!"

He stopped looking at Bai Zhi and was about to stride towards the center of the town when suddenly Bai Zhi stopped him and whispered:

"Don't rush in. Didn't you hear that person just now? Is there an evil spirit here from ten thousand years ago? Is it waiting for you and me?"

A scornful smile flashed across Du Fang's face:

"Evil spirits? When I first went down the mountain to slay demons, I saw so many evil spirits. They all died under the demon-slaying sword!"

"It's different here. This is an evil spirit that's over ten thousand years old. Compared to your things, it's like a drop of water compared to the ocean..."

"I don't believe it..." Du Fang was about to stride in again.

Suddenly, Bai Zhi stared at the bright red liquid flowing down the stone archway.

"What's going on?" Du Fang was a little puzzled, not quite understanding why she was staring at the stone tablet.

Bai Zhi did not respond, but walked forward silently. Very carefully, she touched a little on the stone tablet with her finger, sniffed it with her nose, licked it with her tongue, and said:

"It's not blood, it doesn't smell fishy!"

Bai Zhi pondered for a moment before softly guessing, "Before she died, the old woman said that this was the place where the evil god, on the verge of being suppressed, used his immense magical powers to move this world out. It was the birthplace of the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Ghost Clan. So this place should be no different from the towns outside in Jiuzhou!"

"This Saint was once the Ghost Emperor, an ascender from the upper realm. How is this possible?"

Bai Zhi didn't answer. She put her finger, which was dipped in blood-red liquid, next to Du Fang's nose.

"Smell it! This is a folk remedy for warding off evil spirits. It's made of the most common cinnabar, white ash, and a mixture of red lacquer. It won't rot for a thousand years, and Cordyceps won't grow. That's why it looks a bit like blood, which is just to scare people!"

Du Fang sniffed it carefully and indeed smelled a hint of white ash and cinnabar.

He often deals with evil cultivators and ghost cultivators among the people.

The folk methods of exorcism are very clear.

"This is strange. Such a terrifying ascender would be buried in a place with the most ordinary materials. Could it be..."

"What?"

Du Fang also began to speculate: "Could it be that only this most common material can preserve the soul for ten thousand years?"

Bai Zhi drew out the blood sword from her body, put it on her waist, and stared at the wide street:

"I don't think so. These most common evil-suppressing items are probably used to suppress the evil spirits that exist everywhere in this world..."

He said with a very nervous look:

"After we enter the town, be careful and don't leave me. I have a feeling there's something strange going on beneath this beautiful and peaceful scenery. Don't mess around with anything after we enter the town!"

Du Fang said, "The messenger said I was chosen by His Majesty the Underworld Emperor, someone who had passed the divine test and was summoned here. The evil spirit he mentioned won't harm us, will it?"

"What's more, there are two immortal artifacts suppressing them. Just the divine aura above them alone is too much for those evil spirits to bear!"

Bai Zhi suddenly smiled: "First, we are already inside the Chaos Immortal Bell. Second, this is a space created by Shen Tu. Countless cultivators have died in it. Moreover..."

She paused for a moment. "You Huang's identity is something she only revealed herself. And this strange man, Li Xueying, and the Long Nether Road in the Netherworld Scroll are all different from what my uncle described..."

"What did your uncle say?"

Du Fang began to become curious.

"My uncle said that the Long Nether Road leads to the burial ground of the ghost clan, and there is no Netherworld scroll. But now an ancient ghost clan has appeared, and the evil god is their saint. I always feel that something is strange!"

"Then do you think that this evil god who was suppressed ten thousand years ago is still alive?"

Bai Zhi frowned and suddenly said:

"Logically speaking, the evil god devours the souls of the living and the dead, and is immortal, but..."

"But within this scroll, there are countless wronged souls who have lived for over ten thousand years, all floating in the void. This is completely different from the legends outside!"

Bai Zhi showed a hint of joy:

"So you've noticed it too. I thought what that old woman said was odd. The evil gods live on the power of the dead souls, but the souls of the billions of dead souls of their spirit ghost clan are all fine and sound, and haven't been devoured by their majesty..."

"and……"

"And what?"

"So many corpses, all the ghosts who died in the catastrophe, have been gathered on a floating island. What are they going to do?"

"I don't know..." Du Fang shook his head slowly. His head was about to explode and he couldn't figure it out.

The two of them walked into the town carefully, step by step.

Du Fang guessed that the center of the town should be the burial place of Shen Tu, but after walking for a long time, they found that this town was no different from the towns outside.

The town is not big and was built according to the sixty-four hexagrams of the Book of Changes.

As they expected, although the sky looked yellow, there was no one on the entire street.

What was even stranger was that the house was brand new and the door looked like it had been painted for a long time, yet there was no one on the entire street and every house had its doors closed.

Are there still living people here?

This thought flashed through the two of them.

How could there still be living people in an ancient town that existed more than 10,000 years ago? But the town was clean and tidy, and the houses were new, so it was impossible that no one lived there. But now, looking over there, there is not a single person in sight.

"That's strange! How come there aren't even any tombstones in the Spirit Ghost Clan's burial ground? And why is it so clean?"

Du Fang couldn't bear it any longer and pushed open a door. Just as he was about to go in, Bai Zhi suddenly grabbed him and shook her head.

The two men found a high point and looked around. In front of them, apart from the rows of new houses, there was only a small ancestral hall in the center of the town.

Du Fang pointed at the ancestral hall, his voice filled with joy:

"Could the evil god's Dharma body be in that ancestral hall?"

"It's possible..." Bai Zhi's voice was also excited.

"This is where she was born. This is where she entered the world as a mortal and began her cultivation. The ancients said that the soul returns to its homeland. It's completely appropriate for Shen Tu to place his Taoist body here..."

"Come on!"

Du Fang immediately pulled him and walked towards the center of the town.

However, as before, the ancestral hall can be seen on the top of the mountain.

But once you enter the town, the ancestral hall disappears.

Apart from the rows of houses and bluestone streets, there are no other buildings.

"This is a bit weird!"

Bai Zhi suddenly closed her eyes, felt it hard, and suddenly shook her head violently.

"What's wrong with you?"

Du Fang was suddenly startled by her violent movement.

"This town is fake. When Shen Tu was suppressed by the Emperor of Heaven, she was equipped with three immortal artifacts from the upper realm. Moreover, she lost the battle in the upper realm and no longer has the cultivation and magic power to move such a small world!"

"fake?"

"Well, this is a glass world created by the remaining divine thoughts. It's an illusion, the burial place of the gods. It's definitely not like this!"

"What does that look like?"

"Before leaving, Li Xueying threatened us that there were countless evil spirits here. In a world like this, there's no place for evil spirits to reside. Souls need dark and damp places to inhabit. A place like this with clear skies and fresh air is absolutely not suitable!"

"you sure?"