The Land of Peach under the night, neon lights flickering.
Perhaps because they lived in a ghost city and constantly needed a sense of security, the people here always preferred brightness.
As soon as it was night, they liked to turn on all the lights in their homes, dispelling the shadows in their hearts and illuminating the entire city.
“Alright.”
Looking at the landmark building not far away, the Burning Peach Ghost Tower, Bai Ziliang clapped his hands, stopped the carriage, and signaled for everyone to get off.
“Mr. Fan will be waiting for you here tomorrow morning, don’t be late.”
After reminding them, he turned back to the carriage and quickly disappeared from everyone’s sight.
“Where is everyone going?”
Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Ginger Tea asked proactively.
“I need to go home first.”
“Let’s find a place to eat first.”
“I want to go to the bathhouse.”
“Anyone want to go to the internet cafe together?”
Upon hearing this, everyone started talking at once.
“Hey guys, even though we’re not getting eliminated tonight, you don’t have to be so aimless.”
Ginger Tea couldn’t help but speak up.
“Then where are you going?”
Chen Yuan asked with his arms crossed.
“Of course, I’m going to the night market to eat grilled squid.”
Ginger Tea smiled and said, then ran to the side of the road, raised her hand to hail a taxi, and headed straight to the night market.
“Well… Su Wen, I’m leaving too.” Yo-yo said softly, “I haven’t been home for a long time, I need to let my family know I’m safe.”
“Okay.” Su Wen nodded in agreement.
After rejecting the proposal of several boys to go out together, Chronicle got on the last bus that went directly to the Sangmen Road.
Either old ladies or old men were on the bus.
Under the long-term erosion of Yin Qi, their faces were thin, resembling skeletons, and their bodies were hunched over. They coughed desperately from time to time.
They were wearing dark-colored old-style Jiuzhou clothes that were often used as funeral clothes.
In this dimly lit and rusty last bus, it was quite scary.
“This city is really like the underworld.”
Chronicle thought to himself, then turned his head and looked at Yingtai, who was sitting obediently on the side with his hands folded on his legs, a camera hanging around his neck, and Fan Lei, who was occupying two seats and seemed to be sleeping soundly with his head tilted back. He felt much more at ease.
This was his first time going to an underworld place without the protection of Seven Brothers.
He was still a little nervous.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust these two companions, but the sense of security brought by the Chinese gods was too strong. In comparison, there was inevitably a slight difference.
“Let’s summon Seven Brothers when we arrive, maintaining his existence is too draining.”
Chronicle thought to himself and closed his eyes to rest.
With his current level of mental power, supporting three card spirits in battle was already the limit.
He could only let Eight Brothers come out next time they “caught ghosts”.
“Be civilized and give way to the bus. We have arrived at Sangmen Road. Please passengers, alight in an orderly manner.”
After an unknown amount of time, a mechanical female voice sounded from the bus roof speaker.
Chronicle suddenly opened his eyes, supported the trembling old men and women with one hand each, and helped them off the bus.
The bus quickly drove away, as if it didn’t want to stay here for even half a second.
“Child, are you a Card Craftsman?”
At this moment, a little old lady who was only about 1.4 meters tall and had a hunched back suddenly spoke up.
“Yes, grandma.” Chronicle politely replied.
Apart from being shameless and greedy, he was actually a pretty good person.
“Are you going to the morgue?” The old lady’s cloudy eyes moved, her tone certain.
“Yes, I’m going there.” Chronicle nodded.
“Are you from out of town?” The old lady asked again.
“I’m a local.”
The old lady fell silent for a long time before continuing:
“Child, write down my phone number. Remember to send me a text message when you come out later. If I haven’t received any news after fifteen minutes, I will call the Card Craftsman Association.”
“Thank you, grandma.”
Although he had confidence in his own strength, having multiple layers of insurance was always good.
Thinking this, Chronicle took out his phone and wrote down the old lady’s number.
Then he helped the old lady back home.
“What a good child.”
Seeing this scene, Su Wen, who had been silently guarding in the dark, couldn’t help but sigh, “Talented, intelligent, decisive and ruthless in his actions, but still has a bit of kindness. How did we ever suspect such a good child?”
Fan Lei, lying on the rooftop, didn’t say anything, his pitch-black eyes staring at the stars in the sky.
He suddenly remembered the night when he and Bai Longfei were drinking tea in the tent, and the latter hesitated several times, implying that there was a problem within the association.
“But the association is currently short-staffed, with only a few of us, the president, Old Xie, Old Su, and me handling everything.”
“Old Xie should be fine, Old Su doesn’t have that kind of scheming, and the president is even less likely…”
“It couldn’t be me, right?”
After thinking it over, Fan Lei felt like his CPU was about to explode.
“Could I really have gotten senile?”
He scratched his black and white hair and couldn’t help but let out a sigh, feeling that something was wrong with him.
Su Wen opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.
At the same time, under the protection of Zongzi Ge and Yingtai, Chronicle walked along the street for nearly a kilometer and finally saw an ancient and quaint building.This place seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. The beams of the house were carved with unknown auspicious beasts for warding off evil, all covered in dust. The glass curtain wall in front was foggy, obscuring the view inside.
He reached out to remove the “Danger, No Entry” sign that was about to fall off, exerted force with one arm, and forcibly tore off the iron bar hanging at the door.
Chronicle pushed open the glass door, and the night wind rushed in, stirring up the dust on the ground.
Beyond the front room, where urns and a “sandbox” of graves were placed, what came into view was an extremely spacious hall.
Inside, there were dozens or even hundreds of bunk beds, the dust hanging on them was thicker than the white cloth covering them.
“Ying Tai, Zongzi Brother…”
Chronicle called out softly, turning his head, he saw Ying Tai holding a camera, looking for the right light and angle, but Zongzi Brother was nowhere to be found.
After looking around, he found him comfortably lying on a bunk bed by the door.
The corpse energy inside his body was also increasing at a strange speed.
“Zongzi Brother…”
Chronicle was halfway through his sentence when a gust of fishy wind suddenly hit.
Turning his head, he saw that the originally flat bunk beds had somehow revealed their outlines. Upon closer inspection, they were all human-shaped.
At this moment, Zongzi Brother dashed over, grabbed the attacking dry claw with one hand, opened his mouth, and spat out a blade-like death aura.
Seeing the attacker dodge, he extended his sharp, knife-like fingers and tightly gripped its face.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he dragged it forward at a ghostly speed, throwing it heavily into the corner of the wall.
With a “boom”, the decaying body of the attacker with a pockmarked face exploded on the spot.
The corpse energy it emitted was all absorbed by Zongzi Brother.
Seeing this scene, Chronicle’s eyes flickered slightly.
He quickly exchanged glances with Seven Brothers, who he had just summoned, and patted Ying Tai on the head, signaling them not to make a move.
This was a feast of Glutton that belonged solely to Zongzi Brother.
“But… didn’t Lao Fan say that these ghosts were very stable? Why did they come out as soon as they saw me?”
At the same time, this question arose in Chronicle’s mind.
In times of chaos, ghosts and spirits run rampant.
He had gained the ability to rewind and not die.
(End of the chapter)