Twilight's Threshold Chapter 641: Zhao Family's Divine Technique - Novel Cool

Chapter 641: Zhao Family's Divine Technique

Chapter 641: Zhao Family's Divine Technique

"Oh?"

Hearing the confidence in these two, Hu Ma couldn't help but show respect, "Thank you for your efforts!"

The City of the Wrongly Dead was an inherent part of the Netherworld, teeming with evil ghosts and vengeful spirits. But now, it had been taken over by the Meng family, who had been managing it for a long time, making it their base in the Netherworld.

Even someone as powerful as Brother Erguotou couldn't figure out how to enter the City of the Wrongly Dead. Now, it was the perfect opportunity to see what the Ten Surnames could do.

"Then please lead the way!"

Zhao Sanyi asked Hu Ma to pack up, and then led the way. Soon, they arrived at the western edge of the village and looked out into the distance.

Outside the village, the Netherworld was still shrouded in mist, with countless wandering souls drifting aimlessly, unaware and unconscious. The massive City of the Wrongly Dead stood right in front of the village, seemingly endless, enveloped in gloomy clouds. On the city walls, armored evil spirits patrolled back and forth.

There were countless wandering souls in the Netherworld, wandering aimlessly, and they drifted towards the City of the Wrongly Dead.

Suddenly, these souls were grabbed by the evil spirits within the city, who extended their giant claws or opened their blood basin mouths to devour them.

The pitiful wails of the souls echoed, with no resistance to be found.

Hu Ma glanced at the scene and turned around, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Hehe, my friend, seeing this, do you really think the Meng family has the City of the Wrongly Dead in their grasp?"

Zhao Sanyi sensed Hu Ma's thoughts and chuckled, "Actually, that's not the case. The City of the Wrongly Dead is a manifestation of the will of the Netherworld, and within it are countless wronged souls who should not have died."

"Your Hu family was originally responsible for appeasing the grievances of these wronged souls and eliminating their sins. But with the Path of Reincarnation sealed, your family no longer performs this duty, causing these souls to cry day and night, their grievances growing instead of diminishing. This has made the City of the Wrongly Dead the most sinister place in the Netherworld."

"The Meng family did indeed take over the City of the Wrongly Dead, but even if they were to join forces with the other nine surnames, they could never truly subdue the vengeful ghosts within. After all, where does this 'grievance' come from?"

"It is because of resentment that grievances arise, and with grievances, it is impossible to subdue them. But the Meng family understands this, and they have assigned people to keep watch nearby to prevent anyone from sneaking in."

"..."

"Is it difficult to subdue those with grievances?"

Hu Ma listened attentively, finding his words reasonable. After a moment of thought, he said, "Then what about us..."

"Since the Meng family cannot truly subdue the City of the Wrongly Dead, it's convenient for us."

Zhao Sanyi chuckled, "The City of the Wrongly Dead is a gathering place for wronged souls. Any soul that should not have died and carries a grievance, after entering the Gate of Ghosts, will naturally arrive here, waiting for their grievances to dissipate before being judged for reincarnation."

"Therefore, entering the City of the Wrongly Dead doesn't require the Meng family's permission. As long as you appear qualified to enter, you will naturally be allowed in. Those who are not qualified will be discovered immediately, even if they manage to get inside."

"..."

Hu Ma's expression turned solemn, "Then what about us..."

Zhao Sanyi suddenly smiled, "It's simple. We just need to deceive the will of heaven."

"Oh..."

Hu Ma couldn't help but admire Zhao Sanyi's audacity, thinking to himself, "Indeed, the ancestor of the Trickery School is worthy of his reputation..."

"With just one statement, his aura is extraordinary, daring to deceive heaven."

"Moreover, before using this technique, he can even explain the principles to you, unlike Miss Red Wine, who has a few impressive tricks up her sleeve but performs them secretly, afraid of revealing her secrets and being seen through!"

"..."

Suppressing his excitement, Hu Ma asked, "What should I do?"

"Hehe, watch my skills. Just follow my orders."

Zhao Sanyi spoke loudly as they reached the edge of the village. Suddenly, he lifted his hand and pulled out a black cloth about two to three zhang long from his sleeve.

He held one end of the cloth and shook it, making it taut. Then, he reached into his other sleeve and took out a brush with ink on it. He quickly wrote on the black cloth.

The words were written in a flowing style, revealing the name, surname, and life expectancy of someone from a certain place.

After finishing, he pulled the black cloth and draped it over a scarecrow that had been prepared earlier. Zhao Sanyi covered the paper man with the black cloth and whispered:

"You were born into a wealthy family, with loving parents and siblings. But you were deceived by a matchmaker and sold to a brothel. Your family searched for you for years, and by chance, they found a servant who resembled you and brought him home as a substitute. They showered him with love and affection."

"You managed to escape and return home, only to find that the impostor had taken your place. Even after proving your identity, your parents and siblings only cared for the fake and despised you."

"You were cautious and careful, but you were still framed and blamed, enduring great suffering. One day, the impostor committed murder on the street. When the law enforcement came to arrest the culprit, your parents and siblings asked you to take the fall. You refused, and they slapped you twice."

"You were eventually knocked unconscious, poisoned, and had a black cloth placed over your head. You were taken to the execution ground and received a knife wound..."

"..."

"What the hell is this all about?"

Hu Ma, listening from the side, was confused, but upon closer inspection, it seemed quite touching. At this moment, Zhao Sanyi repeated what he had said and asked the paper man covered in black cloth, "Do you feel wronged?"

As he chanted the curse, the straw man covered in black cloth also forgot that he wasn't human and began to cry, "I'm wronged, I'm wronged, I'm the real young master. Why won't my parents, siblings, and brothers recognize me, and let me take the blame for that counterfeit?"

"I'm wronged, I'm wronged. I was supposed to have a wealthy life, but instead, I suffer and endure hardships, and I've already suffered this early death..."

"..."

As he cried, his grievances soared, and his voice was filled with resentment.

"The greater injustice is yet to come..."

Zhao Sanyi said, "You never existed in the first place. Everything I just said was a lie to deceive you..."

"Wail..."

The straw man under the black cloth shivered, and his grievances instantly intensified tenfold. He cried loudly, "Don't deceive me. If you don't seek justice for me, I won't leave..."

But Zhao Sanyi didn't care about any of that. He reached out and removed the black cloth from the straw man, who fell to the ground. However, the straw man seemed to have truly forgotten that he was just a bundle of straw, and he wailed repeatedly.

Fearing that Zhao Sanyi would harm him again, his stiff arms flailed, and the stick supporting his body jerked as he rushed towards the City of the Wrongly Dead, his cries growing louder and scattering a group of wandering souls.

"Here you go!"

Zhao Sanyi draped the black robe over Hu Ma, saying, "By wearing this robe, you'll absorb his grievances."

"Right now, he wants to enter the City of the Wrongly Dead, but he'll definitely be stopped by those armored evil spirits. However, it doesn't matter. As soon as he gets close to the city, the city will remember him. Then, when you enter wearing his grievances, you'll be able to move freely without any restrictions!"

"..."

Hu Ma was amazed, "Is that possible? How will I get in?"

Just as he was thinking about it, he indeed saw the straw man rushing towards the City of the Wrongly Dead and being stopped immediately.

But his grievances were too deep, and his cries and protests were all about entering, even if it meant being torn apart.

"Follow me..."

Zhao Sanyi seized the opportunity and pulled Hu Ma to the east of the village. From there, the City of the Wrongly Dead seemed to be behind them. Then, Zhao Sanyi led Hu Ma out of the village and towards the City of the Wrongly Dead.

A tall and magnificent wall, seemingly real yet illusory, loomed in the distance. He took out a piece of paper, tore a hole in it, and stuck it on the wall. Then, he silently chanted a curse and forcefully tore the paper off, leaving the hole on the wall.

He pointed and said, "Just crawl through that hole."

"..."

Hu Ma, who had just been marveling at the Zhao family's impressive abilities, was now confused, "You made it sound so good and impressive, but the way you're sending me into the City of the Wrongly Dead is by crawling through a hole?"

"This..."

Zhao Sanyi's expression was somewhat embarrassed, "Keep your voice down. No one else knows, so it doesn't matter how you say you got in."

"Besides, look at this hole..."

"If not for the Zhao family's abilities, who could create a hole in the City of the Wrongly Dead?"

"..."

Chen A Bao, standing nearby, said, "It's not created, it's because you've been secretly coming here these past few days to dig it out, right?"

Zhao Sanyi's face turned red with anger, and he scolded, "Shut up!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing at a time like this..."

Hu Ma took a deep breath, turned to look at the hole, and said, "Fine, I'll crawl through..."

"But you said you'd help me find Iron Guanyin... that evil spirit? How will I find her once I'm inside?"

"..."

"I have a way..."

Chen A Bao hummed and removed her own head, handing it to Hu Ma, "Take me with you!"

"Huh?"

Hu Ma was startled and unsure if he should take it.

Chen A Bao pushed her hands forward, "Take it, don't worry, I won't bite you randomly."

'It's not that, but even without biting, you're still creepy...'

Hu Ma was a bit numb, thinking to himself, no wonder the Black Magic Chen family is known for having a living ghost...

Seeing Hu Ma's strange expression, Zhao Sanyi also felt helpless. Fearing that Chen A Bao would get angry again, he quickly advised, "Take it, she's the only one who can help you find that evil spirit!"

Hu Ma reluctantly extended his hand to receive it. Chen A Bao added, "Be careful, don't pull my hair, I don't have much left."

Hu Ma simply grabbed a corner of the black robe and placed her inside.

Chen A Bao nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Zhao Sanyi and said, "Don't you dare take advantage of me!"

Zhao Sanyi glanced at her remaining body with disdain, "Look at yourself from the side, do you have tofu to eat?"

Chen A Bao instantly became furious, and sharp fangs grew from her mouth. Hu Ma was truly at a loss, not knowing how long their argument would last. He quickly covered her head and said, "Both of you, let's focus on the task at hand first!"

As he spoke, he crawled through the hole. In an instant, an invisible force seemed to suck him in.

At that very moment, inside the City of the Wrongly Dead, in a luxurious and lavishly decorated room, where countless evil spirits wailed outside, a pair of pale hands gently set down a teacup.

With a calm expression, a smile curved her lips, "You're here!"

(End of Chapter)

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