Twilight's Threshold Chapter 642: The City of the Wrongly Dead Within the City - Novel Cool

Chapter 642: The City of the Wrongly Dead Within the City

Chapter 642: The City of the Wrongly Dead Within the City

"Huff..."

The hole Zhao Sanyi dug wasn't large, but within the Netherworld, everything seemed to have lost the physical rules of the living realm. Hu Ma merely squeezed into the hole and instantly felt a hazy mist surrounding him.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself enveloped in a hazy, gloomy fog, goosebumps rising layer upon layer. Everywhere he looked, he saw nightmare-like scenes.

White bones piled up like mountains, and the ground was covered in corpse mud. In a daze, it seemed as if he was in a street, but on both sides were people hanging from ropes. Looking further, there were those half-buried in the ground, those who had starved to death with their bones protruding, and those who had their heads chopped off.

These terrifying scenes kept changing, layer upon layer, intertwining with each other. The dense grievance was oppressive, like a mountain pressing down on his body.

In the past, he had dealt with members of the Altar Sect, who were skilled in using grievance, but the grievance in the City of the Wrongly Dead was far more intense. Even a mere strand of it, casually picked up, was heavier than their aged, fermented grievance.

Especially these grievances were illusory and distant, passing through people's bodies, as if they could scatter all joy and happiness from one's heart, leaving only endless sorrow.

"In the City of the Wrongly Dead, most are wronged souls who died unjustly, carrying resentment in their hearts. When they descend, they bring with them the scenes of their tormented lives. That's why this city is filled with all kinds of human misery."

"If you want to see, you can see any tragic scene you can imagine here, and it's really..."

Chen Abao, wrapped in a black cloth robe by Hu Ma, slowly explained, and his mournful eyes began to shine brighter and brighter, "It's... too wonderful."

"...I almost want to live here."

"..."

"?"

Hu Ma was taken aback. Such a unique hobby for a young lady! But remembering that she was a living ghost from the Chen family, he didn't say more. He whispered, "Let's put aside your hobby for now. How are we going to find that malevolent spirit?"

Hearing Hu Ma's words, Chen Abao reluctantly withdrew her gaze and said, "Let's walk ahead and look."

'So you didn't know where it was, but came in to look for it?'

Hu Ma had no choice but to take a step forward. Just standing there, he felt the grievance as heavy as a mountain. But now that he was walking, he felt the grievance swirling around him, making movement easier.

Only then did he realize that in the City of the Wrongly Dead, the heavier the grievance, the more at ease he felt. The robe given by Zhao Sanyi had granted him an extraordinary status.

Walking in the City of the Wrongly Dead, there were even hanging ghosts, buried alive ghosts, and poisoned ghosts nearby, casting sympathetic glances at him.

Hu Ma tried to avoid their gazes, not lingering too long on any one ghost.

This was the City of the Wrongly Dead, or rather, a taboo of the Netherworld.

If one's gaze lingered too long on a ghost, the memories of its previous life would flood into one's mind. You would experience its sorrow, its past, its grievances, until you were overwhelmed by its memories.

However, while Hu Ma avoided looking at them, they all saw his robe and recognized his tragic past life.

They deeply sympathized with Hu Ma and even made way for this exceptionally pitiful ghost.

As Hu Ma ventured deeper into the city, he gradually noticed that everything around him was becoming more and more real. The muddy road beneath his feet felt increasingly solid, and the houses on both sides no longer kept changing; they seemed real, dark and cold.

Light and heavy, illusion and reality, the feeling was incredibly mystical, as if he had returned to the living realm.

"Purple Great Guardian?"

By now, even without Chen Abao's explanation, Hu Ma understood the key to this transformation.

How could there be anything real in the City of the Wrongly Dead? Only the Purple Great Guardian could transform this illusory place into a substantial one.

"Look, you've found it, haven't you?"

Chen Abao nodded and said, "The Meng family has grand ambitions. Many of their clan members voluntarily come down to serve their ancient ancestor, but their earthly lifespan hasn't ended; they're just living ghosts. How can they truly endure the hardships of the Netherworld?"

"So, they borrow the power of the Purple Great Guardian to make their living quarters as comfortable as the living world. When they descend, they still want to enjoy great blessings."

"This constant coming and going consumes a lot, and their ancient ancestor who has become an immortal is the one who uses the most Purple Great Guardians among the Ten Surnames..."

"..."

Hu Ma was very concerned about the Meng family's affairs, carefully noting every detail. He asked in surprise, "Is the Meng family the one with the most Purple Great Guardians?"

"No!"

Chen Abao said, "The Meng family uses the most Purple Great Guardians, but the one with the most Purple Great Guardians..."

"Is the Hu family!"

"..."

"Ah?"

Hu Ma was truly surprised to hear this.

"It's because everyone else has used their Purple Great Guardians, but the Hu family hasn't..."

Chen Abao explained, "I don't know why they keep such a good thing hidden and never bring it down here..."

'They're hidden...'

Hu Ma couldn't help but feel helpless: 'Hidden so deeply that even a member of the Ghost Walker Clan doesn't know about it...'

'It's all thanks to Second Pot Head's abilities that he managed to find it!'

'...'

During this casual conversation, Hu Ma had already walked through countless streets of uncertain reality. In the distance, he could make out a huge mansion, grandly built and lavishly decorated. Every brick and tile seemed incredibly real.

In the midst of the City of the Wrongly Dead, it resembled a small city with a group of people wearing fragrant armor patrolling around, their gazes vigilant and the defense extremely strict.

"Living people?"

Hu Ma, who had descended in his physical body, was highly perceptive and immediately halted his steps, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Chen A Bao's voice also lowered, whispering, "Usually, the Meng family doesn't allow living people down here, but now they've brought in a group, which means they're definitely up to something big. It's no wonder that the Nobleman Zhang's people and that malevolent spirit are in that residence."

"How are we going to find them?"

Hu Ma furrowed his brows. The residence was enormous, like a small city, and the defense was so tight that it was difficult to get in.

"Hehe..."

Chen A Bao let out a cold laugh. "Do you know why I accompanied you here?"

"My Chen family is most skilled in dealing with the dead. I can extract information from corpses."

"..."

"Huh?"

Hu Ma was a bit surprised. "But they're all alive..."

Chen A Bao said, "Just turn them into corpses, and it'll be fine."

"..."

Hu Ma was stunned by this logic. "That's actually quite reasonable..."

After a careful observation, he noticed that the spirit-bearing individuals were moving in pairs, highly alert. With the help of the New Year Guardian's acuity, he concluded that their abilities were likely at the level of entering the residence.

Hu Ma was confident he could take them out without much trouble, but if they raised an alarm, it might quickly attract others, potentially exposing their plan.

"The most troublesome thing about the Meng family is that they're hard to kill and quick to send messages. But I've been prepared for this."

At this moment, Chen A Bao spoke in a low voice, "I can at least prevent them from sending messages or summoning deities for a stick of incense's duration."

"Is a stick of incense enough time for you to kill them?"

"..."

Hu Ma nodded immediately. "It's enough!"

If the spirit-bearers couldn't summon deities, it would be like the New Year Guardian's inability to manifest a divine form, making it easier to kill them.

"Alright, take out the Four Pillars incense and light it here."

Chen A Bao instructed, and Hu Ma, being a Ghost Walker, usually carried incense, but most of it was in Little Red Tang's basket. He took out four sticks and planted them in the ground. The delicate incense quietly rose, blending into the surrounding waves of grievance.

Chen A Bao, despite having only one head, was very agile. He emerged from the black robe and puckered his lips, blowing forcefully at the four incense sticks.

Instantly, the swirling incense smoke became eerie, drifting forward, forming a dense fog that, along with the grievance wind and malevolent qi, enveloped the two individuals.

Hu Ma, sensing the right moment, immediately rushed forward with all his might, not daring to waste a second. In an instant, he reached in front of the two.

With a tight-lipped smile, he didn't respond but immediately executed the 'Mountain Opening' technique with a fist strike.

"Oh no..."

The two spirit-bearers, upon seeing the strange smoke approaching, had a bad feeling. But when they saw a figure emerging from the smoke and attacking them, they were clearly startled. One of them immediately stepped forward to engage, while the other quickly retreated to summon a deity and send a message.

However, as soon as he stomped his foot, he realized the incense he had been wearing on his head had gone out, and he couldn't summon the deity.

The one who engaged was met with Hu Ma's fist, shattering his defensive stance. Simultaneously, Hu Ma delivered a heart-piercing kick to his chest, causing a large indentation and shattering his internal organs. He didn't even have time to groan before collapsing.

The other, who failed to summon a deity, opened his mouth to shout but was silenced as the surrounding smoke filled his mouth, preventing any sound.

Hu Ma seized the opportunity, grabbing his neck and twisting it until it snapped. Then, he dragged the two bodies back to Chen A Bao's side and said with concern, "They're now corpses. You can ask them..."

"I just realized that if we can question corpses, why not interrogate the living?"

"..."

Chen A Bao rolled her eyes. "Living people are so cunning. How can they compare to the honesty of corpses?"

"Turn around!"

"..."

Hu Ma obediently turned around, assuming she was about to perform the Chen family's secret technique and didn't want him to watch.

He heard a loud "Ahh!" from behind, followed by a sizzling sound. After a while, he heard a "Done," and turned to see Chen A Bao licking her lips, her cheeks slightly flushed, looking as if she had just drunk several bowls of wine.

He glanced at the two corpses and noticed a hole in their heads, leaving them hollow.

"Let's go..."

Chen A Bao savored the moment for a while, her eyes half-closed, and chuckled, "I've figured out the situation here."

"Holy crap..."

Hu Ma had a good idea of what had happened and felt a shiver down his spine.

(End of Chapter)

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