CH 36

The little monk’s expression was steady and he didn’t look in the direction pointed by the Bone Ghost King, saying slowly: “Don't pretend to be a ghost, this kind of trick is too old-fashioned.”

“Jie Jie Jie Jie, a trick?” 

The Bone Ghost King laughed rudely, disdainfully yelling at him: “You didn’t event know that there is a ghost that infiltrated the crowd, making false claims everywhere, what a soul child!”

“Hey, no matter who you are, cooperate with me, and you and I will swallow this tender little monk!”

Wu Rong stood in place with heavy eyes. The dream of the big ghost is too real. People who come here can even see Wu Rong and interact with him. Just like the ghosts before, and the white bone ghost king now. This illustrated one point:

The big ghost was really immersed in this dream, and blended in, as if he was really living in this memory. So Wu Rong, who has a blood contract with the big ghost, is equivalent to actually being in this dream and being perceived by the people in the dream. 

In this way, the big ghost is definitely the core and most important character in this scene, and his every move will affect the development of the dream.

Would it be the Bone Ghost King?

Wu Rong looked at the scarlet skeleton, Qingwu Cliff was the site of the battle between the Bone Ghost King and Master Fu. Wu Rong vaguely remembered the vision he saw when he swallowed the Ghost Child’s finger bone when he fell. The earth was filled with blood and mud, and under the blood mud was a scarlet skeleton. The time and the place matched. If this skeleton grew bloody hair and put on clothes, would it look like the big ghost with red clothes and black hair?

No, it’s not.

The tip of Wu Rong’s nose moved slightly.

The Bone Ghost King is also very fragrant, like a pot of extremely delicious braised pork ribs, cut out the best meat quality short ribs, stewed soft and delicious, and the bones are covered with red and shiny sauce. With a light sip, the crispy and delicious meat would melt in your mouth. The brittle bone would not grind the teeth, only being crisp and delicious.

But he has a different taste from the big ghost.

Since it is not the big ghost, can I eat this ghost in my dream? 

Wu Rong began to think about this question.

Although it is estimated that there is no realistic effect, but he is really hungry now, it would be good if he could taste it even if it would not raise his yin energy.

And dreams are recurring.

Could he be able to eat this Bone Ghost King over and over again? 

Wu Rong took a step forward.

“Yes, that’s it! You and I attack back and forth, and I can give you the most tender meat of the little monk!”

The Ghost King of White Bones laughed loudly: “You fit my temper!”

Wu Rong stepped forward again. Taking a step further, hunger prompted an invisible and cold force to gestate and grow deep in his body, just like the extremely cold and icy aura that grew in his body when he saw Fu Qing’s Zhengyang fire from a distance before. At this moment he is in the state of soul body, that strange, chilling coldness came back, occupying his limbs and bones, with a destructive attitude, as if something was about to break through the shackles of his soul and form itself. 

His fingertips felt numb, and Wu Rong subconsciously rubbed them. The next moment, a glimmer of cold and eerie fire suddenly ignited.

The flames on his fingertips were extremely weak, three points thinner than a candle flame, erratic and fragile, as if they would be extinguished at any time. But it was these flames that suddenly filled the sky covered with the blood fog beside the white bone ghost king. The White Bone Ghost King’s incredible roar sounded in the thick blood fog,

“Impossible, how could you have the Yin Eroding Fire!”

“Who are you!” 

There was a trace of fear and panic in the depths of his voice, like a bone meeting a dog, or a mouse meeting a natural enemy, as if that ray of fire was an extremely terrifying beast. The dense blood mist rose like a curtain covering the sky and the earth, and it threatened to kill Wu Rong. But in the next moment, the Bone Ghost King made a movement that no one expected.

He turned around and ran away!

A skeleton wrapped in blood mist suddenly flew into the distance, flying like a red blood arrow, and it flew into the sky in a blink of an eye. But in the next moment—

Boom! 

The deafening thunder burst through the sky, and the rumbling sound was continuous, making people jump with fear and clench their throats. A purple electric light filled the darkness and with dead silence appeared behind the blood cloud and slashed at the Bone Ghost King with the might of thunder.

Boom!

The blood mist that had fled so fast just now rushed back at a faster speed and fell to the same place. The dense blood mist dissipated, and it was more than a half lighter than before! The bones of the Bone Ghost King cracked in pain, and he roared into the sky angrily,

“Old-nosed old man, don’t you dare to hack Grandpa again!” 

As he wished, a peach wood sword shadow wrapped in thick purple thunder and lightning fell coldly, cutting off the blood thick curtain cloud. The power of the sword was beyond pure thunder, and it tore up most of the ghost realm of the White Bone Ghost King. The blood cloud sky split, revealing the normal, lead gray sky outside. The soil on the land full of blood mud recovered its original color, and the blood pool evaporated and disappears. Overlooking the earth, it was like a yin and yang fish, half of them were restored to a normal soil color, and half of them were the regions where the white bone ghost king was located, still full of a scarlet color.

Feeling something, Wu Rong looked towards the top of the earth.

A young Taoist priest in elegant Taoist robes walked slowly with a mahogany sword in his hand. He seemed to have come out in a hurry, and he didn’t even have time to tie his long hair, so he simply tied it up with a bamboo hairpin. The wind and cloud stirred his sleeves, and the purple electric waves reflected on the mahogany sword. From such a distance, you couldn’t see his face clearly, but you could feel that although his figure was a little thin, like a crane and a bamboo, he was as handsome as an immortal.

Such a person did not seem to be good at fighting. It seemed like he should open a forum in a Taoist temple to give lectures, and should hold a cinnabar red pen to draw mysterious talismans. But when he killed the Bone Ghost King one by one with only one sword, the murderous aura on his body that was as sharp as a knife seemed to be able to cut people’s skin. 

Kill the root!

“Grandmaster Fu is here!”

Wu Rong heard the voice of the surviving soldiers relieved with joy, and saw the people with overdrawn spirits sitting on the ground, calm. It seemed that as long as there was this person, there was nothing to fear, nothing to worry about. Even if the enemy was a white bone ghost king with terrible strength.

Just as ordinary people trust him, they also trust the person who was fighting the Bone Ghost King. 

“Amitabha.”

An immature Buddha’s chant sounded beside Wu Rong: “This benefactor looks a bit unfamiliar.”

Wu Rong withdrew his gaze and looked down at the young monk. At this time, Kuchan looked only twelve or thirteen years old, and his monk clothes were a bit out of place. He rolled up his sleeves, and on his wrist was a string of relic beads.

“This is a relic of my master.” 

Be Jtjc aklgifv atf yfjvr, atbeutaoeiis: “P tjnf j ojaf klat atf yfcfojmabg, yea la lr cba atf ojaf gluta cbk.”

“Zjs P jrx kts atf yfcfojmabg mjwf?”

Ktf ilaaif wbcx tjv mjiw jcv klrf fsfr. Ycis ktfc jrxlcu defralbcr, tf gfnfjifv rbwf meglbrlas atja yfibcufv ab tlr juf.

Why? 

“P’w ibbxlcu obg j utbra.”

Wu Rong looked down and saw his increasingly translucent body. It was almost time to leave, but he still hadn’t found the big ghost yet. Could it be that the big ghost is the grandfather or elder of the Bone Ghost King, and when the Bone Ghost King is beaten up or killed, he will “Hit my grandson, Grandpa comes” and come out to confront Master Fu and others?

“I want to know his obsession.”

“Obsession.” 

The little monk said to himself, seeming to realize: “We are all obsessions.”

“The person you are looking for, benefactor, is here, but not here.”

The little monk murmured, his star-like bright eyes looked deeply at Wu Rong, and his eyes seemed to have substance. They were sliding from his forehead to the bridge of his nose.

“Why do I see two lines from your face?” 

“One is to die in anger. All your life’s, relatives and friends are separated from each other, and you have suffered a lot. Half of your life is miserable and you can’t attain anything, and when you have finally achieved great evil and terror, you still can’t be free. The other one seems vague, not like this life, but like another life. It’s also hard to hit the target. Your whole life’s efforts ended in nothing, and you died young. ”

“But you didn’t come back from a dead body. Strange, strange. The two lines are merging. The collision will produce a different future…”

Suddenly, the little monk closed his eyes, two lines of blood flowed out of his eyes, and he coughed again and again, his voice also became weak,

“The secret must not be revealed.” 

“This is the fate between me and the benefactor, but the benefactor is destined to be my future apprentice.”

The little monk shook his hands, took off the string of relic beads, and put them gently and firmly in Wu Rong’s hands. He said: “If there is a chance to meet in the future, I hope that the benefactor will look at this string of Buddhist beads, and I will be very grateful to help you a little bit.”

As soon as the Buddhist beads were in his hand, Wu Rong felt a warm current. It was more gentle and lasting than the fierce and hot Zhengyang fire, just like a ray of sunshine shining in a dark corner. The sun brushed all his limbs and bones, gently suppressing the rising cold air. The pale flames disappeared, and the hunger that had plagued Wu Rong disappeared. It like seemed his mood became peaceful, joyful, and his mind was calm.

This was the relic of the eminent monk. 

He is afraid Master Kuchan’s grandmaster is also an exceptional person.

“Try your best.”

Wu Rong didn’t make a promise, but the little master Kuchan in front of him laughed contentedly, and even pushed his hand: “Put it away.”

“It’s almost over.” 

At the end of the battle between Grand Master Fu and the White Bone Ghost King, the nine-turn lightning strike peach wood sword triggered the sky thunder, like a giant thunderbird, which shot down the White Bone Ghost King who had been supporting himself for a long time. The White Bone Ghost King had finally reached his limit, and his blood color had faded, revealing white bones as white as jade. The fragments of the white bones fell like rain, falling heavily into the thick blood mud, rolled up and swallowed by the blood mud.

The fierce battle of powerhouses would naturally affect the surrounding environment. The land around Grandmaster Fu had been hacked by thunder. The land was scorched and cracked, and the sound of thunder was endless. In addition to those consumed by the sky thunder, the White Bone Ghost king also melted into the earth in the fierce battle. The soil was as thick as blood, and the blood seemed to be rising. It collided with the thunder in mid midair and they dissipated each other.

“I’m afraid it will take a hundred years for this place to return to normal.”

The young monk’s voice was in his ears, but Wu Rong only had eyes for the Taoist priest standing on the bloody earth. He stood there like a tree in the wilderness, his back was still straight, awe-inspiring and aloof, as if he would never bend. Standing silently, one man and one sword, he stood like an impenetrable city wall, guarding the world devastated by raging ghosts. 

When the fire broke out, there were no survivors in the town. Too many corpses had to be gathered and burned to prevent the epidemic after the disaster. The flames burst into the sky. With the voice of the little monk reciting the “Tripitaka Sutra”, I wish the deceased could enter the samsara as early as possible, Wu Rong was also floating upward, and his body was getting lighter and lighter, like a wisp of wind and light bubbles.

He was about to leave this dream and return to reality. In a trance, Wu Rong saw the blood gather again, and the soldiers returned to the defense line. The young armed policeman who died came back to life, his dirty face was full of determination, and he lay tensely in the trench, aiming his gun at a distance. More soldiers like him stood firmly at the entrance of the town like a steel city wall. In the shadows of the collapsed buildings in the small town, pearl-colored ghosts looked anxiously at the battlefield, silently praying for the survivors.

As the rain of blood drizzled down. Grandmaster Fu’s figure disappeared like smoke, and large skeletons crept out of the blood mud and attacked humans unsteadily.

“Fire!” 

The dream created through obsession was replaying, but Wu Rong had already left. He slowly opened his eyes on bed No. 7 in dormitory No. 444. The sun was shining brightly, and the little green snake coiled beside his pillow, sleeping soundly. The early-rising black rock tarantula was busy, and without breakfast, it could only clean up and eat the web that had been knotted on the wall last night, then climbed back into the clay pot by itself, and closed the lid with a snap of its flexible forelimbs.

Wu Rong felt a small mass behind his head. He sat up and touched under the pillow, and his hands suddenly stopped.

In addition to the blood-stained paper crane, there was also a string of relic beads under the pillow.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly, a butterfly dreams of Zhuang Zhou, which one is true and which one is false? 

It is estimated that there are very few people in the world who can be like Master Kuchan.

“Róngróng, you’re awake!”

The dormitory door was pushed open with a creak, and Chi Fangfang came in with her head, and said in a low voice, “Go and wash up, there is a statue exhibition in the art building today, don’t you always want to go—”

“Come on, Chi Fangfang, look at your moral integrity. You smell like a toilet. Who would be willing to be in the same place with you?” 

With a sneer, the chestnut-haired girl pushed Chi Fangfang away from the door, took her toiletries back to the dormitory, and looked Wu Rong up and down. The original scrutinizing eyes shrunk when they met his dark eyes, and the momentum became weak, but she was still willing to say: “Wú Róng, when on earth did you approach Mr. Ye, eh?”

“Mr. Ye?”

Bed No. 1, the head of the dormitory who was styling herself wondered: “Isn’t Mr. Ye the English teacher of the advanced class? He is not on the same floor as us.”

“Say it quickly!” 

The chestnut haired girl was aggressive and gnashed her teeth: “Wu Rong, did you fall in love with Mister Ye?”

“Otherwise, why would he wait for you downstairs in the dormitory!”

Fu Qing waited for him downstairs in the dormitory?

Wu Rong was startled and put away the prayer beads and his belongings. It just so happened that he hadn’t received the Tiankeng reward for completing the task last night, but he could go with Fu Qing. 

Seeing that Wu Rong ignored her, the chestnut-haired girl’s face was distorted, revealing a hint of resentment, and the next moment she glanced down.

“Ah! Snake, there is a snake!! Why is there a snake here!”

Hiss!

While the chestnut-haired girl was jumping and screaming, Wu Rong picked up the little green snake and passed by her. When he reached the door, Chi Fangfang was very silent and her eyes were red. It seemed that she was very ashamed and sad because of the girl’s words just now. 

“Let’s have dinner tonight.”

The tragedy at Liuyang Vocational High School started when Chi Fangfang disappeared in the early morning of the third day. After that, several people in dormitory No. 444 either jumped off the building or went crazy until they all disappeared, but there was no record of Wu Rong in the data. Wu Rong was also a taciturn girl who was often bullied by her classmates and her only friend was Chi Fangfang. After dormitory 444 was annihilated, she also disappeared, but no one could tell when she disappeared and how she died.

Wu Rong wanted to find out the truth of the matter before Chi Fangfang died.

“En! It’s a deal!” 

Hearing what he said, Chi Fangfang couldn’t believe it at first, but then she nodded her head heavily, as if she was afraid that he would take back his words. The girl smiled through her tears and this seemingly ordinary girl looked a little cute when she smiled.

“Róngróng, you have to be careful.”

Wu Rong’s attitude gave her confidence. Chi Fangfang took his hand and reminded him in a worried voice: “Mr. Ye, alas, he looks very dangerous. If he wants to do something bad to you, you must resist and run away.”

“This is the chili water I got from the cafeteria yesterday, for your self-defense.” 

Chi Fangfang stuffed him with a small spray bottle, which contained light red liquid, looking pungent and irritating. Wu Rong nodded and put it in his schoolbag.

“Thank you.”

It stands to reason that the day and night of Tiankeng 444 are two dimensions, and those classmates and teachers who turned into ghosts in the night would return to normal in the daytime. Unless it was the point in the timeline where they actually died, such as when Chi Fangfang disappeared from the toilet in the early morning of the third day. Otherwise, no matter how many times they were killed, people in Liuyang Vocational High School would not remember what happened at night and would continue their normal campus life the next day as if nothing happened.

Just like the chestnut-haired girl and his roomates, they don’t remember the “Taoist Story” intimidation they received last night. In this way, Chi Fangfang’s different vigilance towards Fu Qing was noticed by Wu Rong. It seems that from the first time she met Fu Qing, she harbored deep hostility towards Fu Qing. 

What is the reason for that?

And when he was in the dream, the cold in his body gathered into a pale flame burning at his fingertips, and the thing that the White Bone Ghost King blurted out, what is the ‘Yin Eroding Fire’ that frightened him?

Unconsciously, Wu Rong rubbed his fingertips, thoughtfully. That kind of coldness lurked in his body, and occasionally it would appear with extreme hunger. For example, when devouring the finger bone of the ghost boy, or when collecting and paying the big ghost. It seemed that only when he saw Fu Qing’s Zhengyang fire last night, the cold had spread, but he didn’t feel hungry.

Maybe he can go to Fu Qing to try out. 

Thinking of the relic beads that he brought out of the dream, Wu Rong felt that the things in the dream were not accidental. That kind of pale flame may be his soul body state, or an ability that can only be used when his yin energy is more abundant, and it is closer to natural instinct.

“Let’s go.”

Sure enough, Fu Qing was waiting for him downstairs in the girls’ dormitory. A well-known young and handsome male teacher in the school was waiting downstairs in the girls’ dormitory, which naturally attracted countless people’s eyes and whispers. But Fu Qing’s face was always blank, as if he didn’t care whether he was the attention of all being or being cast aside by all beings, nothing in the world could move him. Only when he looked at Wu Rong and confirmed that he was not injured, would Fu Qing’s ice-like eyes flash with a ripple.

“I’ll take you to meet someone.” 

Fu Qing actually took the initiative to take him to meet someone?

Wu Rong was taken aback for a moment, and seeing that Fu Qing was about to leave and he grabbed his sleeve.

“I’m going to go to the art building first.”

Yesterday he completed the tiankeng task, and the reward of “a human head” did not fall directly on Wu Rong’s bed, he had to go to the art building to get it. 

What is the tiankeng consciousness’? Even now the federation can’t tell. The most likely thing is that they are the lives and deaths of the resentful ghosts in the tiankeng, a consciousness condensed over the years. There are different consciousnesses in every tiankeng, and the testers will undergo different tests. Some tiankeng consciousness’ like to let people do tasks, and some tiankeng consciousness’ like to watch the testers kill each other, where only one winner remains in the end.

And the rewards given by the Tiankeng consciousness’ are naturally from the spirits or ghosts of the Tiankeng. Some things are hidden in secrets, and even if the testers search all over, they can’t find them. Only the Tiankeng consciousness’ know where they are.

But after the reward appears, you have to hurry up to get it. The tiankeng consciousness just locates things and lets you get them. But if you go too late, the things that were put out may be taken by others first.

Fu Qing understood the priorities and changed direction as soon as he heard it. 

“Let’s go.”

On the way, Wu Rong turned on the live broadcast. Last night he thought there was a battle, and he didn’t want to expose the big ghost. Who would have thought that he could use Fu Qing’s power to complete the Tiankeng task so easily.

Since entering the tiankeng, almost all those who were willing to broadcast live had broadcast live. Although the live broadcast room would be disrupted and rearranged from time to time, most of the viewers had determined the live broadcast room they want to watch. After all, You Yingfa was the big anchor of the Ghost Fights live broadcast platform. Although he made a fool of himself in the underground air-raid shelter on the first day, he had a large audience base and many loyal fans. There were nearly ten million fans.

But with such a high popularity, he can only be ranked second. The live broadcast room that ranked first had not even started broadcasting, and the audience in it was twice as large as him! 

[The broadcast has started!]

[What the hell did I see, the No. 3 live broadcast room has started broadcasting again!]

[Oh my God, I was shocked that the anchor didn’t die, how on earth did she do it!]

[Stop talking, my memory is still in the toilet last night. Ugh, scary, I’ve never seen such a scary toilet, the host has no heart!] 

[Me too, until now I dare not go to the toilet QAQ. Has anyone seen what the black shadow in the toilet facing the sink is, is it a mop or a ghost?]

[Damn, if I continue, I’m going to have toilet ptsd!]

[Convinced, really convinced, on the first day of the live broadcast, she dared to watch the women’s dormitory toilet, and even dared to live in the most vicious dormitory No. 444. I am really convinced about the anchor. This is not a cute girl, she is almost the same as a fierce girl! This younger brother is willing to bow down, and a rocket launcher is sent.]

[I’m so anxious, can someone from the past tell me what happened? Why did the anchor shut down the live broadcast last night? I really want to see what the 444 dormitory looks like!] 

[Me too, I hate the live streaming platform for not allowing the anchor to watch the barrage at this time. Is this to prevent the anchor from fighting or is it to torture the audience!]

[I dare to swear that the anchor will be invincible in the future. Fuck, am I going to witness history? Looking back, I also grew up watching the anchor!]

[Why didn’t anyone notice the person next to the anchor, this looks like a man!]

[Don’t worry, there is absolutely no man who is worthy of the anchor among the trainees in the tiankeng this time, woo woo, sweetheart, let’s start more live broadcasts, mom wants to see you gently beating ghosts!] 

After Wu Rong opened the live broadcast room, a large number of viewers flocked in, accounting for almost two-thirds of the entire platform. The barrage of gifts frantically swiped the screen, and in a blink of an eye, You Yingfa’s live broadcast room was completely suppressed. Not only was the audience eagerly looking forward for it, but the official live broadcast room and the Public Security Bureau explaining the tiankeng also received the news of Wu Rong’s broadcast at the first time.

“Amitabha.”

Master Kuchan said the Buddha’s name, clapped his palms and smiled: “Yesterday, the poor monk had a dream.”

“Oh?” 

The old Tianshi and others immediately saw that when they reached the level of Master Kuchan, their dreams were not only dreams, but also intended to predict the future.

“What did the master dream about?”

“The poor monk dreamed about the string of Buddhist beads that I lost in the Qingwu Cliff battlefield when I was young.”

Master Kuchan shook his head and smiled: “No, I can’t say it was lost. I vaguely remember that it was given to someone. But I forgot who the predestined person is. I dreamed about that place again last night.” 

“Qingwu Cliff Battlefield.”

The skinny old man pondered: “Could it be that the Bone Ghost King is about to recover?”

“Master, did you dream about that predestined person?”

Zheng Ju was the first to react: “Who is he, and will it affect the next passage of the Lantern Ghost King? ” 

Master Kuchan just smiled, neither agreeing nor disapproving: “The secret must not be leaked.”

“There are talents from generation to generation.”

In the official live broadcast room, as a special guest, Professor Tong Fuyuan from the Capital’s Tianda University has always been objective and introverted in his evaluation of others. It was rare for him to express his appreciation and admiration so directly.

“If the tester in live broadcast room No. 3 is willing to continue his studies, I will welcome him on behalf of the capital’s University.” 

Professor Tong Fuyuan is young and handsome, and a rare psychic with a deep background. This professor of the Tianda University in the capital is also the vice president of Tianda University, with a complicated network of contacts, even President Lin has to take his face into account. Once Tong Fuyuan said this, it was equivalent to him directly handing a golden stepping stone to the anchor of No. 3 live broadcast room!

As soon as he said this, the audience went crazy. Countless people squeezed into live broadcast room 3, and the number of people in the live broadcast room doubled again and again. It was like a miracle! At this time, Wu Rong and Fu Qing had already walked to the downstairs of the art room. Seeing the skyrocketing number of people in the live broadcast room and the rain of gifts swiping the screen, as Wu Rong had already seen it last time, this time his mentality had stabilized.

But last time he showed the audience the women’s dormitory toilet, this time he should also give back to the audience.

“Yesterday I completed the tiankeng’s task.” 

Wu Rong said, walking up the stairs with Fu Qing.

“Next, I’ll show you a human head.”

The audience in the live broadcast room who were frantically rewarding each other announcing that they had become fans of the anchor: ? ? ? ?

The art building of Liuyang Vocational High School had six floors, each of which belonged to different subjects. The human head of the Tiankeng award was on the fourth floor, where the students took the sculpture technique class. There were many student works inside, and most of the sculptures were covered with white cloth. 

In the campus ghost stories, there were also many ghost stories set in the classroom where the statues are stored. Bloody carving knives, moving statues, students jumping off buildings, etc. But he didn’t know if it was because it was daytime or because Fu Qing was by his side, Wu Rong arrived in the middle of the classroom smoothly. On the table in the middle, a statue half as tall as a person was covered with a white cloth, and the sign below read:

[Pseudologoi (pseudo-logoi)]

(God of Lies, Canvasser, Prophet, Deceiver)

Using the method taught by the Tiankeng Consciousness, Wu Rong picked up a tattered toy harp in the corner where sundries and garbage were piled up in the corner and placed it obliquely in front of the statue. The vase was placed beside the harp. When he finished these, the white cloth covering the statue fell without wind, revealing the true face of the statue, followed by an extremely pleasant and elegant aria that sounded like an elf singing. 

“Oh, it was you, it was you who awakened me. My dear, great master, noble, sovereign queen. I foresaw your coming in the whisper of the bluebells and the morning light. Forgive me, who is lowly, I am so small that I have no strength to break away from these old, heavy gallows, I can only kiss your shoe toes from the air.”

“prprprpr ”