Chapter 116: 117. Chapter 117: Mud Horse Old Man

117. Chapter 117: Mud Horse Old Man

Li Yi's actions were very decisive after having a goal, and he didn't drag his feet at all.

Walking quickly, even if some weird people stared at them, it didn't matter.

Once he bought the mud horse, Li Yi would immediately take Zhao Qian and ride the mud horse to leave Ghost Street. Time is pressing now

Very quickly.

A familiar little street appeared before Li Yi's eyes.

"This is the place, where I bought the Coffin Lingzhi and the Mud Horse last time." Li Yi walked quickly into this street.

It was the same as before, with many strange and peculiar people. They sat squatting, standing, or reclining on the roadside without saying a word, with many goods for sale laid out in front of them. These goods were also varied; some sold paper figures and paper clothes, some sold coffins and spirit tablets, and some sold grave goods.

Li Yi had not walked far down this street.

He found a familiar stall.

It was a deathly still, withered old man. The old man sat cross-legged in front of the stall with his head bowed low, as if he had fallen asleep or had been dead for many days. Not a trace of living breath could be felt from him; instead, his whole body emitted a faint stench, like a corpse. However, some goods were laid out in front of his stall.

Compared to last time, these goods had changed significantly.

Li Yi stood in front of the stall, his gaze searching constantly.

"Which item are you looking at?" The old man's low, hoarse voice sounded, showing he was not dead and was still alive.

"??"

Under his hood, Li Yi's expression turned strange, and he stared at the old man with a pair of eyes.

Was I just scolded?

"I'm looking for a Mud Horse," Li Yi said immediately.

"The Mud Horses are sold out." The withered old man then raised his head slightly, his pair of turbid eyes looking over, seemingly recognizing Li Yi as well.

After all, he was the only one who dared to spend sixty years of his lifespan to buy Coffin Lingzhi; it was hard not to have an impression of him. It was just unclear what happened—the eighty years of lifespan earned last time hadn't been redeemed yet. Could it be that the Yin soldiers and Yin generals hadn't collected the lifespan from this young man?

However, the matter of collecting lifespan had nothing to do with him; he couldn't control it.

"What? No Mud Horses?" Li Yi was stunned for a moment. "I wanted to buy another Mud Horse. When will there be Mud Horses for sale? I'll come back next time."

"There won't be any next time either," the withered old man said abruptly.

Li Yi's expression couldn't help but change.

If he couldn't buy a Yin Horse, he would have no Clay Horse to use when he returned from Xingzhou to the Ghost Street next time, which meant he wouldn't be able to return to Tianchang City. This meant he would be trapped in Xingzhou.

This was not good news.

"Forget it if there aren't any. I'll go look elsewhere." Li Yi didn't want to waste time, so he immediately set off to leave.

"Wait." Suddenly, the withered old man called out to Li Yi.

"What is it?" Li Yi stopped his steps and looked back.

At this moment, the withered old man shifted his body slightly, revealing a faded wooden box behind him. Then, he slowly opened the box and took out another small horse molded from mud.

Li Yi's eyes were sharp; with a glance, he saw that there were many Mud Horses placed in that box.

Damn.

He was almost tricked. He thought this old thing really didn't have any Mud Horses to sell, but he didn't expect him to hide a whole pile in the back, just like a wholesaler.

He even suspected that this old man could make the Mud Horses himself.

"The old rule: ten years of lifespan," the withered old man said abruptly.

Li Yi immediately turned back: "Didn't you say there weren't any before?"

"Goods are precious when they are rare. If I sell too many, the Mud Horses in my hands won't be worth anything. Do you understand the principle of 'long-term business'?" The withered old man said, taking out another piece of white talisman paper. "You're a regular customer, so I don't need to say much, right? Sign here, and you can take this item."

Li Yi bit his finger and signed: "I don't understand any 'long-term business'; I only know you're doing hunger marketing."

"Seeing that you pay so readily, I'll give you a ten percent discount next time," the withered old man said. "But seeing that you don't have much lifespan left, I don't know if I'll have the chance to do business with you again."

If he remembered correctly, Li Yi's lifespan was one hundred and fifty, and now less than half remained.

"Don't worry, I'm a cultivator and will be immortal in the future. It's no problem to buy your whole stall," Li Yi said. "I'm worried about you instead. You're at such an age and look like you won't last many more years. If you're about to die one day, remember to tell me so I can buy a few Mud Horses in advance to keep, so I don't find nowhere to buy them later."

"If I die, someone will inherit my stall. The craft of the Mud Horse won't be lost, so you can rest assured." The withered old man's mouth twitched, and he glanced at Li Yi with his turbid eyes.

"That's good. Next time I want to buy more Mud Horses; don't refuse to sell them then."

After getting the Mud Horse, Li Yi had no time to chat with the old man anymore. He pulled Zhao Qian and left quickly.

After watching Li Yi leave, the old man returned to his previous state, sitting cross-legged in front of the stall with his head bowed, looking deathly still.

Li Yi returned to the main road of the Ghost Street. He didn't go far with Zhao Qian, but immediately found a relatively safe place to stop, then immediately took out a Mud Horse and placed it on the ground.

"Drip a few drops of blood on it, and the Mud Horse will turn into a real Mud Horse, taking us back to Master's side."

Zhao Qian nodded, bit her finger, and dripped her fresh blood onto the Mud Horse.

Very quickly.

A familiar and bizarre scene appeared.

After being nourished by the fresh blood, the Mud Horse immediately underwent a strange change. A black Yin wind suddenly blew around it, swirling as if forming a small tornado, and within this black Yin wind, the neighing of a spirited horse sounded.

A sturdy steed molded from mud appeared before their eyes.

The spirited horse snorted, emitting black energy, looking extremely eerie.

Li Yi leaped onto the back of this Yin Horse and reached out his hand: "Miss Zhao, let's go, we're going to save Master."

Zhao Qian reached out her hand and was immediately pulled onto the horse.

Li Yi protected her in front of him and then held onto the Yin Horse tightly to prevent falling off during the bumps.

The two had just prepared themselves.

The Yin Horse reared and neighed, then charged out like a violent beast, rampaging through the Ghost Street. It didn't avoid the wandering vengeful spirits and ghosts on the road at all; some unlucky ghosts were even sent flying upon being hit by the Yin Horse.

Seeing this, Li Yi understood slightly.

Why the Mud Horse was so expensive, requiring ten years of lifespan.

It turned out that this thing could not only send people back to their loved ones but also serve as a mount and knock away ghosts.

"What a fast speed."

Zhao Qian was shocked. She felt the surrounding scenery retreating crazily, her vision blurring. She felt as if she were riding the clouds. Before she could react, she saw that she was about to leave the Ghost Street.

"The speed of the Yin Horse is astonishing. I hope everything goes smoothly and it doesn't disintegrate halfway like last time," Li Yi thought to himself, feeling slightly uneasy.

This time, he was really leaving the familiar city to head to an unknown world.

As the Yin Horse galloped.

Before long, Li Yi and Zhao Qian had completely walked out of the Ghost Street, but the surrounding scenery was no longer the familiar high-rise buildings, but an open, pitch-black wilderness. This wilderness had no end, extending to the distant horizon, and a strange starry sky appeared overhead.

The starry sky was brilliant and shining, with two pale red moons hanging high on the left and right, appearing somewhat eerie.

Li Yi looked up slightly, his heart palpitating.

Sure enough.

He had successfully arrived in a strange place; this was no longer within the scope of Earth.

"Since I've prepared to come to Xingzhou to take a look, there's nothing to worry about. My parents at home have relatives helping to take care of them, and the nutrient solution I left is enough for several months. I'll go back after handling Master's matter," Li Yi thought to himself.

"Brother Yi, I've arrived in Xingzhou. I passed by here when I was running away with Father before..." Zhao Qian's voice came from in front of Li Yi; she was somewhat excited.

Everything felt somewhat unreal; she was really riding a Yin Horse with Brother Yi to find Father.

Li Yi felt somewhat stifled. Thinking that this was no longer the Ghost Street, he immediately took off his human-skin hood, carefully put it into his backpack, and then said: "Are you sure this is the direction Master fled in before?"

"I'm sure, I remember it very clearly. We even dug a cave here to rest for a while," Zhao Qian said confidently.

"That's right then. The Yin Horse will pursue your closest kin. Since the direction is correct, it means Master is still alive and hasn't died yet. It seems my previous thought was correct. And with the speed of the Yin Horse, we will see Master very soon. However, considering the existence of enemies, we must be fully prepared before that," Li Yi said seriously.

"Yes." Zhao Qian clenched her fists, ready for a fight.

Li Yi noticed another detail at this moment.

The Yin Horse was running in the wilderness, and its body showed no signs of damage.

This was completely different from when he returned to the danger zone before.

In the danger zone, the Yin Horse's body would be damaged every time it ran a certain distance, and large chunks of mud would peel off its body until it couldn't support itself anymore and disintegrated.

"Right, I remember now. Our world is polluted, and vengeful spirits and ghosts cannot survive normally. The Mud Horse belongs to the Yin Horse, which should also be a type of ghost, so it suffers Earth's pollution as soon as it leaves the Ghost Street and enters the danger zone. That's why it gets damaged and disintegrates, making me think the Yin Horse was just a disposable item."

Li Yi finally understood what was going on with the Yin Horse.

He had no experience before and didn't understand, so he didn't think about pollution. Now that the Yin Horse was running on the land of Xingzhou, he finally found the reason after comparing the two.

Sure enough, one learns as one lives; after experiencing more, one naturally understands more.