Chapter 82: – Si Hun Shan – 42K Subscribers, Please Subscribe

It's also because Wang Wu and the others didn't do much renovation; the items were basically just tossed around, so cleaning up the cave they lived in was very convenient.

Various pieces of furniture kept being brought in, and the food was moved from the storage room into the storage chamber of the spherical fortress; after a bit of hustle, everything was packed up in about an hour.

The storage room and refrigerator at Assassin Brother's old home are far more impressive than those here and Wang Wu's old home.

No need to mention a freezer section… Actually there is no concept of a freezer or fresh‑keeping area, only different storage partitions for easier access and division.

In Assassin Brother's world, food storage uses a technology called the "Static Field"; simply put, time inside is frozen, so whatever state you put something in is the state you get when you take it out.

Thus, freezing and fresh‑keeping are both directly available.

And it can also directly stuff a person inside; if a child in the wild suffers a severe injury that a medical tent can't handle, you just toss the child into it, suspend the life, and treat them after returning to a professional medical facility.

This thing is absurd, extremely absurd. And Assassin Brother's old home is already in the year 2030; who knows if there are even more outrageous technologies.

But Wang Wu thinks it's unlikely; that place is already highly developed and advanced, and less than a hundred years is clearly insufficient to develop any new technology.

Otherwise, wouldn't that be a bit too god‑defying?

While sorting clothes, Wang Wu carefully folded and stored the clothes and shoes he wore when he first crossed over, as well as the two outfits Zhu San Niang gave him, and placed them in the bedroom wardrobe.

One of them represents memories of the past, the other represents a monster's love; Wang Wu values them both highly.

Of course, there are also some items given by Wu Er Niang and Shu Niang.

"Do we also need to keep these things?" Inside the spherical fortress, Zhu San Niang asked, watching Wang Wu's movements.

"These were given by you," Wang Wu said with a smile. "How could I throw them away?" He shook the pair of tattered pants that Shu Niang had given him. "Here, this is what Shu Niang gave… uh uh!"

His words were cut off as his mouth was blocked; after finally freeing it, Wang Wu pushed the female demon before him aside and said, "It's not the time yet, San Niang, we'll discuss it later."

"Hmm," Zhu San Niang smiled, gave him a quick kiss on the face, and then vanished in the room.

If it can instantaneously transmit in, it can also instantaneously transmit out; this thing is indeed very convenient.

First came furniture and food, then various clothes, and finally assorted small items. When all the

things had been moved in, then came the lights. As the final four lamps were carried back to the fortress by four demons, the cave where Wang Wu had lived for almost a year finally completed its mission and retired gloriously.

Looking at the hatch above his head and then at the pillar lamp in his hand, Wang Wu thought for a moment and transmitted out again.

Inside the cave, gazing at the pitch‑black dwelling, he recalled the memories of living here before, the images flashing in his mind, causing him to involuntarily…

Um, better not reminisce; right now the important matters are pressing.

After placing the lamp in the living room and taking one last look around, Wang Wu raised his hand in a bow toward the cave that had been his long‑term residence.

Then he snapped his fingers, and the Vajra Demon‑Suppressing Formation outside the cave vanished instantly.

At that moment, countless crimson eyes in the forest also turned toward this spot simultaneously.

Wang Wu didn't hesitate and disappeared on the spot. At the instant he vanished, several figures immediately appeared inside the cave.

Their crimson eyes stared fixedly at the spot where Wang Wu disappeared, as if something truly existed there.

Back at the fortress base, Wang Wu sat in the control room, exhaled toward the external monitoring screen, and upon seeing the cave's footage, he burst into a laugh:

"Ha ha, you're stupid, huh? Can't find where I went, huh? Ha ha ha ha, you idiots."

Wang Wu sat in his seat, chuckling, and said.

There were five figures in total, their forms indistinct in the darkness; one resembled a long rod, two were skinny humanoid shapes.

As for the last two, Wang Wu only saw two pairs of crimson eyes rotating endlessly inside the cave, but he couldn't see their bodies, so he wasn't sure what they were.

Demons take countless bizarre forms, but without exception, they all have a pair of blood‑red eyes.

"Wu Lang," at this moment, several female demons entered the control room, "Everything's been organized, Wu Lang; the unnecessary items have already been stored in the warehouse."

"Hmm," Wang Wu nodded, "Thanks for your hard work, Wu Er Niang, Zhu San Niang, Shu Niang."

The female demons smiled and walked to their respective seats; Wang Wu pulled down the control lever, and the spherical fortress began traversing underground.

Although there's no real need for it to travel underground, the name calls for it, so it has to burrow a bit. Besides, this makes it even cooler, doesn't it?

An hour later.

Zhu San Niang, sitting in the driver's seat, turned her head and shouted at Wang Wu.

Zhu San Niang, seated in the pilot's seat, turned her head and called out to Wang Wu.

"What's wrong?" Wang Wu looked at her.

"Is it…" Zhu San Niang stammered, "Is it a bit slow?"

Wang Wu was a bit embarrassed for a moment, because this thing's speed really wasn't fast. Its top speed was only eighty kilometers per hour, which for a few monsters was obviously a very slow speed.

Wang Wu was momentarily embarrassed, because this

thing's speed is indeed not fast. Its top speed is only eighty kilometers per hour, which is obviously slow for a few demons.

Of course, it's not that slow.

"After all, it's a cave dwelling, it can't run too fast," Wang Wu, who loves the spherical fortress, didn't want to insult it, so he defended it, saying:

"This speed is fast enough! A few hundred li in an hour!"

Zhu San Niang nodded, and her mind turned back.

But after a while, Wu Er Niang turned her head again and called out to Wang Wu, "Wu Lang."

"Er Niang?"

"Wu Lang, did you take the wrong turn?" Wu Er Niang asked.

Wang Gu Lin is very large, the forest is 100,000, the Si Hun Shan area is 170,000, together 270,000 square kilometers, equivalent to the area of a province in a previous life.

For a moment, the atmosphere became a bit awkward. But Wang Wu, ever thick‑skinned, immediately changed course and headed in the right direction.

Wang Gu Lin is vast; the forest covers one hundred thousand square kilometers, Si Hun Shan region covers one hundred seventy thousand, totaling two hundred seventy thousand square kilometers, equivalent to a province's area in his previous life.

So if you say something happened and hide in the forest, there's really no problem. That's why you can see some human traces in Wang Gu Lin, as well as a considerable number of Zhou people's ghosts.

In fact, most humans who die in Wang Gu Lin aren't killed by demons; if demons had that ability, then He Dong and He Xi counties, and the surrounding villages, wouldn't dare stay so close to Wang Gu Lin.

Not to mention many people make a living in the shallow parts of Wang Gu Lin, since various mountain goods from the forest fetch high prices in human city markets.

The most frequent killers are humans themselves; Wang Gu Lin, being the best corpse‑dumping ground nearby, sees a few to a dozen deaths each year.

【61】 As for how to explain going back? They'd definitely claim they were abducted by demons.

【62】 About two hours later, with a few female demons… er, with his own house, Wang Wu arrived at a familiar place.

That was the little wooden hut where Zhao Xingyue had once lived. When the hut was seen again, its walls were already mottled with bloodstains, and inside lay a corpse, highly rotted.

It was clear the corpse had suffered much torment in life; many parts were torn, and many sections had been ripped off brutally. A head lay beside the feet, its cloudy eyes dim and lifeless.

The dead one's clothing was very luxurious, indicating a wealthy household; they were not old, about twenty years old.

After looking closely, Wang Wu stopped paying attention.

After a while, the camera returned, focusing on a jade pendant tied to the other's waist; the pendant was already broken, and faintly a "Wang" character could be seen on it.

"Eh, it's been dead for a long time, a bit of a pity."

Shu Niang looked at the corpse in the camera and sighed.

"Shu Niang, you don't eat people, what are you sorry about?" Wu Er Niang said with a smile.

"I guess so." Shu Niang smiled.

Continuing forward, after a while, Wang Wu arrived at the place where he had previously found Zhao Xingyue, the battlefield.

There was a corpse wandering the battlefield; its body was excessively elongated, the spine extending far forward, and at its very top was a rotted skull without a chin.

Wang Wu didn't know who it was, and after observing the battlefield, the goat demon's skeleton was still lying there, but its bones had turned from black to white.

"Is this considered transcendence?" Wang Wu said softly, looking at the corpse.

"I hope you can transcend."

Continuing onward, they soon officially reached inside Si Hun Shan.

It wasn't nearby; it was within the mountain.

This was Wang Wu's first time here, and the scenery before him surprised him.

A road—a broad avenue paved with white jade stretched deep into the mountains, its entrance flanked by two stone pillars carved with various beast patterns. On this wide, pristine, faintly luminous avenue lay countless corpses.

Some were weathered, leaving only white bones; others were highly rotted, yet Wang Wu could still see bodies that seemed to have died recently and remained intact.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Looking at the face, Wang Wu clicked his tongue regretfully, "It's rather pretty, but alas, dead."

"If Wu Lang likes it, you can take it back for use," Wu Er Niang said. "When monsters used to be nearby, some male monsters would venture here in winter onto this Si Hun Shan avenue to look for souls that had dispersed, and the well‑preserved corpses they found could be taken back for winter."

"Winter?"

Wang Wu was startled, "Won't they become evil corpses?"

He asked.

"The souls are completely scattered, so they can't become evil corpses… they could become corpse‑ghosts, but they rarely last long enough; the male monsters usually smash them before they turn."

Wu Er Niang replied, then looked at the corpse again, "Does Wu Lang want to take it back for use?"

"No." Wang Wu shook his head, then pulled the control lever and moved forward.

This white‑jade avenue seemed unusual; as Wang Wu walked along it, he kept seeing corpses of all kinds, which left him very puzzled.

Moreover, well‑preserved corpses were not limited to the avenue's entrance; the deeper he went, the more corpses appeared.

However, Wang Wu also began to notice that the clothing on those corpses gradually varied in style.

There were corpses whose attire resembled that of Zi Yuan, some similar to modern Zhou clothing, and others that looked like Zhou people but whose garment patterns differed.

And a completely unfamiliar style of clothing; although they all looked like Han‑style robes, one could instantly tell they were different.

There were stark white bones, highly rotted ones, lightly rotted ones, and well‑preserved ones.

In the well‑preserved corpses you could see Yin‑Shang‑style dead, while on the highly rotted bodies you could see Zhou clothing.

And atop the stark white bones were completely unfamiliar decorative patterns.

"How could there be… so many dead?"

Wang Wu had never asked Zhao Xingyue about Si Hun Shan, though Zhao Xingyue had spoken to him voluntarily about some things, but never mentioned this avenue.

"I don't know either." Several monsters also shook their heads. Wu Er Niang said, "I only know that monsters used to come here on adventures to feel the corpses, but they usually only touched the ones at the entrance. As for why there are so many dead, no monster knows."

Continuing along the road, the party of monsters had been traveling for half an hour and had reached deep within the mountains.

Following the mountain avenue, one could see in the distance atop a hill a pure, sacred city.

In that city, countless human silhouettes flickered, and faintly one could hear bursts of resonant chanting from there.

That sound was saturated with blood; just a single note was enough to make one feel as if plunging into a blood pool, the extremely putrid liquid wildly coursing through every bodily passage.

If one kept listening, the mind would inevitably be seized, unable to extricate oneself.

Yet at the same time, within that rhythmic chanting, one could also feel an immensely holy, noble aura.

Filthy yet noble, savage yet exquisite.

This was Tongtian City, the place where ancient Yin people held feasts to worship the demon god.

Wang Wu was actually curious: whose clan was Yuan's former kin, her compatriots, the demon god they worshipped, and the summoning feast—who exactly were they hosting?

The sacrificial victims were to be eaten, not by the Yin people themselves, but turned into bloody dishes served at the summoning feast for the demon generals to feast upon.

The demon generals—what exactly were they like?

Along the roadside, at regular intervals, two stone pillars rose on each side of the road; atop each pillar burned a faint blue flame, casting light into the night and illuminating a large surrounding area.

Wang Wu didn't know how long those lantern pillars had existed, but they seemed never to extinguish.

Looking to both sides of the road, one could also see some buildings—white structures standing amid the forest. They seemed to be dwellings, and within those dwellings, some "people" stood quietly.

Or rather…

They wore either simple or luxurious Yin‑Shang‑era garments, with rope circles on their heads, and hairpins made of beast bones and jade.

Their faces… they…

They were like cooked sacrificial offerings, human victims.

Empty eye sockets, skin as if boiled in a steamer, a split abdomen. And…

Posed as if placed on a plate.

(End of Chapter)