Chapter 246: Luo Wang's Past

Wan Xiuling put the tattered yellow talismans on the ground into a trash bag.

The ground finally revealed its original color; under the yellow talismans was a smooth black stone floor, with complex patterns drawn on it in gold thread...

Wan Shixiong had once told her that this building was called the "Altar to Connect to Heaven" and was the most sacred place in the world.

But now it seemed that this was a top-tier place of evil.

After working for a while, Wan Xiuling broke into a sweat; she smiled self-deprecatingly—she had been taken care of too well by Wan Shixiong for these ten years, to the point that she had almost forgotten how to do housework.

Speaking of Wan Shixiong...

Wan Xiuling secretly glanced at him.

At this time, Wan Shixiong was over two meters tall, his skin was cyan, his fangs were almost protruding from under his lips, and his loose robe was stretched tight on his body, looking extremely strange.

He and the other five stood side by side, eyes fixed forward, like puppets, already without self-consciousness.

"So this is the immortality you wanted..."

A flash of sorrow passed through Wan Xiuling's eyes.

She had been standing in the first position, yet she had lived until now.

Perhaps when Wan Shixiong was choosing victims, he was also subconsciously avoiding her; after so many years, there must still be some fatherly love...

*Click! *

Wan Xiuling bit her tongue hard, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"How cheap, Wan Xiuling; how can you still have fantasies about him? That is a piece of human scum and a demon, with nothing worth you lingering over!"

She warned herself over and over in her heart, trying hard to excise all lingering emotions for Wan Shixiong.

As she swept.

She approached the crazy woman and Yan Ting.

"A talk?"

Yan Ting didn't want to waste words with him, pointing at the corpses on the ground and saying.

"There is nothing to talk about between us; you don't even spare your followers, so it's impossible for you to spare me."

The crazy woman shook her head.

"You are different..."

The crazy woman didn't care if Yan Ting was willing to listen and began to tell him a story on her own.

Luo Wang Da Gui did not exist originally.

He was born because of the incense offerings of the villagers on Luo Wang Island; although he couldn't even beat ordinary small ghosts, he was a righteous deity of incense, following the righteous path.

Since his birth.

He had always used his meager power to help those simple villagers; on Luo Wang Island, doors were not locked at night, and things dropped on the road were not picked up; there were few quarrels between people, and it was a place like a paradise.

Suddenly one day, a plague came.

Luo Wang couldn't cure the plague, but he could transfer it.

Just at this time.

The head of the Yan family contracted the plague, so he sought out Luo Wang, offering to help Luo Wang become a "Superior Yin Deity" in exchange for him transferring the plague from his body.

Luo Wang agreed.

Although he was a righteous deity of incense, he was too poor; relying on the incense of Luo Wang Village, he would still be a small village deity after hundreds of years...

So he began to transfer the plague from the Yan family members...

After the long plague period passed, only the Yan family survived on the island; everyone except the Yan family died due to the transferred plague, and Luo Wang also fell from a righteous deity of incense into an evil ghost.

"Do you understand? Helping me become a god was something you Yan family members should have done!"

"Starting twenty years ago, I summoned one Yin Commander a year until I finished ten years ago; I could finally become a Superior Yin Deity, but your father betrayed me at that time!"

"He colluded with the Ten Great Yin Commanders I created and, at the cost of his own death, interrupted my deification ceremony... Tell me, is your father Yan Jie not a shameless villain who betrayed his trust?"

The more Luo Wang spoke, the more excited he became, his words filled with hatred and loathing.

Listening to his words.

Yan Ting finally understood why he wanted to tell the story.

He was just using the story to vent his hatred and anger toward the Yan family, and after being a whore, he was setting up a memorial archway, saying "I was once a good deity, and becoming like this is all because of you..."

But Yan Ting, whose heart was like dead ashes, was still touched by these words.

He finally knew the truth about the death of his whole family and knew the sinful past of his family; these facts made his pupils shake wildly and his heart ache.

Yan Ting held his chest, his expression extremely painful.

But after hurting for only two seconds, his expression changed slightly, a meaningful look appeared in his eyes, and then he lowered his head and wailed in pain.

Yan Ting's miserable cries made Luo Wang very satisfied.

He had brought Yan Ting here in advance just to torture him a little; how could he be like a walking corpse?

But Yan Ting lowered his head.

Actually, it was to hide his joy!

When he touched his chest just now, he actually touched something unexpected...

It was poker cards!

Wu Xian's poker cards!

Back at the hotel lobby, when Wu Xian helped him commit suicide, he deliberately used his shirt to wipe the blood off his hands; he took the opportunity to stuff two poker cards into Yan Ting's clothes!

Yan Ting had seen with his own eyes that Wu Xian had used these poker cards to release unimaginable abilities.

No matter what Wu Xian's purpose was for putting the poker cards in his clothes, at least it could change the situation that was like stagnant water; Yan Ting's future might not be so bleak...

Yan Ting raised his head.

He saw the crazy woman pointing at Yan Jie's corpse with disgust.

"Go throw this away, throw it far away; just seeing his appearance makes me feel disgusted."

This dried mummy was not easy to move.

There was no moisture left in the corpse, so the weight wasn't great, but just touching the corpse made them feel a burst of coldness and stinging pain, as if they were holding a frozen cactus.

Therefore, the eight young men and women worked for a good while, but only moved it a little distance.

While they were busy.

Wan Xiuling was suddenly stunned.

Luo Wang Da Gui's disgust for this corpse was not fake.

From what she had overheard, Luo Wang hated Yan Jie so much he wanted to grind his bones to dust, but not only did he not destroy the mummy, even though he was annoyed looking at it, he didn't throw the corpse away in advance.

The eight young men and women were moving so slowly, yet Luo Wang didn't let Wan Shixiong and the others help...

Did he not want to?

Or was he unable to?

Wan Xiuling raised her hand and said: "This corpse is too hard to move; can I cut the corpse open and move it?"

Luo Wang was overjoyed upon hearing this and threw over the dagger he had just used to cut throats; if he hadn't been unable to do it, he would have wanted to whip Yan Jie's corpse long ago; now he could just take advantage of Wan Xiuling's hands to dismember Yan Jie.

The other seven young people were stunned.

The situation was already scary enough; why did Wan Xiuling want to take the initiative to dismember the corpse?

But Wan Xiuling had her own ideas.

She used all her strength to remove one of Yan Jie's arms, wrapped the wrist position with thick cloth, and walked out with difficulty.

Luo Wang nodded with satisfaction; cutting it open for transport was indeed faster.

When she went out, Wan Shixiong followed the whole way, so Luo Wang didn't worry that Wan Xiuling would escape.

But Wan Xiuling had only walked out a dozen meters when she suddenly swung the arm in her hand backward, and the cut on the shoulder hit Wan Shixiong's face!

The tall Wan Shixiong was actually knocked to the ground by this blow, struggling on the ground for a long time without getting up; the wound on his face healed at an extremely fast speed and then collapsed again!

Wan Xiuling's breathing quickened.

Her guess was indeed correct; all the ghosts didn't want to touch this severed arm.

This severed arm.

Was actually a weapon that all ghosts feared!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 247 =====