Chapter 345: The Last Meal

The courtyard walls were high and dense, entering the door was like entering a prison.

For weak women like Du Rushi and Ma Xiaowan, wanting to escape the He Fu was as difficult as ascending to heaven. Their fate was to gradually rot in the He Fu.

But for Wu Xian and the others.

Saving them was just a matter of lifting a finger.

The group soon arrived at the area where the young mistresses lived, knocked on the doors one by one to call everyone out, and after briefly explaining the background, the young mistresses prepared to escape.

For one, these women had long been looking forward to escaping the He Fu.

For another, with Du Rushi mediating among them, they soon accepted the current situation.

At this time, the entire He Fu had been stirred into a mess by the Lotus Juanren. Old Master He had become their own force, and with Old Madam He, a local ghost, these young mistresses escaping the He Fu was not a problem.

Doing it to this extent.

Wu Xian felt that he had done enough.

But just as he wanted to leave, he was attracted by the chattering discussion of the young mistresses while they were preparing.

The First Young Mistress, who was twenty-five or twenty-six years old, elegant in temperament, and looked very easy to give birth to, said.

"I entered the mansion early. Two years ago, there was a strange event. Two people from the Jianghu secretly sent a large amount of artifacts and burial goods to the He Fu, wanting to hold a correct funeral in the He Fu."

"But they were beaten to death by retainers halfway. The burial goods they smuggled in also lost their traces. Later, I accidentally discovered that under a dragon-shaped carving in the back garden, there was a cellar, and all the burial goods were there. Since you want to hold a correct funeral, those things might be useful to you."

Wu Xian immediately noted down this location.

Sure enough, it was like this. Wanting to obtain artifacts and burial goods was not just about hard searching in the mass grave.

The knowledgeable people in this world were also trying to save themselves. Although their efforts failed, the things they accumulated in the process of saving themselves would also be useful to Wu Xian and the others.

With the Fuyuan Chenghuang, this clue was temporarily not needed, but in case the Fuyuan Chenghuang wasn't effective, they could still use the things in the cellar to check for gaps and make up for omissions.

Next.

A woman in a goose-yellow skirt with bright eyes and white teeth said: "I am Deng Wanqiu, the Tenth Young Mistress of the He Fu. Actually, I married into the He family to find my father..."

"My father was a famous craftsman in Undead City. Three years ago, he was suddenly entrusted in a dream by a ghost who called himself 'Yao City Fuyuan Chenghuang,' asking him to manufacture three items with special materials."

"Those three items were a paper-cutting knife, a porcelain-breaking hammer, and a flower-cutting sickle. He followed the Fuyuan Chenghuang's instructions and came to the He Fu on a night with moonlight, carrying those three things."

"After that, my father never came back..."

"A few days ago, I fell asleep in a pavilion and suddenly dreamed of my father in my dream. He asked me to tell the Fuyuan Chenghuang his location, but, but how did I know how to contact the Fuyuan Chenghuang?"

"Today I am leaving, so I will never have a chance to fulfill my father's last wish. Can I ask you to do me this favor?"

Wu Xian nodded and agreed.

The information from the other young mistresses didn't have anything very important, or if there was important information, there was no time to talk about it.

Du E looked at their departing backs and couldn't help but complain: "Good guy, releasing side quests here."

Wu Xian sighed and shook his head.

"It's a pity that we knew too late."

After entering the He Fu, all the Lotus Juanren subconsciously ignored these young mistresses because they thought these birds in cages couldn't obtain any important information.

"It's not too late now. The second piece of information should be useful to the Fuyuan Chenghuang... The time we agreed with the Fuyuan Chenghuang is almost up. It's time to go to the Chenghuangmiao to gather."

... Yao City Chenghuangmiao.

At this time, all the surviving Lotus Juanren newcomers were gathered in the Chenghuangmiao hall.

Wu Xian, Du E, Wen Chao, Jian Lingyu, Wei Qinglan, Su Xuan, Li Xian, Ran Huang Tian.

Over the past few days.

Only eight survivors remained, including five Lotus Juanren and three newcomers.

Wu Xian originally thought.

The vagrant and the fisherman under the bridge would be the first to die, but he didn't expect these two to live until now. Although they looked miserable, after being treated by Jian Lingyu, they were as lively as a dragon and a tiger.

Wei Qinglan brother and sister in one body, Jian Lingyu hiding full of medicine, Ran Huang Tian trying to scratch his head with his feet...

Wen Chao's three zombies were standing in punishment at the door. The Fuyuan Chenghuang hated zombies very much, so he didn't allow these things to enter the main temple.

In front of the eight of them were placed a large amount of delicious food.

Braised pig head, braised beef head, roast chicken and roast duck, steamed buns, rice, noodles...

These things were the most sumptuous food they had seen since entering this Fudi. At this time, everyone was exhausted and hungry, and their eyes went straight when they saw these things.

The Fuyuan Chenghuang laughed: "These are all food offered to the dead. There are no years in the Yin Realm. As long as the essence hasn't been sucked away by ghosts, these foods are exactly the same as when they were offered. You can eat with peace of mind, don't worry about any hidden dangers in the food."

As soon as this was said, the eight people immediately wolfed down the food.

Each eating style had its own brilliance. Even Du E and Jian Lingyu couldn't care about maintaining the appearance of a lady, hugging the meat and swallowing it in big mouthfuls. Ran Huang Tian's eating style was even more unbearable to look at...

The thin Yin messengers, leaning on walls and sticks, watched with drool flowing.

The Fuyuan Chenghuang spoke easily. These foods were not precious forty years ago, but now they were too precious. They were stored in the warehouse of the Chenghuangmiao and they couldn't bear to eat them.

Eating, eating.

Wu Xian took a moment to inform the Fuyuan Chenghuang of the information he obtained from the young mistresses.

The Fuyuan Chenghuang was shocked after hearing it.

He hurriedly ordered his Yin messengers to find those things quickly. The Yin messengers couldn't care about being greedy and dispersed like the wind to find the three items left by the craftsman.

After dispersing the people, the Fuyuan Chenghuang explained.

"Those three things were materials I searched for with the power of the Chenghuangmiao and entrusted to a brilliant craftsman to build as props. Each of them has special power against the Three Immortals, and can also unlock the shackles on my body."

"It's a pity that after I sent the materials out, the craftsman had no news. I didn't expect him to die silently in the mass grave, which is also sigh-inducing..."

Wu Xian's mood for eating improved a bit.

If the Fuyuan Chenghuang could be freed, their success rate in holding a correct funeral would be higher. After all, they had to face the stronger Three Immortals at the same time. It was good to have one more means.

Time was tight.

Soon the eight people swept away all the food like a storm.

They stood up holding their stomachs and looked at the large amount of porcelain, paper people, etc., piled in the corner of the Chenghuangmiao. What they had to do next was to find what they needed from here.

To hold a correct funeral, make final preparations!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 346 =====