Chapter 34: Fly Children Attack (Begging for Monthly Passes, Begging for Follows)

"So the new guy was hiding in the shadows!"

The Coffin Spirit, connected by ash threads to a single eye, peeked out secretly, glancing at its master's shadow, and hummed softly.

Did you really think Coffin Grandpa eats grass?

I felt something appear inside the house just now, but since I sensed it was my own siblings, I didn't report it to the master.

I am the master's first offspring,

and I will become the strongest!

Originally, Jiang Yan wanted to continue strolling through the black market to broaden his horizons, but before he had gone far, he suddenly stopped.

His right eyelid kept twitching, and a sense of ill omen surged in his heart.

"Left eye jumps for wealth, right eye... I seem to have no right eye, only left eyes, so it's still wealth jumping."

Jiang Yan muttered to himself.

He wasn't deceiving himself; rather, the feeling was very faint, as if... it wasn't targeting him specifically, but more like collateral damage.

Since he condensed the Lamp of Ash, his intuition had always been accurate.

That is to say...

The Five Chong Ritual might encounter trouble?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan decisively made a decision.

Run!

He was just a small fry now, with neither the ability nor the interest to get involved in any dangerous events; before leaving, he reminded Ningning to head home early.

The latter obediently nodded, indicating she would return after taking three full passengers.

Jiang Yan said no more, simply telling her to stay within the Inner Market area as much as possible; with experts at the Law Seed Realm present, nothing major should go wrong.

If the sky falls, there are taller ones to hold it up.

He looked around, but the number of Life Lamps was too chaotic to discern anything, so he gave up.

Yet he failed to notice that within the ritual, countless flies were fluttering, their dark green compound eyes staring at the departing people, revealing a human-like greed.

At the entrance,

the Five Chong carriages were lined up, with many coachmen gathered chatting, the atmosphere somewhat Solemn.

Whether by coincidence or not, the coachman closest to Jiang Yan was the one wearing the "Four" mask.

'I wonder what number coachman Ningning's father is?'

The thought flashed through Jiang Yan's mind, and he asked the coachman when they could depart.

If he had to wait for the group that arrived, he would rather walk the mountain path on foot.

The "Four" coachman replied, "That won't happen; after all, guests stay for varying lengths of time and don't necessarily choose to return by carriage.

So we will depart once two-thirds of the seats are filled. Please wait a moment; it should only take about half a stick of incense."

"Good."

Jiang Yan nodded, entered the carriage, and found six or seven people already seated inside, including a familiar fellow.

The fat man who sold Mountain Pills.

"Brother Fierce Man, there's a seat here!"

Seeing Jiang Yan arrive, the fat man immediately waved and said enthusiastically:

"Brother Fierce Man, you're back so soon! Did you, like me, fail to find anything satisfactory?"

Jiang Yan hummed, his attitude indifferent, but it did nothing to dampen the other's enthusiasm.

"I feel this ritual isn't as mysterious as rumored; most items don't even qualify to be listed in my shop. A bit disappointing."

"I just heard the coachmen say that several carriages for picking up and dropping off people for the Five Chong ceremony are running late. I wonder what's happened; things are indeed unstable lately, so it's good to go home early."

"..."

Jiang Yan replied half-heartedly, while simultaneously testing his ability; the shadow beneath his feet silently spread across the entire carriage, capable of swallowing the cabin in a single bite.

Very quickly, it silently dispersed.

Throughout the entire process, not a single person noticed.

Whether the fat man was tired of talking or not, he sighed:

"Leaving Jiangnan Province this time, I don't know when I'll see Brother Fierce Man again!"

"You're not from Jiangnan Province, are you?"

Jiang Yan wasn't surprised, as this fellow acted like a silly son of a landlord, never beaten by society, carrying a trace of innocence.

"I snuck out this time; my home is in Magic Capital. You can come to..."

The fat man was about to give the address, but Jiang Yan's warning glance cut him off. He instantly realized his mistake, scratched his head, smiled, and finally handed over a business card, saying with a grin:

"Come find me at the address on this. I'll take good care of you then. By the way, how should I address Brother Fierce Man? I understand; just give a surname or a code name."

"Sima Sima Luoshui," Jiang Yan replied.

A suppressed laugh echoed inside the carriage. Sima was fine, Sima Luoshui was fine, but combined they were...

as fake as it gets.

The fat man didn't care at all and said with a grin:

"Then I'll wait for Brother Sima in Magic Capital!"

Jiang Yan glanced at him, accepted the card, casually shoved it into his pants pocket, neither refusing nor taking it seriously.

Once the black market ended, he wouldn't be Sima Sima Luoshui anymore, but the second-in-command of the Pan'an County Branch of the History Correction Bureau, the official Commander Jiang Yan.

He had made it ashore,

and wouldn't consider going back into the water for now.

Time flew, and soon two-thirds of the carriage was filled; the "Four" masked coachman also waved his command flag.

"Giddy-up!"

Neigh!

The Five Fierce War Horses reared and let out a long cry to the sky, then began to run, starting the return journey.

About ten minutes passed, the carriage grew quiet, and everyone closed their eyes to rest; yet Jiang Yan's heart kept his eyes open, his brows knitted tight, for the ominous premonition in his heart had not lessened, but grown even stronger.

What is going on?

Could the danger not be inside the Five Fierce Dharma Assembly?

But after leaving?

Or perhaps... there is a traitor within?

Jiang Yan suddenly asked: "Coachman, is this the same road we came on?"

The coachman's voice, mixed with the howling wind, came through:

"No, it is the road taken by another friend of mine. He hadn't replied for a long time, but just now we finally got word; it turns out his carriage had a problem, so he asked me to help carry some repair materials.

Everyone need not worry; the distance is about the same, and it is very secluded. If there is danger, we will send a signal flag for the Dharma Assembly to send support; we will surely guarantee everyone's safety..."

Yet before he could finish speaking, a buzzing sound came from outside, dense and numerous, a grating noise surrounding them, making their eardrums ache terribly.

"In the middle of the night... and there are bees?" the Fatty asked suspiciously.

"Not bees, but flies, so many flies. No good, it's... an enemy attack!"

From outside the carriage came the coachman's terrified voice, along with the pained neighing of the Five Fierce Horses.

The next second,

the carriage shook violently, accompanied by a strong sensation of weightlessness and swaying, suddenly plunging downward.

Jiang Yan also learned for the first time that riding in a carriage could also...

Crash!

Boom!

Accompanied by a violent impact, the carriage smashed hard onto the ground; many people were thrown about, dizzy and confused, crashing into the carriage walls.

Fortunately, the material was sturdy and did not disintegrate on the spot, and since there were no ordinary people here, a tragedy was avoided.

"So uncomfortable..."

The Fatty's face was even paler, shaken so badly he nearly vomited.

Jiang Yan sat quietly, eyes closed, unknown what he was thinking.

"What happened?"

Everyone stood up and left the carriage.

Outside was a clearing in a forest.

The coachman and the Five Fierce Horses lay on the ground, wailing in pain.

Yet no one went to help them; instead, everyone's faces were terrified, frozen in place.

Because they saw a scene they would never forget in their lives.

In the sky, dark clouds were thick, the world dim and gloomy, wind and rain about to come.

The air was filled with a mixed stench of corpse rot and blood, making one nauseous.

Buzzzz!

Covering the sky, the ground, and the forest, countless flies and insects swarmed.

And beneath their swarming lay a small mountain of corpses piled from numerous humans, Five Fierce Horse carcasses, carriage fragments, and other things, covered with black flies that were extending their insect legs to eat flesh and lay eggs.

The foul stench emanated from there.

"What is this?!"

The Fatty happened to step out, saw the scene before him, and his internal organs churned; unable to hold back, he vomited.

"Have new guests arrived?"

From atop the corpse mountain came a childish voice.

Just then, the dark clouds drifted away, revealing the bright moon; cold moonlight poured down, dispelling the darkness.

Everyone saw a cute-looking Daoist boy sitting at the peak of the corpse mountain, gently swinging his legs.

Blood stained the corners of his mouth; innocence and cruelty intertwined, flies swarming around him, extremely eerie.

"Burp."

He let out a satisfied burp, looked down at everyone, and said with a smile:

"Welcome, everyone, to my Fly Boy's..."

"Hunting Ground!"

Requesting monthly tickets, recommendation tickets, and follows!

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(End of this chapter)