Chapter 475: Qin Ling Great Demon! Lord of the North Zhang

Since ancient times, the world has had many strange scholars.

Li Jiugong is a truly strange scholar.

"I heard from the elders in the sect that this person doesn't know which sect or faction he belongs to, but he is proficient in the method of seeking dragons and bears the technique of slashing dragons. He is not famous, but he has great supernatural powers," Meng Qiwu whispered.

The rise and fall, fortune and misfortune of the world all come from dragon veins. Even great medicines, rare treasures, natural spirit fetuses, and even cave-heaven secret realms are born because of dragon veins.

That Li Jiugong can gaze at Qi and seek dragons, observe life and death, turn fortune and misfortune, and seize the fortune of dragon veins. He is indeed a strange scholar rarely seen in the world. With such skills, it's no wonder he could become the Lord of this Yin Ruins.

"The world is so big; there are truly people beyond people," Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

The world has never lacked stunning talents. Although his encounters were strange and his realm gradually became higher, he instead felt awe and dared not underestimate the experts of the world.

"It's right ahead."

Meng Qiwu whispered suddenly.

Although the Yin Ruins is large, Zhang Fan had no mind to stroll around right now. The two quickened their pace and soon arrived in front of a shop.

"This is the shop he mentioned to me," Meng Qiwu whispered.

For the last two days, although she hadn't been by Li Yishan's side, she heard from the latter that he came to the Yin Ruins for this shop, seemingly having taken a fancy to something in it, and had been pestering them for a long time.

"Nan Shi Ji? A restaurant?" Zhang Fan looked up at the bright red characters on the dilapidated sign, revealing a look of doubt.

"No." Meng Qiwu shook her head, pushed the door, and walked in.

The Yin Ruins is large, and there are many shops. There are many strange names. Some secret shops don't even have names, and even the locations change every few days.

"Is anyone here?" Meng Qiwu called out.

Zhang Fan looked around. This shop is not big and should have been renovated on the original site of the old city's old house. The shelves on both sides were actually built with white bones, looking eerie and creepy.

Oil lamps were lit in the shop, the grease turning yellow, looking not like animal grease. In modern society, such oil lamps look out of place, but in this underground world, they fit in perfectly.

"Hmm? Is this Yin Ghost Wood?"

Zhang Fan walked to the shelf, his gaze falling on a piece of rotten wood. The exposed part actually had a texture somewhat similar to a skeleton.

This kind of strange wood was only found in mass graves in the past, nourished by rotting corpses and bred by the earth's Qi, taking a hundred years to become timber.

Xu Jiuzhi's treasure ship was built with Yin Ghost Wood.

Nowadays, cremation is prevalent, and this kind of wood is not easy to find.

Palm-sized, building a ship is obviously impossible.

It is said that Daoist priests of the Yin Mountain lineage like to use this kind of wood to raise ghosts.

Besides that, those unclean haunted houses can also be purified by placing a piece of such wood.

"This kind of wood is more expensive than gold per gram," Meng Qiwu whispered.

She looked towards the back of the shop, and there was still no movement, but she didn't say much and waited patiently.

"This is... Human Soul Mud?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan's gaze shifted, and he saw a pile of black mud in an earthen jar on the shelf next to him, with a texture like charcoal, emitting a faint fishy smell.

"It is indeed," Meng Qiwu identified.

"The things here are really a bit 'underworld'," Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

In the past, when someone hanged themselves, the soul would descend to the ground, combining with the earth Qi, and it would turn into a medicine, which is this kind of thing.

Hanging and turning into a soul—generally, after death, as long as you dig below where they hanged, you can dig it out.

The longer the time, the deeper you need to dig, because this thing will follow the earth Qi. The most critical thing is that if you don't dig this thing out, someone else will hang themselves there later.

This thing is not of much use to ordinary people. Its only function is to mix it with morning dew and mud and apply it to the center of the eyebrows, which can allow you to see many things you usually can't see, just like Nascent Soul awakening.

"This kind of treasure is very rare now. In the past two years, the market has been rising all the way, and it's very hard to buy outside," Meng Qiwu whispered.

In modern society, there are not many people hanging themselves, not to mention that there is reinforced concrete everywhere. Where can you find a beam, and where can you dig the soil?

Because of this, Human Soul Mud is even rarer than Yin Ghost Wood.

"You say... if those evil heretics were all gathered together and made to hang themselves, could this thing be mass-produced?" Zhang Fan said suddenly.

"..."

Once these words were spoken, Meng Qiwu's eyes widened, looking at Zhang Fan, her expression becoming strange.

"You are really 'righteous to the point of evil'."

"Sorry for the wait."

At this moment, a clear and bright voice came from the back of the shop.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw a middle-aged man walking out, tall and thin, with big eyes and a very prominent nose bridge, which had some Western Regions characteristics, and he was wearing a pair of shiny black leather shoes on his feet.

"My surname is Liang. May I ask what the two of you want?"

The man in black leather shoes looked Zhang Fan and Meng Qiwu up and down.

"Boss Liang, we came today to ask you about something."

As she spoke, Meng Qiwu took out her phone, opened the album, and a photo appeared on the screen.

Zhang Fan glanced at it and was stunned.

That was a group photo, a group photo of Li Yishan and Meng Qiwu.

"I don't know if you have seen this man?" Meng Qiwu asked.

"This young man? I've seen him; he's been here often these past two days," Boss Liang said indifferently.

Hearing that they weren't here to buy things, his enthusiasm instantly diminished by three points.

"What did he buy here?" Meng Qiwu's eyes lit up, and she asked persistently.

As soon as the words fell, Boss Liang burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Miss Meng, you haven't been out mixing for just one day; how could you forget the rules? As for the affairs of guests, how could we who open shops for business talk about them randomly?" Boss Liang narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"You know me?" Meng Qiwu raised her eyebrows, revealing a strange expression.

"In a place like the Yin Ruins, the best business to do is intelligence."

"After all, this is Chang'an, and Miss Meng is a high-ranking disciple of Mount Zhongnan. Although I don't know you, I certainly know of you," Boss Liang laughed lightly.

"He is my friend, and now he is missing..." Meng Qiwu said in a deep voice.

"That has nothing to do with me..."

Before Meng Qiwu could finish her words, she was interrupted by Boss Liang raising his hand.

"If everyone came here like this, would I still be able to do business?"

"You won't say?" Meng Qiwu's expression sank slightly, and a chill surged in her beautiful eyes.

Such an action was like a provocation. Boss Liang's expression instantly turned cold.

"It seems Miss Meng is worried and confused, having even forgotten what kind of place this is."

As soon as the words fell, a cold snort rang in Meng Qiwu's ears.

Rumble...

Immediately after, a terrifying aura soared into the sky, like a vast fog, permeating the world, crushing towards Meng Qiwu.

"An expert!?"

Meng Qiwu's expression changed drastically, her center of the eyebrows trembled, and the triple Nascent Soul light rose, but she couldn't resist this terrifying pressure.

Obviously, this Boss Liang, who was unremarkable and gentle just now, was an expert, and a great expert completely above her.

Hum...

Meng Qiwu's Nascent Soul was terrified, almost unable to control herself.

In a place like the Yin Ruins, her behavior just now was indeed too impulsive and reckless.

"Boss Liang's temper is a bit too big."

At this moment, a faint sigh sounded leisurely.

Rumble...

The dilapidated shop seemed to have stirred up a turmoil, like river waves rising and falling, the vast waves boiling.

Boss Liang's eyes suddenly widened, revealing an expression of disbelief.

Just now, his Nascent Soul was still like a behemoth, crushing Meng Qiwu's Nascent Soul tightly, looking down from above, as if looking at an ant.

Suddenly, an unprecedented sense of crisis arose. He looked up abruptly, only to see a pair of cold eyes staring straight at him.

Those eyes were high above, as if they didn't belong to the human world, like an immortal looking at the mortal world.

Hum...

When Boss Liang came back to his senses, he was still in the shop, but his Nascent Soul had already fallen into a palm. ===== CHAPTER 476 =====