Chapter 64: Ghost (Bonus chapter for 3000 recommendation votes)

Laoshi Heshang is a member of the Invisible Men Organization; he is being hunted by Yu Liancheng, so logically, the Invisible Men Organization should be helping him.

But to Xiao Laotou, even if the entire Invisible Men Organization were to be annihilated, it would not be more important than a spoonful of caviar.

Perhaps one day, Xiao Laotou might have a sudden whim, feel that the Invisible Men Organization is boring, and decide to kill all the Invisible Men with his own hands; that is not an impossible thing.

Although Laoshi Heshang is no match for Yu Liancheng, fortunately, he knows many secrets of the Edo.

For example—Ghost Villa.

As the name implies, it is naturally a place where ghosts live.

But ghosts are not dead people; ghosts are simply those who do not see the light of day.

And becoming a ghost is naturally better than being a dead person.

When faced with a desperate situation, people can always unleash unexpected strength.

Laoshi Heshang finally walked out of that man-eating forest; ahead was a clear sky, the rising sun had just emerged from beyond the verdant distant mountains, the breeze carried the fragrance of new leaves from the far hills, and the dew drops shining in the sunlight were just like the eyes of a first love.

A lone pine tree stood solitary among the rocks not far away, and beneath the pine tree was a large blue stone.

The blue stone was the size of a tabletop, the stone quality pure and beautiful, soft and moist like jade.

Laoshi Heshang rested against the blue stone for a moment, then moved aside a smaller blue stone under the tree roots; beneath it was actually a box.

A box woven from willow twigs, inside which were a piece of cooked meat, a wind-dried chicken, a bottle of wine, a packet of medicine for knife wounds, as well as a whistle and a letter.

The shape of the whistle was very peculiar, and the color of the letter paper and envelope was also very peculiar, looking just like the skin of a dead person.

On the letter paper were written only ten characters: Blow the whistle, listen for the echo, follow the sound and go.

Laoshi Heshang looked at the wind-dried chicken, then looked at the cooked meat, a look of hesitation and struggle appearing on his face.

—He was a monk, after all.

A moment later, he suddenly lunged over and began to pick up the wind-dried chicken and gnaw on it, his face full of grease.

—He was a human, after all.

When his stomach stopped growling, Laoshi Heshang picked up the whistle again and blew it; a sharp, peculiar whistle sound rang out, startling even himself.

Just at this moment, an identical whistle sound came from afar, the direction being due west.

The empty mountains were lonely and desolate; it was not difficult to distinguish the whistle sound.

Laoshi Heshang unleashed his light-body technique and followed the sound, walking higher and higher; white clouds drifted in all four directions, and he was already among the white clouds.

Having drunk half a bottle of wine and eaten the cooked meat and half a chicken, Laoshi Heshang felt his energy was robust and his spirit restored. He walked faster, and the view before him suddenly opened up.

He saw only the clear sky like a wash, the distant mountains like a painting.

Yet Laoshi Heshang's heart suddenly sank, sank very deep.

Before him was actually a bottomless abyss; although the painting-like distant mountains were right before his eyes, there was no road to take.

He picked up a stone and threw it down, but could not even hear a single echo.

A thought stirred in his mind, and he blew the whistle again. The sharp whistle sound pierced the silence and also pierced the white clouds.

A person suddenly appeared among the white clouds.

There were white clouds in the clear sky, and there were white clouds in the deep abyss; this person was right among the white clouds, as if standing there in mid-air.

There was actually such light-body technique in the world, riding the wind to travel.

Or was it... that this was a Ghost?

This "person" was already terrifying, but his face was even more terrifying.

His face was like a pitch-black flat board; except for a pair of eyes, the contours of the entire face had been shaved away.

If an ordinary person saw this face, they would likely have nightmares for three days and three nights.

Even though Laoshi Heshang was well-informed, his legs seemed to be trembling at this moment.

"I am the Soul-Snatching Envoy, specifically here to take you to Ghost Villa."

That "Ghost" was also staring at Laoshi Heshang, a pair of eyes looking like a volcanic crater that had just erupted with lava, scorching and dangerous. When he saw the half-chicken and the remaining cooked meat, a strange mockery actually leaked from those eyes: "So monks also eat meat."

The voice speaking was slow, strange, and laborious, because he had no lips.

Those who had never seen him might never imagine how a person without lips could speak.

Laoshi Heshang hurriedly said: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha remains in the heart. The Buddha knows I am about to starve to death, so eating a little meat is of no consequence."

The Soul-Snatching Envoy sneered: "If you were truly a monk, you should be heading to the Western Heaven now, instead of becoming a ghost soul and entering the villa."

Laoshi Heshang pressed his palms together and said: "This monk has many sins; if I die, I fear I will only go to hell, so it is better to become a ghost and wander the world."

The Soul-Snatching Envoy let out a cold snort: "You monk finally said a truthful word."

Laoshi Heshang said: "Laoshi Heshang is naturally honest."

The Soul-Snatching Envoy said: "Since that is the case, follow me; once you pass this, you will be a ghost."

No one can stand in mid-air among white clouds, and no one can truly ride the wind to travel.

The Soul-Snatching Envoy was also a human, not an ethereal ghost.

Only after Laoshi Heshang walked over did he see that there was a steel cable in the white clouds, piercing through the cliffs on both sides.

The Soul-Snatching Envoy said: "The steel cable is very slippery, and the wind in the mountains is very strong; no matter how good a person's light-body technique is, they could fall at any time. If you are afraid, you can wait a while before crossing, and wait for the basket on the other side to be lowered."

Laoshi Heshang said: "No, I am already impatient to become a ghost."

"Good, you should indeed become a ghost."

Just at this moment, a clear and resonant voice suddenly rang out.

Laoshi Heshang's spine immediately felt a chilling Sword Qi; he turned his head abruptly and happened to see a person, a sword.

The sword was not yet unsheathed; the chilling Sword Qi was emitted from this person himself.

This person himself seemed sharper than the sword.

The clouds here were very thick, and this person stood in the hazy, cold, and desolate clouds, as if he had stood there since time immemorial, and could stand there until the world was destroyed.

Laoshi Heshang did not see his face clearly, but had already seen a black robe like the night.

A pitch-black night.

A night without a single glimmer of light.

It was just like Laoshi Heshang is now.

"You... you... you actually still managed to track me down..." Laoshi Heshang's face turned deathly pale.

The Ghost's gaze narrowed; he naturally knew who had come, and his hand had already involuntarily tightened around the hilt of his sword.

He was also a swordsman, and although he could not see the light, his sword technique was superb and peerless, enough to make him proud.

And among swordsmen like him, how many would not want to cross blades with the legendary "Jade-Faced Divine Sword"?

"I said that you could run, but no matter how you run, no matter if you run to the ends of the earth, even if you turn into a Ghost, I will still take your life." The figure of the man in black gradually revealed itself: "So, you can die now."

The sword had already left its sheath.

The sword light had already soared.

The figures merged and then parted in an instant.

The clouds and mist grew colder and thicker.

The Duoqing Sword was dripping blood, the fresh blood sliding down the blade drop by drop.

Laoshi Heshang looked at his own chest, which had been stained red, and then looked at Yu Liancheng.

He fell down, filled with unwillingness.

Now he had truly become a Ghost and a departed soul, and he had also become a corpse.