Chapter 124: Yin Qi Piercing Bones, Ghosts Gather

After Song Rupu was kicked away, the joy on his face still did not diminish, and he was just about to step forward to chat again, but soon, he was caught by several fierce ghosts with green faces and fangs rushing out of the small garden.

Not allowing him to speak, they gave him a fierce beating.

Only after Song Rupu miserably held his head with both hands and begged for mercy did they impatiently lift him under their armpits, looking exactly like holding a bundle of firewood.

"Understood! You are not that you haven't tasted good pork, you are that you haven't tasted the taste of pork in this lifetime!"

Song Rupu looked at Chen Hang, who was standing a few steps away, with a flat and indifferent face, as if it had nothing to do with him, and felt a great grief in his heart:

"With pearls and jade in front, why still pester me? Even if I am a ghost now, how can I be blind to this extent? Can't even distinguish black from white?!"

"It is the young lady who wants to marry you, Song Rupu, not me..."

The long-tongued ghost, who had been chasing out of the small garden calmly, glanced at Chen Hang, and after being stunned, looked at Song Rupu and sighed:

"Son-in-law, today is the day of the wedding, all the ghosts in the mansion have been looking forward to this day for a long time, all waiting to eat blood food to their heart's content on this happy day, don't be self-defeating anymore!"

The long-tongued ghost looked gloomily at Song Rupu, her fierce appearance exposed:

"Since the young lady has taken a fancy to you, that is your blessing!

Even if you don't want to follow, and want to play some ghost tricks, don't choose to make trouble today and delay the food for everyone in the mansion! Otherwise, I will definitely not spare you!"

The fierce ghosts who captured Song Rupu all responded, lowering their heads to stare at Song Rupu, their expressions filled with unkind fierceness.

Just waiting for Song Rupu to dare to argue again, they would tear him apart and eat him until their bellies were round.

"My original intention was just to come and have a cup of vegetarian wine; how did I end up in this disaster?"

Song Rupu felt like dead ashes in his heart:

"If I had known this, I should have shrunk in the cave and not come out, letting you slaves and beggars search for a hundred years without finding the door..."

The long-tongued ghost sneered and said nothing, just waving her hand, ordering the group of ghosts to carry him back to the room to wash and dress, and change into new clothes.

Chen Hang watched Song Rupu like a pig bound by its four hooves, about to be slaughtered on the meat block, his mournful voice constant, and his struggle vigorous.

But after only a few breaths, he gradually went far away and was thrown into the side room.

"Who is this?"

Chen Hang asked Ziying beside him.

"Song Rupu, the new son-in-law this time."

Ziying couldn't help but show embarrassment on her face, lowered her head, and said in a muffled voice:

"This one is the same as Young Master Bai, both are Jing cultivators who don't eat blood food, it's a coincidence."

Chen Hang used the alias Bai Daoquan this time, claiming it was taken from an ancient book, and Ziying also added this surname he had randomly made up to the previous address.

"This Son-in-law Song seems unwilling to get married; looking at his appearance just now, he even had the intention of dragging me into the water?"

Chen Hang smiled:

"May I ask Ziying girl, is there any hidden secret in this?"

"What hidden secret? It's nothing more than this kid being arrogant, and the young lady might be... slightly, just a line behind in appearance..."

Ziying shook her head, slightly revealing a sneer that was not easy to detect, and did not want to say more, just leading Chen Hang through small gardens and pavilions, stepping into the main hall of the mansion.

What entered his eyes was a scene of lanterns and festoons, gongs and drums, extremely lively.

And although this main hall of the ghost mansion was quite spacious and vast, it could not accommodate so many ghost guests.

So on the white ground outside the main hall that could run horses, twelve large canopies were set up, each canopy laid with ground clothes, and banquets set up on top.

At this time, Chen Hang seemed to be a bit late; not only the main hall, but also the twelve banquets on the white ground were full.

Big ghosts and small ghosts ran south and north, walking around the sky.

Yin winds blew, black mist spread.

Red-haired ghosts, black-faced ghosts, ox-headed ghosts, hanging ghosts, drowning ghosts, knife-labor ghosts, night-crying ghosts, disheveled ghosts, stiff ghosts, plague ghosts, production ghosts, belly ghosts...

Groups of ghosts with broken waists and broken arms, or footless, or headless, were indulging in joy, eating people and drinking blood; the countless chewing sounds in the field accompanied by laughter made the atmosphere extremely eerie for a time.

Seeing this, Chen Hang laughed, bowed to Ziying, and said no more.

After patrolling the circle, he randomly chose a slightly sparse banquet and filled it.

"Young Master Bai?"

Ziying frowned slightly upon seeing this; she originally wanted to lead him to the main hall, but seeing Chen Hang had already chosen a seat for himself.

After hesitating for a moment, she gave up.

"Sitting on the white ground? That's fine... although it's full of lonely ghosts who can't climb the hall of elegance, it's far from the young lady, which is not a bad thing."

Ziying thought to herself:

"With the young lady's temper, if she saw Young Master Bai, she would definitely come to compete with me again; it's just a pity that my background is low, but I can't compete with her...

Being able to drag it for one day is one day, it's best to wait until I'm tired of playing, and then send Young Master Bai to the young lady!"

Thinking of this.

A fire of anger surged in her heart.

Not just once...

The little lovers she took a fancy to were all forcibly taken away by Miss Yue, and before she could play to her heart's content, they were snatched away.

Goods that had been ruined like this, even if they were returned intact afterwards, Ziying would find them filthy, just swallowing them in one bite, treating them as dry snacks for wine.

After several times like this, even in the bottom of her heart, there was an indescribable emotion.

If it weren't for the fear of the fierce power of Lord Shanhu and Flying Fei Hua Po Po accumulated over the years, not daring to resist in the slightest.

Ziying wished she could torture Miss Yue with hundreds of cruel punishments, and then swallow her alive in one bite.

"Looking at Young Master Bai's physique, he shouldn't be very strong, anyway, I, Ziying, am determined to drink this first soup today, and even the Heavenly King cannot snatch it!"

She took a deep look at Chen Hang and turned to leave, thinking:

"This old lady is one who cherishes beauty and pities jade, knows cold and heat, that Miss Yue is not...

If you want to seek an audience with Lord Shanhu and Flying Fei Hua Po Po, you have to see if Young Master Bai's body is hard enough, don't be crushed to death by that cheap woman turning over on the bed!"

And another place.

Chen Hang sat calmly, pushing away a few ghosts who wanted to compete with him for empty seats, pulled over a chair, and sat down, not caring about the curses of those few ghosts, still slightly smiling on his face.

The two ghosts at the same table looked at him sideways, their eyes slightly curious.

One was a skin-and-bones ghost, green all over, his body emitting various strange medicinal scents, mixed into a fragrant and greasy smell that made one want to vomit and feel dizzy.

And the other was a long ghost three zhang tall, like a small giant.

He

"Little brother Bai Daoquan, greetings to both elder brothers."

He cupped his hands and said.

The ghosts at the table were all gorging themselves; in order to compete for food, some were even tangled together in a brawl, and the scene was momentarily very chaotic.

Only the Emaciation Ghost and the Long Ghost took time from their busy schedule to look up and size up Chen Hang, who had just taken his seat.

"Where did you learn this appearance, worthy brother? A fine skill, a fine skill!"

The Emaciation Ghost swallowed the dried meat in his mouth and praised:

"Old brother here looks a mess, yet worthy brother has managed to get himself such a proper, good-looking appearance. How did you do it? Could it be some secret ghost technique?"

He licked the corners of his mouth and continued, still unsatisfied:

"If I had worthy brother's fine skin, I would have long since gone to be a favorite of Madam Feihua, or become a fellow traveler with Lord Shanhu! Daily blood-food would be enough, eating nothing but fresh, sweet little people with smooth skin and tender meat—how happy that would be!

Unlike now, where to eat a mouthful of blood-food, one has to sell one's body!

After losing half my life, all I get are a few human bones, and they are just the thigh bones of old crones and old men! How pitiful!"

The surrounding ghosts all burst into laughter upon hearing this, becoming a chaotic mess.

"This worthy brother is a new face; I have truly never seen you before."

The Long Ghost on the right was chewing slowly on a set of heart and liver; only after he had finished eating it clean did he pull down the ribbon trailing from the canopy above his head and carefully wipe his mouth.

He looked at Chen Hang and cupped his hands:

"I saw Miss Ziying from the manor bring worthy brother here just now; I wonder if worthy brother is well-acquainted with her?"

As soon as the Long Ghost said this, not only did the Emaciation Ghost stop eating, but even the few ghosts who had been burying their heads in gorging themselves raised their heads in surprise to look over.

"We are merely passing acquaintances. I am but a lonely wandering ghost; how could I ever climb up to such a high and noble household? I hope you all will not take me as a subject for ridicule."

Chen Hang sighed and shook his head.

"Damn it! These pretty boys are always good at putting on airs; not a single word out of their mouths is true!"

The Emaciation Ghost cursed inwardly, forced a smile to cope, and continued reaching out to grab food, causing the cups and plates to clatter loudly.

At this moment.

He seemed to feel that the moisture in the air had suddenly increased.

After inhaling it into his nasal cavity, it felt entirely damp.

The Emaciation Ghost let out a satisfied burp, sniffed a few more times, shook his head, and soon cast it to the back of his mind, thinking no more of it.

And it was not just him.

In the main hall and under the twelve canopies, dozens of ghosts had vaguely sensed this trace of change.

However, the suddenly increased moisture was only within the normal range and held nothing unusual; it was so faint and slight that if one were not careful, one would overlook it.

Thus, they suspected nothing and continued their merrymaking.

At the banquet, cups and dishes were exchanged, and fierce laughter was everywhere.

Bright red was the heart and liver, and five-colored were the intestines...

One could only hear the sound of gnawing and chewing continuously; the ghosts were like tigers devouring lambs, as if they had been hungry for three days and three nights, and in an instant, they ate the flesh and blood on the table clean, not even sparing the bones, which they chewed into fine pieces and swallowed along with the shards.

Seeing that Chen Hang never moved his chopsticks.

The Long Ghost beside him was earnestly licking the remaining blood juice on the plate.

While casually knocking over a few ghosts who wanted to compete with him for the plate, he asked suspiciously:

"Why does worthy brother not eat? This is truly the flesh and blood of a human, not something used to fool people like chicken, duck, cow, or sheep; the taste is the most fragrant, tender, and delicious. Once you pass this village, there will be no more such a shop."

"Exactly, exactly!"

The Emaciation Ghost also chimed in vaguely:

"This Miss Yue is very generous; as long as one is willing to come to the banquet, one can have blood-food to eat—what a luxurious person! I wonder what kind of good fortune the new groom has; could he be a man of ten generations of virtue to have cultivated such a fate?"

"I am a Jing Cultivator, so I do not use blood-food."

Under the Long Ghost's gaze, Chen Hang shook his head.

Jing Cultivator?

The Long Ghost and the Emaciation Ghost were momentarily stunned, their gazes strange; after a long while, they awkwardly turned their heads away, coughed, and their expressions were extremely odd.

"Jing Cultivator tastes quite good too, an excellent dry snack... No, wait!"

The Emaciation Ghost muttered subconsciously, then realized he had let something slip; he hurriedly turned his face away in embarrassment, not daring to look at Chen Hang again.

"Worthy brother is still young and does not know the wonderful taste of blood-food. That is why you say such things."

The Long Ghost also hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, withdrew his gaze from Chen Hang, touched his head, and feigned composure:

"The dishes served now are still just 'civilized eating' tricks, which are not satisfying. Not to mention that worthy brother looks down on them, even I find them tasteless as chewing wax and not at all enjoyable."

When the Long Ghost said this, several ghosts who had been knocked to the ground for failing to compete with him for the plate sneered and spat on the ground.

The Long Ghost remained calm and continued:

"The 'martial eating' that follows is the true highlight of this occasion!

I am not boasting; no matter what kind of Jing Cultivator you are, just by eating one mouthful, you will become a Zhao Cultivator!"

The surroundings were full of various terrifying ghost shadows moving back and forth, noisy and chaotic.

The stench of blood from the severed limbs and remains on the table mixed with the pus-like fishy smell of the ghosts, making one want to vomit.

Seeing that Miss Yue was still late to arrive, Chen Hang had no choice but to suppress the killing intent in his heart.

In order not to appear out of place, he struck up a conversation with the Long Ghost beside him.

And this ghost, when talking about the difference between 'civilized eating' and 'martial eating', was endless in his chatter, clearly having his own insights, which caused the ghosts at nearby tables to gather around, drooling and listening with full attention.

Civilized eating is merely cooking the flesh and blood into dishes.

Martial eating is swallowing them raw and alive, emphasizing that the whole body remains intact, and the screams and wails are all excellent seasonings to accompany the wine...

Amidst the Long Ghost's vivid description, the nearby ghosts were all salivating, and the rumbling sounds from their bellies rose one after another.

There were even quite a few ghosts who cast sinister glances at Chen Hang, this so-called Jing Cultivator, their gazes hiding fierceness and hunger.

Even the Long Ghost.

Looked at him once, then again, and then a third time...

"There is actually cannibalism among ghosts? And looking at this situation, Zhao Cultivators who eat blood-food actually view Jing Cultivators as food? The world is mysterious; hearing a hundred times is not as good as seeing once."

Chen Hang's gaze flickered slightly, and he said to himself.

At this moment.

The Long Ghost had just reached the experience of his first 'martial eating', but before he could finish his vivid narrative.

One heard a thunderous sound of gongs and drums, followed by the simultaneous playing of music and colorful ribbons floating in the air.

Amidst the loud singing of the master of ceremonies, Song Rupu, wearing new clothes and a blank expression, was the first to stumble out from the inner room, surrounded by several female attendants.

He looked around, his eyes instantly turning red, and he stood still for a long time without moving, until he was secretly pushed by a few female attendants.

Only then did he reluctantly extend his hand, close his eyes as if resigned to his fate, turn around, and lead Miss Yue to the main hall.

The ground shook slightly, and small gravel hovered in the air for a few moments before falling to the ground with a thud.

The voices of the ghosts instantly fell silent.

Even the thunderous music was suddenly suppressed into silence.

The earth-shaking footsteps approached bit by bit, growing louder and louder, until finally, they were like thunder, causing the accumulated dust on the rafters to shake down with a rustle.

"Is this Miss Yue? She is truly worthy of the name..."

Chen Hang looked over, his pupils shrinking slightly.