Chapter 113: 139, 140

In the dense forest, about four people in black robes and bamboo hats were waiting by Song Cheng's side.

And the strength of these four people was clearly all between 105 and 180.

This data clearly indicated they were Qi Realm Medicine Men.

The Su Family cannot produce this kind of Medicine Man; their limit is "raising an existence below the Form Realm to the Form Realm."

Song Cheng sensed a little more and could feel the mysterious connection between these four black-robed figures and himself; in an instant, he understood that these were likely Qi Realm Medicine Men that Tong Niangzi had created using his "white hair."

Mysterious Grade Ding can create Form Realm Medicine Men.

And he, being of this Mysterious Grade Bing, could actually have created Qi Realm Medicine Men long ago, but Tong Niangzi had only recently discovered it.

Not only that, if he were equivalent to the "Double Ghost" level, would a further increase in his power mean that he could create "Mysterious Grade Ding level Medicine Men"?

Medicine Men maintain their own intelligence, but they cannot disobey their creator.

However, if a choice had to be made between the creator and the "Medicine Source," they would clearly obey the "Medicine Source."

For example, if Tong Niangzi or An Daxiaojie ordered these four Medicine Men to kill Song Cheng, that would be impossible.

But if it were the other way around, those four Medicine Men would immediately betray them.

Because these four Medicine Men are more like an extension of Song Cheng's power, the "chickens and dogs" in the saying "when one person attains the Dao, their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

No wonder these four people instinctively addressed him as "Master," while only addressing An Daxiaojie as "Association Leader."

Song Cheng looked around and said, "Get some food first."

As the words fell, the four Qi Realm Medicine Men shot off in all directions; before long, a rhinoceros-like demonic beast and a pig-like demonic beast were both placed on a makeshift grill.

The beast legs, as tall as a person, were soon roasted to a golden brown, sizzling with oil.

These demonic beasts were all young ones that had only been born for about a year, so the meat was not tough.

Song Cheng was famished and soon finished off a large beast leg.

While eating, he pondered things.

His fingers moved slightly, he called over a Medicine Man, and then tested the power of the Skin-Ghost within a small range.

Originally, he thought he might also be able to stitch skin or the like, but facts proved that once the Skin-Ghost entered his Nine-Layer Nether Tower, it became a "rootless ghost."

This ghost could display power on its own and could strengthen the power he Chongxian, but its roots were no longer connected to the earth, but to him.

In other words, if Song Cheng willed it, the Skin-Ghost could still possess abilities like stitching skin and detaining souls as before, but the source of the Skin-Ghost's power had changed to him—this made him a little disappointed, though not too surprised.

If the Skin-Ghost still had infinite power, then he, Song Cheng, would likely have become the same.

The ghost has no intelligence; under the impact of that "infinite power source," would he, Song Cheng, still have any?

The Evil Seed, in the Yinrang, bloomed into the Evil Flower.

He, Song Cheng, was more like transplanting the Evil Flower that was the "Skin-Ghost" into his own independent garden.

Song Cheng's eating speed slowed down; his eyes swept gloomily over the Golden Coffin and then toward the distance.

The forest was dense, cold mist surged, and snow that had fallen at some unknown time remained unmelted, covering the black ground in patches of white and black, like the mottled skin of a mangy dog.

Since the four Medicine Men were all his people, Song Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Although he was eager to return home, some things that needed to be resolved still had to be resolved.

The Golden Coffin of the Rotten Poison Ghost could not just disappear for nothing.

That night, Song Cheng suddenly began to howl in pain; he clutched his head, tossing and turning like a carp struggling on a chopping block.

The four Medicine Men looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

It was not until dawn that Song Cheng seemed slightly better; he weakly raised his hand and said, "Carry me... back. Bring the... coffin."

Thus, the Medicine Men quickly made a wooden stretcher.

Then two of them carried Song Cheng on the stretcher, while the other two carried the Golden Coffin.

One in front and one behind, they moved quickly toward Hanping Prefecture.

Song Cheng's eyes were closed, but wherever his Heart Eye covered, all living things nearby had nowhere to hide.

No one knew the Golden Coffin was empty.

No one knew that he, Song Cheng, had not only failed to seal the Skin-Ghost but had actually fused with it.

Thus, his injury would naturally be assumed to have been sustained during the process of sealing the Skin-Ghost.

In this way, the Skin-Ghost must be in the Golden Coffin.

Continuing the deduction, if someone really coveted the coffin that sealed the evil ghost, then... in this situation, they should come, they should make a move.

Song Cheng casually set a piece of bait and began to wait for that big fish, which he did not know existed or not.

To give that big fish more time, Song Cheng deliberately made a scene on the road; anyway, it was just pain... he had seen too many such scenes in his Chongxian.

A day later, Song Cheng rolled off the stretcher again, clutching his head and howling in pain.

Two of the Medicine Men were at a loss.

And the other two Medicine Men stood foolishly in the distance carrying the Golden Coffin, as if afraid that it would be inconvenient if someone came to rob them... Song Cheng wailed: "Water, water!"

Then he pointed angrily at the two Medicine Men and said, "Go!"

Swish! Swish!

The two Qi Realm Medicine Men immediately shot away.

Song Cheng stumbled and danced as if drunk.

He leaned against a tree, pointed at the two Medicine Men carrying the Golden Coffin, and said, "Hungry! Hungry! Go!"

Swish! Swish!

The two Qi Realm Medicine Men miraculously went to find food for Song Cheng while still carrying the coffin.

While acting, Song Cheng observed his surroundings.

He had already let the Medicine Men take the "big gift package" out; if there were any fish, they should have taken the bait by now, right?

Don't say, this kind of thing is really accurate.

In no time at all, Song Cheng caught a glimpse of a set of data in the distance, a very strange yet very powerful set of data: 650 (1300) ~ 1300 (2600).

As for favorability, it was a normal 60, neither more nor less.

The strength data left Song Cheng truly stunned for quite a while.

He already understood the meaning of the "parentheses."

That usually implied one of two situations:

One, another Soul was hidden within the body; two, they had suffered a serious injury and had not yet recovered.

If it were the former, a powerful Soul is difficult to hide within another powerful body, because another person's body makes you feel extremely uncomfortable; it is just like a furnace.

The more powerful one is, the fiercer the fire.

Even if your Soul is powerful, if you burrow into someone else's body, it is like being roasted in a raging fire, uncomfortable to the point of death.

Therefore, Song Cheng ruled out the first possibility. "Then, are they severely injured?"

Song Cheng remained silent and continued to observe.

The other party's patience seemed to have reached its limit as well; even though he had already let those two medicine men carry the coffin far away, the other party still did not make a move.

That was the patience possessed only by those accustomed to being anglers.

If Song Cheng were not able to see data while ignoring distance, then he would not have been able to notice the existence of such a person at all.

However, Song Cheng's patience was also quite good.

Since the other party would not make a move, he would pretend not to know.

Once one reaches the "Mysterious Grade," especially a level that clearly is not "Mysterious Grade Ding Quality," fighting sometimes has little meaning, because... escaping is too easy.

If I cannot beat you, can my Soul not run away? As for whether the existence before his eyes was the true body, that was merely Song Cheng's own speculation.

He did not intend to make a rash move.

Both sides just secretly competed in patience like this.

And as they were about to arrive at Hanping Prefecture, one night, after Song Cheng feigned fainting, a figure finally descended from the sky like lightning and lightly scooped up the "Nine-Pattern Golden Coffin that theoretically contained the skin-ghost."

The fainted Song Cheng sat up immediately, his figure turning as he drifted to follow.

He could have chosen to follow with his Soul, but his Soul was no match for that person... relying on the data, Song Cheng followed that person from afar.

This pursuit lasted for two days.

The other party clearly had no intention of opening the coffin to inspect it.

A Ghost is very terrifying; once you open the coffin, the Ghost will run away.

It was not that the other party lacked the power to contend with a Ghost, but no one wants to struggle against a Ghost that "cannot be exhausted."

Furthermore, "the Ghost aura of Tanghe Village has already vanished, and Song Cheng has been severely injured"—this was already enough to deduce that the Nine-Pattern Golden Coffin must be sealing the skin-ghost.

Two days later, on the Yunhe at dusk, sparse light snow fell quietly.

A mysterious person wearing a ferocious ghost mask for unknown reasons placed the Nine-Pattern Golden Coffin onto an old, antique boat.

Two boatmen walked out from the cabin of the old boat.

One appeared to be a thin old man, and the other was strong and sturdy, like his offspring.

The two sides had no communication whatsoever.

The young boatman moved the Nine-Pattern Golden Coffin into the cabin, then walked to the deck and picked up a long, old bamboo pole.

The thin old man stepped into the cabin and lowered the reed curtains on both sides, shielding the view from outside.

Splash... The bamboo pole broke the water, ripples spreading out in circles, curling the quietly falling snowflakes and carving out a cold, grim trajectory.

The mysterious person with the ferocious ghost mask did not leave then, but silently followed the small boat along the Yunhe for a long time, as if escorting it.

This escort lasted another two days.

Not until the boat was about to leave the borders of Beixue Zhou did he turn and leave.

But he left, while Song Cheng did not.

Song Cheng had been following the whole time, utilizing his talent of "being able to see data" to always hang far behind, hiding behind cover.

And on the Yunhe, the data of those two, the old and the young, was also fully in his sight.

The old man, 【Strength: 0~0】.

The young man, 【Strength: 215~315】.

Neither had any favorability; clearly, neither recognized him.

This combination reminded Song Cheng of the pairing of a "Soul-Refiner" and a "medicine man."

And the young man's strength had already transcended the scope of the Qi Realm.

"Is he a medicine man above the Qi Realm? Or a member of a noble family?"

Song Cheng narrowed his eyes.

After a moment of thought, he decided to strike.

He had to investigate every hidden danger in the Northern Territory clearly; these people... were active here like invisible people. If it were not for him using the "skin-ghost coffin" as bait, coupled with his ability to see data, he feared he would never have been able to detect these people at all.

Thinking about it, even the Su Family probably did not know these people existed.

As for the possibility of a successful strike, it was still quite high.

He had mastered the skin-ghost.

And the skin-ghost could detain a Soul.

Anyone who died within the Domain of the skin-ghost would end up like Nan Hui and Guan Xi before.

And the "Souls" of these two people before his eyes were clearly not that strong; at the very least, Song Cheng had the confidence to detain them.

With his mind made up, he followed silently for another period of time, and only after they had completely left the borders of Beixue Zhou and arrived in the Donghai Zhou region did he make his move.

His Soul ascended the Tower, entered the seventh level, opened the iron cage, led the leopard-woman, and climbed to the eighth level... Song Cheng locked his gaze onto the boat on the water.

"Extreme Bliss World, Great Dark Heaven."

The cupboard doors inside the old, creaky boat moved strangely; the old man sat before the coffin, drowsy.

On the deck, that young man poled the boat forward.

He mechanically paddled the water, stroke after stroke.

Suddenly, after one particular stroke, a wisp of eerie aura silently descended and enveloped them.

However, neither the old man nor the young man noticed.

As the young man paddled, he raised his head and looked toward the shore.

On the shore, a man with a handlebar mustache wearing wide, fancy robes was waving and shouting: "Hey, hey, over here, over here!"

The young man revealed a smile, turned his head, and said to the old man behind him: "We've arrived!"

The old man excitedly lifted the curtain and walked out; looking at the man on the shore, he let out a breath and said: "It really wasn't easy; coming here cost me quite a lot of effort. Only after finding an acquaintance to vouch for me could I come here."

Having said that, the old man added: "Quick, quick, quick! Hurry and dock!"

The young man also exerted more force; once near the shore, he pushed with the bamboo pole, gave a shove, and the boat slid onto the shallow water.

The old man stepped onto the mud impatiently, then revealed a smile, looked at the handlebar-mustache man, and said: "I heard one can enjoy Extreme Bliss here."

The handlebar-mustache man elegantly pinched his mustache and smiled: "Honored guest, wait a little longer; many more guests are on their way. Good things take time; waiting a moment longer for that moment of Extreme Bliss is also a kind of delight."

The old man laughed.

On the other side, the young man tied up the boat and hurriedly followed, his eyes full of desire.

Sure enough, after a short while, many more people surged in from all directions.

The old man and the young man followed the crowd and gathered around a small hill piled with black cloth cages, their eyes full of longing, indulgence, curiosity, and so on. The handlebar-mustache man smiled and lifted a piece of black cloth, revealing a rabbit-skin girl inside.

The rabbit-skin girl squatted on the ground, her hands slightly raised, looking outside with some timidity. Swish! Another black cloth was lifted; this time, it was a sheep-skin girl.

As they were lifted.

A leopard girl also appeared before everyone's eyes.

Her black hair draped over her shoulders, her skin like jade fat, wild and perfect; her eyes were filled with a look of "choosing someone to mate with." Everyone's gaze could no longer move away.

A ball of burning flame rose from their bellies.

They couldn't help but walk forward.

However, a strange shackle blocked them.

They struggled to move forward.

Yet, the only living people here were actually the old man and the young man.

Finally, the old man's flesh and blood struggled out from his skin, yet he felt no pain at all, only happily squirming on the ground like a large worm of flesh and blood.

His human skin stood upright and naturally plumped up again, transforming into the old man's appearance.

As for the young man, he seemed to have fallen into a struggle; his whole body trembled violently like a sieve, as if trying to struggle out of this "Chongxian."

But the next instant, his figure stiffened abruptly, and his eyes felt a sudden, sharp pain, as if someone had sliced across his eyeballs with a sharp blade.

"Ah!!"

The young man, who was still struggling to break free from the Extreme Bliss World a moment ago, fell into the agony of blindness the next instant.

Immediately after, he felt his body lose its balance, tossed about by the water current.

His struggling consciousness slowly weakened, and finally, it vanished completely.

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up again. Opening his eyes, he discovered it was just a Dream.

He was not blind.

The handlebar-mustache man in fancy robes looked at him with a chuckle, reached out, and said to those around: "Look, look, this brave guest of ours tried first, but failed."

The young man glanced not far away and saw the blood-pumping leopard girl licking her lips, walking toward him like a flame.

He immediately said: "I'll do it! I'll do it!"

He struggled like a madman.

Slowly, terrifying cracks appeared on his skin.

His flesh and blood began to struggle free.

The human skin shriveled, but quickly plumped up again; the data remained 215~315.

All the illusions faded away.

Song Cheng looked at the two Living Corpse figures happily squirming on the river beach; he finally knew how the Ghost of Human Skin killed people, and why those Living Corpses he saw outside Shanghe County back then kept squirming... it turned out they were in the midst of "Extreme Bliss."

Actually, if possible, he didn't want to kill this way either.

It was too cruel, too demonic.

But the Ghost of Human Skin only knew how to kill this way, and if he wanted to detain a Soul, he had to let the Ghost of Human Skin do it.

Song Cheng sighed helplessly, glanced at the leopard girl who was climbing back from the eighth floor to the seventh, and said: "Next time you kill someone, can you not be so bloody?"

The leopard girl did not speak; she climbed back into the cage listlessly and locked the cage from the inside.

Song Cheng raised his hand and waved; his hand, covered in Grey Membrane, stirred the surrounding airflow and precisely shifted the lid of the Golden Coffin in the boat cabin.

This way, if anyone came to check, they would think it was a tragedy caused by the Ghost of Human Skin escaping from the coffin.

He glanced again at the two listless Souls added to the seventh floor of the "Nine-Layer Nether Tower," as well as the two sets of human skin, and turned to leave quickly.

When a Soul is detained by an evil Ghost.

No secret can remain hidden.

Song Cheng questioned the young man and the old man and soon learned some information.

The old man worshipped a Buddha named—Holy Heaven Buddha.

He could visualize the Holy Heaven Buddha to make targets in a large area fall into chaos.

And the young man could quickly slaughter targets within a range.

This path was clearly the path of a noble family.

However, this was the first time Song Cheng had heard of a title like "Holy Heaven Buddha." He couldn't help but sigh to himself: "The waters in the South are truly deep."

As for the person in the North Land who handed them the coffin, that was an Arhat; the other two remained unknown.

Although Song Cheng did not know much about the Great Shang Dynasty, he had at least exchanged words with the Su Family sisters, and there was his own reliable An Daxiaojie, so he knew a little bit more or less.

Buddhist faith existed during the Great Shang Dynasty; it was said to be a foreign faith, and currently, it was being "worshipped by the Feng Clan of the Imperial Divine Weapon Hall."

No.

It was not just the Feng Clan of the Imperial Court; even the Yan Family of the Star Gazing Tower and many other families all believed in Buddhism.

It would be no exaggeration to say that Buddhism was the number one religion in the Imperial Capital.

Connecting this to the Yunhe, Song Cheng instinctively made an inference: the Yunhe, Buddhism, the Holy Heaven Buddha, the Arhat wearing a ferocious Ghost mask, the Imperial Court, and unknown motives—these very likely all had a connection.

But what that was, he could only learn slowly.

Casually sending the old man's Soul to reincarnation, Song Cheng cast aside distracting thoughts and snuck toward Hanping Prefecture.

Several days later.

Song Cheng entered the city from the mountain Domain of Hanping Prefecture, then followed the intelligence previously provided by the drug-man, slowly making his way to the new site of the An Mansion.

Everything in the mansion was the same as the old one.

Song Cheng walked to the back courtyard with practiced ease. Scanning the courtyard, he saw many data points, most of which were things like "0~0" and "1~1."

Song Cheng landed.

Those many little birds and little rabbits with "0~0" and "1~1" all turned their heads toward him.

"Enemy!"

"Enemy!"

The animals chirped and chattered.

As they shouted, the animals seemed to recognize Song Cheng, and one animal changed its tune and shouted: "Daddy!"

"Dad!"

"Dad!"

The voices rose and fell, each with a different tone. The room door opened in a hurry, and Tong Niangzi walked out from behind the door, seeing Song Cheng.

The former Young Mistress of the household froze for a moment, standing still like a stone statue, then took a deep breath, her eyes reddening, and asked with her hands on her hips: "Where the hell have you been!?"

As she asked, tears streamed down her cheeks.

Song Cheng stepped forward, hugged the Young Mistress tightly, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I was too busy. Once I got busy, I lost track of time. It's my fault."

"All you know is being busy, you deadbeat." Tong Niangzi scolded.

Deadbeat?

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment.

A newly earned title, unlocking a new achievement.

Just then, he suddenly saw the little birds on the branches, the rabbits in the corner, and the girls and boys in the room all staring wide-eyed at him hugging Tong Niangzi.

Tong Niangzi clearly noticed it too; she hurriedly pushed Song Cheng away, then glared at him fiercely, conveying the meaning of "we'll talk about this on the bed tonight."

Song Cheng smiled, then walked hurriedly into the room, picking up A Ting, who was watching him with many gazes, and the cute little boy Xiao An, one in each arm.

Perhaps because they hadn't seen him for a long time, both children appeared reserved.

A Ting was the first to call out sweetly: "Daddy."

Xiao An followed his sister and called out.

A Ting said: "Daddy, I eat a lot, I don't grow fat, I am very well-behaved."

Xiao An was stunned for a moment, his little mouth opened a few times, and then he said: "Me too."

Song Cheng laughed and kissed the two little ones on their foreheads.

In the room were also Ling'er, Ying'er, Ouyang Chuchu, and Xiao Lingxue.

He cast his gaze down to Xiao Lingxue and said: "How old are you?"

Xiao Lingxue said in a milky voice: "I don't talk to strangers!"

Ouyang Chuchu was startled, hurriedly stood up, bowed, and pulled her from behind, saying: "This is your father's older brother, your uncle, hurry and call him uncle."

Xiao Lingxue held her head high and chest out, a pair of Water Spirit eyes looking at Song Cheng, and said clearly: "Uncle, I am three years old this year."

Song Cheng put down A Ting and Xiao An, stepped forward to hug Xiao Lingxue, and then looked at Tong Niangzi.

Tong Niangzi leaned against the door frame, watching this scene with a smile.

Song Cheng said: "Did you hire a tutor?"

Tong Niangzi's expression suddenly turned serious, and she beckoned him over.

Song Cheng understood and followed her back out the door.

Tong Niangzi said: "Not long after you left last year, An Daxiaojie wanted to hire a private tutor to teach the three children, but she couldn't find a suitable one."

As it turned out, last winter, a man who was proficient in everything—zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting—and who was gentle, elegant, and handsome in appearance, came by.

The man's name was Yin Mingzong.

He met the criteria perfectly because there was almost no talent he did not possess.

At first, I was thinking that with the man of the house away, hiring such a handsome teacher might not be good and would invite gossip.

But in the end, An Daxiaojie accepted him.

Because of this, I even had an argument with An Daxiaojie.

I said that with the man of the house away, how could we let another man come to teach? As it turned out, I had misunderstood An Daxiaojie.

On the surface, An Daxiaojie let Yin Mingzong teach in the front courtyard, but in secret, she was quietly investigating him because An Daxiaojie felt that this person was very wrong."

Song Cheng said: "Of course he's wrong."

"If someone has extraordinary talents and is incomparably handsome, how could they not be doing well anywhere else?"

"You insisted on coming to my Northern Border, to this place that is about to become a desolate village, just to make a living. And to do it right after I left—that shows your true intentions."

Tong Niangzi said speechlessly, "I'm the only fool; I just felt something was wrong. Come to think of it, that's exactly it."

"But that man hid himself so well, never doing anything overstepping."

"In the end, An Jie arranged a bitter-meat scheme. She gave Wang Tianchuan a beating, then let him harbor resentment, and sure enough, it worked. Not long after, that Yin Mingzong approached Wang Tianchuan, saying he could help him vent his anger, but he would need Wang Tianchuan to listen to his arrangements at a critical moment."

"After An Jie found out, she immediately had Su Ningyu take action and capture that Yin Mingzong. He is currently being interrogated, but we can't get anything out of him."

Song Cheng asked, "Where is he?"

Tong Niangzi turned and shouted, "Ying'er! Ying'er!"

Ying'er ran out from the room.

Tong Niangzi said, "Take the son-in-law to the dungeon."

The dungeon?

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment. It seems that in the half year he hadn't returned, Hanping Prefecture had undergone quite a few changes.

An Jie really knows how to stir things up.

Ying'er led the way in front, and Song Cheng followed behind.

He looked left and right.

It must be said, this place looked like a small village with the beginnings of a scale from the surface, with plenty of farmland and many people coming and going.

But most of these people possessed extraordinary strength, and the whole place exuded an inexplicable sternness.

The dungeon was converted from a series of wine cellars and ice rooms, with entrance after entrance leading to individual prison cells.

When Song Cheng and Ying'er arrived at this place, Song Cheng felt at least twenty gazes cast toward him; clearly, these were all guards arranged by An Chenyu.

He instantly detected the locations of the twenty gazes and nodded with a smile to those guards.

Afterwards, he descended the stairs; there were even mechanisms inside.

He sniffed the air and could still smell the scent of poison; this scent of medicine must have been concocted by Tong Niangzi. Even if someone in the Qi Realm accidentally came into contact with it, they would be severely injured.

After turning two flights of stairs, he arrived underground and saw that in front of the cold, damp dungeon, An Chenyu was sitting coldly at a desk with flickering candlelight, while Su Ningyu was on a chair to the side, cracking melon seeds. In the dungeon, there was a man tied to a wooden frame, covered in blood, with no trace of the "handsomeness" Tong Niangzi had mentioned.

A burly man with a face full of flesh and a fierce, menacing look was desperately trying to perform in the dungeon with a leather whip in his hand.

Hearing the commotion, An Chenyu turned her head. Seeing the man who appeared, she froze just like Tong Niangzi had, yet her eyes did not turn red. Instead, she stood up and calmly threw out a sentence: "Continue the interrogation."

The burly man with the fleshy face acted as if he had received an imperial decree, saying reverently, "Yes!"

Then he swung his arms again, putting his strength into whipping fiercely, shouting as he whipped, "Speak! Hurry up and speak! Speak!"

An Chenyu held her neck high, brushed off her skirt, and stood up to walk toward Song Cheng.

Meanwhile, Su Ningyu had already tossed aside the melon seeds, brushed off her hands, and flew over, calling out, "Little Song!"

Song Cheng hugged Su Ningyu, but without showing favoritism, he looked at An Chenyu and said, "An Jie, you've worked hard."

An Chenyu said, "Let's go up first before talking."

Song Cheng said, "I will interrogate him."

An Chenyu nodded obediently.

Song Cheng said, "You all go up first."

An Chenyu said, "Listen to the son-in-law."

The burly man immediately stopped his movements, also brushed off his hands, ran out of the cage, bowed respectfully to the group, and then hurried upstairs.

An Chenyu, Su Ningyu, and the others also left.

Song Cheng walked into the cage, looking at the man named Yin Mingzong before him, who was drenched in blood and flesh; in his heart, he felt not only no pity but also anger.

This man, or rather the force behind this man, had actually taken the opportunity to reach out toward his women. This had truly touched his bottom line.

He looked at Yin Mingzong.

Yin Mingzong's previously dejected head suddenly lifted, his eyes deep and indifferent as he looked at him.

Above this man's head, two pieces of data were appearing:

【Strength: 0 (700 (1280)) ~ 0 (1400 (2560))】

【Favorability: 40】

The former piece of data was fresh goods again.

Song Cheng discerned it slightly and roughly understood: the Yin Mingzong before him was possessed at this moment, and this possessing entity had been severely injured and had not yet recovered, just like the "Arhat" with the hideous ghost mask he had encountered before.

Yin Mingzong suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Song Cheng, you've only just returned?"

Song Cheng stared at him and said, "When I returned, what does that have to do with you?"

Yin Mingzong said, "My believer of the Human-Skin Ghost was killed by you, right?"

Song Cheng shook his head decisively and said sternly, "Although I don't know what you are talking about, I didn't kill them."

"It wasn't you who killed them?" Yin Mingzong asked in surprise.

"I swear." Song Cheng raised his hand, made a poisonous oath, then looked at him and said, "You are not Yin Mingzong. Who are you?"

A look of contemplation appeared in Yin Mingzong's eyes. Looking up again, he only felt that the man in front of him was frank and angry; it seemed he had truly wronged him. Perhaps his late return was just because he was delayed by other matters.

"You lost the Golden Coffin on purpose."

"Yes, I wanted to see who stole the Rotten Poison Ghost's Golden Coffin. But this time, I miscalculated. The Golden Coffin was lost, and I searched everywhere but couldn't find who stole it," Song Cheng said coldly. "So it was you? What are you trying to do?"

This answer was flawless.

Yin Mingzong seemed finally convinced and said, "You are not yet qualified to know."

Having said that, he asked coldly again: "Why don't you come to the Central Plains? Are you not tempted by the magnificent mountains and rivers of the Central Plains? I have heard of your ability to lead troops."

"Come over."

"The trend of the world is that it must divide after a long union, and unite after a long division."

"Now that the winds and clouds are rising, if you come, it is not impossible for you to contend for the world."

These strange words left Song Cheng stunned.

Isn't this topic changing a bit too fast?

But Song Cheng had a quick mind; after a moment's thought, he decided to complain about his hardships.

You have expectations, I have difficulties; you provide benefits, and through those benefits, I will see who you are and what you want to do.

This is very reasonable, right?

(End of chapter)