r family How should we address you"She waved her hand: "Clean up, and come sit down and talk."Packing How to packThe female corpse couldn't get up, and the old woman didn't have the strength to move i...This eerie "god" spoke with an aura of malevolence, filling me with fear. I kept my distance, wary of approaching him too closely.

He impatiently turned to me: "Little girl, don't waste my time of dying. Come over here... Don't make me have to grab you, that living person can't stand the impact of my aura."

"...Good." I swallowed, glancing back at the old woman.

The old woman's face was full of unwillingness. Her gaze slowly fell on my belly, she knew there was a female gu there.

How much does this old woman actually know Maybe she has relatives inside the Temple, otherwise how could she know my name was carved onto the cliff face and Ms. Xue managed to sneak in

I feel this old woman cares more about the female gu on my body than my life.

"How do we go" I looked at the ghostly "god" with trepidation.

"An ordinary person, besides taking the path of darkness, what else could he do He tied these things to his feet with a rope." He slightly moved his robe, and from his sleeve fluttered out several white pieces of paper.

This is a thin paper horse, I picked it up and rubbed it. The material of this paper is similar to the kind used for burning on graves.

He saw my hesitation and sneered, “On the way here, I casually took a few pictures from a mourning family, just for you to use.”

"...This is for the dead," I reminded him carefully.

"Not yet burnt, it's not ready! Tie it up quickly," he retorted to my protest with a single sentence.

I bent down and picked up the embroidered bandage from the ground.

I hid the embroidery needle and bit through the embroidery thread with my teeth, wrapping the paper horse around my lower leg.

"... You little rascal!" The old woman suddenly grabbed my sleeve, making me jump.

She whispered, gritting her teeth, "You remember this: as long as the female gu is still alive, there's hope—"

"Bang!" A tremendous force from the ground slammed her back, sending her flying straight through the door and crashing into the hall!

I almost screamed, covering my mouth and looking back at the black-clothed "god".

“Tsk tsk tsk.” He sneered, seeming to take pleasure in the destruction.

"She's an elderly woman," I blurted out.

To stuff it in so forcefully, wouldn't that old frame fall apart Seriously speaking of age, this old lady must be well over a hundred years old. At her age, if she didn't have some kind of supernatural ability, she'd probably be buried up to her neck in dirt by now.

I wanted to go into the house and see how the old woman was doing, but I was grabbed by a force, my neck twisted, and I was lifted up.

Like a quail whose throat was choked, I stood on tiptoe and slowly approached him.

Beneath the black cloak was a pitch-black mask.

This mask is "sealed".

It had no eye holes, nostrils, or lips; a whole mask covered his face.

He slowly raised his hand, pulling the mask down to reveal blood-red eyes.

The Eight Gods of Creation, born in the East among the Feathered People, govern human good and evil and serve as the Heavenly Emperor's night watchman.

This is a tale from long ago, and now before my eyes stands this self-proclaimed Night Wanderer, known as Yuugen...

Demon.

For nearly two thousand years, he has been a formidable evil spirit in folklore. Because of his extreme ferocity, the common people instead wrote down his name and enshrined his image to ward off weapons, evil spirits, and plagues, using evil to combat evil.

But they are more like ghosts, also under the rule of the underworld.

So even if he was, even if he was extremely impatient, it's impossible for him to cut off my neck and kill me, right

I bit my lip, staring intently at the blood-red ghostly eyes, unable to tear my gaze away or even let out a cry.

"You're not so bad, get going... don't make me work for it."

“Where should we go Last time, Bai Wu Chang led us down a dark path, and it ended up being a well…” I said cautiously.

"You can't get anything done here, you have to go out yourself!" He turned towards the gate of the yard.

This old house is full of talismans. This night walker doesn't intend to destroy them, let me walk out of the talisman array myself.

I glanced back at the dark hallway, a little worried about that old woman.

But the Night Wandering Spirit urged me on, and I had no choice but to steel myself and open the door latch. The moment I stepped over the threshold, my body felt like it had entered a different space.

A faint buzzing of insects filled the air. Though desolate, there was a hint of life amidst the ruins.

I turned back and bolted the door, just taking a few steps when I remembered the dragon king's guiling had appeared here earlier. I quickly reminded the Night Walker: "There's also a guiling looking for me! If I leave like this, I'll be found."

"Humph... You can hide under my robe..." He raised his hand and flung the robe back, draping half of it over my head.

I carefully held the edge of the black robe. Even on this night stroll, the spirit was also a ghost! The ghostly aura emanating from him was icy and sinister, making me terrified.

"This is a world beyond compare, this old woman has done some good deeds for the underworld, so I haven't destroyed the formations here. You need to walk to the outside of the village yourself, and then I will cast a spell to create a passage to the underworld." He said coldly.

Walking was no problem, but this night stroll with a god felt like "floating," and I had to keep up to seek shelter under his cloak.

I was running when suddenly something tripped me up. I fell over a piece of wood that had been carelessly left on the ground.

This is outside a low wall, there's a dilapidated old house here.

I tumbled to the ground, falling out of my cloak. The cold black fabric slipped away from me, and I suddenly felt even colder on my back.

A shiver ran down my spine. I slowly turned around and saw a pair of black hands.

These hands were pressed against the gaps in the low wall, their owner staring at me.

Look at me, but he even rolled his eyes! What was he looking at me with!

He wasn't looking with his "eyes"! He was breathing, he was chasing after the breath of the living!

"Ah!" I saw him move, and I jumped back in fright, stumbling several steps before bumping my back against the Night Wanderer.

A shiver ran down my spine, I nearly phased through his body!

"What are you panicking about It's just a corpse." There was a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.

"The zombies aren't even fazed! They'll attack living people!" There are actually zombies in this courtyard! How many monsters and demons are there in this village!

"This courtyard has been sealed by a magical barrier. All corpses will eventually rot away. When this corpse is completely destroyed, the souls who animated it will have no anchor and will naturally return to dust...Your family's women are quite clever..."

"A monster camp How clever!" I trembled, my hand shaking as I tried to pull Night Wanderer's cloak tighter around me.

But he was surrounded by an oppressive, icy darkness. I was terrified now, my hands trembling so badly that I couldn't even grasp the edge of his cloak.

“They are very intelligent. They use their special abilities to accumulate wealth and survive in the world, and they can also confine these strange and evil things within boundaries, thus reducing the number of people who die because of them, and they do not break the karmic cause and effect.”

From the tone of his voice, he seemed to approve of this approach

“You seem to like this place so much. When we get back, I’ll have them build a dojo for you. You can come here on vacation whenever you have time…” I finally pulled my cloak up and prepared to step inside.

...

A deafening roar froze me in my tracks.

That colossal water serpent spirit, carrying a wave of misty aura, suddenly plummeted from the sky, crushing the shambling corpses in the yard into paste!

"Damn it! Run!" I grabbed Night Wanderer's robe and charged forward!

Who knew this deity, using a low and mellow baritone voice, slowly said: "Why run away..." that plagued my nights with nightmares. Now, it's a constant ache, a state of anxious anticipation and despair.Inside the wooden box lay a set of pure white bridal garments, a traditional style that...