Thousand Mile Ghost Corpse in the Sky

"Spiritual Vision is intensifying..."

Yang He's pupils dilated as he desperately tried to keep his expression from betraying him.

Afraid of drawing the ghosts' attention, he only dared to survey his surroundings through the Ghost Eye. He could sense that the town had once again undergone changes that overturned everything he knew.

When the scene entered his sight, Yang He could not help freezing in place.

Even the Ghost Eye was afraid.

If the Main World at 1 point of Spiritual Vision was a boundless hell where humans and ghosts coexisted, then the Main World at 10 points of Spiritual Vision was plainly stating one fact...

What you saw was merely the tip of the iceberg.

A flock of sparrows flew overhead, yet Bird Ghosts with human faces were mixed among them. The portraits pasted beside doorways grinned viciously and laughed heartily. More than a dozen arms reached out from puddles by the roadside.

Bang.

Yang He shuddered violently.

A ten-meter ghostly shadow, long and thin as a spider, walked through Peibai City.

If Yang He had not continuously activated the Qi Gazing Technique, the Ghost Eye would already have closed. When had a country ghost from the Lore World ever seen such a sight?

Man and ghost looked toward the sky, and their worldview collapsed once more.

Yang He finally saw it... the great terror from the abyss.

The Plague Eye Spirit, the source of the warning in the information—a ghost god like an immortal Buddha!!!

Against the setting sun, a gigantic ghost corpse drifted among the clouds. Countless ghosts were constantly born from its flesh and fell to the ground.

The gigantic ghost corpse stretched across a thousand miles, blotting out the sky and sun.

Its chest and abdomen lay open, with twenty-four mountain-like ribs extending outward.

Its rotting organs still retained vitality, but its heart alone was missing.

"Vegetable merchants had! Vegetable merchants had!"

"Can someone tell me what the hell has happened to this world?!!"

Yang He breathed heavily. After his Spiritual Vision dropped to 13.4 points, he closed the Ghost Eye and emptied his mind as much as possible, refusing to let his thoughts descend into madness.

He could not help being grateful that his previous life had come from a technological age.

Countless lifelike films and television dramas had existed in his previous life, giving Yang He a psychological threshold far beyond that of ordinary people and barely keeping him from completely losing control.

"For now, the gigantic ghost corpse will not pose much danger."

Even looking directly at the gigantic ghost corpse could not attract its attention. Before such an immense being, he was nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

He summoned the panel. His Spiritual Vision revealed some information about the gigantic ghost corpse.

Wenqu Star Lord

"So it really is him, the Wenqu Star Lord invested by Jiang Ziya!"

Yang He did not know much about Investiture of the Gods. He had only recalled that the Wenqu Star Lord was Bigan because of the gigantic ghost corpse's appearance.

Bigan was King Zhou's royal uncle and one of the few loyal ministers of the Shang and Zhou eras.

In the original work, Daji forced Bigan to cut open his abdomen and Gouge Heart. Bigan used the talisman water bestowed by Jiang Ziya to prolong his life, yet he still died because he lacked a heart.

However, Bigan was ultimately invested as the Wenqu Star Lord by Jiang Ziya.

A bitter expression appeared on Yang He's face. It was likely not just Bigan; the immortal gods named in the Investiture of the Gods had all become ghost gods in the Main World.

The reason was unknown. Just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.

"The Ghost Sealing Roll has become a prophecy. Indeed, when Jiang Ziya bestowed titles, there were more dead people who received appointments than Living Person. It's fucking eerie!"

Yang He grew numb and half-closed his eyes, ignoring every abnormality around him.

He did not continue entering the Lore World.

Ghost Lotus 1/3 (7%)

The lotus seeds needed time to recover, so the remaining chance had to be preserved.

If he encountered danger, Yang He could use the Main World's frozen time to temporarily hide in the Lore World and seek a way out.

Yang He sat blankly on the steps, not knowing what he was thinking.

Dong dong dong.

The knocking interrupted his thoughts.

Yang He came back to himself and noticed a constable standing outside.

The constable was around thirty, dressed in a slightly faded uniform. Given the remote location of the earthen house, he had clearly come deliberately.

"You are... Uncle Zhang?"

"You've got decent eyesight."

Zhang Huayue smiled as he entered the courtyard and looked Yang He over. "Yang San looks so filthy, yet he produced such a handsome lad. If my daughter hadn't married so early, perhaps..."

Yang He gave an awkward smile without replying. Zhang Huayue was from the same hometown as father and son, both from the village households of Jialiang Water Town.

Old Man Yang had also gained a foothold in Peibai thanks to Zhang Huayue's assistance.

"Hm, what's that smell?"

"Uncle Zhang, it seems there are drowned cat or dog carcasses in the well. It reeks of blood and rot. My father went next door to draw water and will be back soon."

As He Spoke, Yang He continued observing Zhang Huayue.

After his Spiritual Vision improved further, his perception of ghosts had become even sharper.

Zhang Huayue definitely had a ghost.

Yang He could not tell what kind of ghost it was. It clung to Zhang Huayue's spine like a long snake made of white bones, tightly coiling around it.

He had assumed constables also practiced martial arts and should have Hungry Ghosts in their bodies. It seemed their methods were different.

Upon hearing about the foul stench, Zhang Huayue hurriedly bent down and approached the well to inspect it.

Yang He raised an eyebrow. The ghost bones at Zhang Huayue's spine began to wriggle.

He did not dare to determine whether Zhang Huayue knew ghosts existed. Logically speaking, some Martial Artist must have realized that Hungry Ghosts had possessed them. The Yamen could not possibly know nothing.

Yet Zhang Huayue did not seem to know.

If even the Yamen was kept in the dark, who would stop the ghosts?

Could the thin barrier separating humans and ghosts truly be so difficult to break?

"A He, it's fine."

Most of the yin aura brought by the Hungry Ghost had already dispersed, so Zhang Huayue naturally could not detect anything strange.

"A He, go to the medicine shop and get a prescription for insect-killing wind medicine. Sprinkle it into the well for a few days."

"And be extra careful lately."

Zhang Huayue's tone turned grave. "A highly skilled criminal named Song Zhi escaped from prison. Several people from the Yamen were killed or injured because of him, and there have even been murder cases in the city."

"Thank you for the warning, Uncle Zhang."

When Yang He heard the words "highly skilled," he felt an inexplicable tension.

At the same time, he found it strange. The authorities possessed a cultivation method different from the Hungry Ghost martial path, so why did there appear to be no drawbacks on the surface?

"Uncle Zhang, why not come inside and sit for a while?"

"No need."

Zhang Huayue said with a smile, "Have your father ask around at the Yamen's rear kitchen. A cook in charge of preparing meals died unexpectedly, and the newly hired cook happens not to know the market prices of fresh vegetables."

He left in a hurry, and Yang He could not help sighing over the benefits of having connections in the authorities.

With Zhang Huayue's single tip, Old Man Yang might truly be able to take over the rear kitchen business. Cooperating with the Yamen was a guaranteed iron rice bowl.

Not long after Yang He saw Zhang Huayue off, Old Man Yang arrived late.

Yang He was still hesitating over whether to tell his father, but Old Man Yang already knew about the unrest in the Yamen. That was why he had chatted with others for a while just now, though he had not expected someone to die in the rear kitchen.

Old Man Yang had already seen the opportunity for profit.

"A He, you're drenched in sweat. Stay home and rest tomorrow. I can go to the Yamen's rear kitchen alone. This is practically certain."

"I'll listen to you, Father."

Yang He readily agreed. The threat of the Hungry Ghost followed him like a shadow, so he naturally could not spare the attention.

He suspected the Hungry Ghost was already starving. It would surely come to claim lives tonight.

"I'll make dinner! Once the business is settled, father and son can share a pot of wine!"

"Don't forget to treat Uncle Zhang to a drink."

"Right, right, if only your Uncle Zhang's daughter hadn't already married..."

Yang He helplessly curled his lips, though it eased the chill that had seeped into his bones.

After father and son made do with a simple meal, they each returned to their rooms to rest.

The earthen house was not large. Its two side rooms had been cleared out from storage rooms, and to take care of Yang He, Old Man Yang had specifically given him the room by the window.

Yang He carefully moved the bed until it faced the courtyard directly.

He blew out the candle and sank into silence beneath the star-filled sky.