Watch Your Mouth

Little Fatty was so anxious that his insides burned, yet he did not dare touch the walls formed from black mist.

This time, he had truly been scared pissless. He had no idea what would happen to the others...

The human cultivators outside and Dole Ghost King had already fought themselves into a real fury. Once this was over, neither side would let him off.

It had been fine when there was no hope of escape, but now a splendid opportunity lay before him. Not only could he escape, he could also sneak over amid the chaos and reach Purple Firmament Dao Lord's Seated Transcendence Land first.

This senior brother here actually has a map!

Letting this chance slip away would hurt worse than killing him.

Qin Yang had already walked halfway out when his footsteps suddenly halted. He turned and stared at Little Fatty, who was looking at him eagerly.

Qin Yang treated all those earlier promises as farting, but that final claim of being well-traveled and knowledgeable, however watered down it might be, was certainly better than his own knowledge.

After all, he had only been in this world for a year. Most of the foundation he had built came from Corpse Touching, with all that knowledge instantly melting into his understanding...

Of course, that was rather awkward. His strengths were far too lopsided. When it came to talismans, Qin Yang absolutely counted as a proper talisman master, one with deep research and understanding of foundational talismans.

But when it came to the many things that required accumulated experience and broad knowledge, he truly fell a little short.

After all, he had never touched out an encyclopedia...

"Brother Qin, I can also seek dragons and locate acupoints, read terrain and feng shui. What I am best at is digging graves and robbing tombs..." Little Fatty continued chattering on about his usefulness...

Qin Yang turned and walked back, looking at Little Fatty with a face full of sighs.

"I admire how shameless you are. Even if I do not save you, you can escape on your own, right?"

"Don't say that, Brother Qin. This time, I truly have no way out. I do not have any method to escape this place. These venomous insects are called Bone Eating Worms. Each one is as fine as dust, and there are far too many gathered here. On top of that, they fear neither heaven nor earth and will fight to the death. Once provoked, they will not rest until one side dies. I truly have no solution. Aside from special methods of control, only treasures like the Blood Lama can drive them back..."

Little Fatty spoke with utter sincerity, looking as though he had resigned himself to his fate...

Perhaps ninety-nine percent of what Little Fatty said was true, but that one crucial part was definitely false.

That was why he could sound so sincere...

Yet Qin Yang did not believe a single punctuation mark of what he said.

Walking up to Little Fatty's cell, Qin Yang revealed a faint smile.

"Junior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother was only joking with you. Do you believe me?"

"I do. Whatever you say, Senior Brother, I believe it all!"

"Fine..." Qin Yang choked for a moment. He had completely underestimated the depths of Little Fatty's shamelessness. "Saving you is no problem. We will continue exploring together. After all, we are weak and outnumbered..."

After using the Blood Lama to save Little Fatty, the people in the surrounding cells began looking at Qin Yang eagerly as well, begging him hoarsely to save them.

"Save me, and I'll give you five thousand Spirit Stones!"

"A Magical Artifact! Save me, and it's yours!"

Amid their heart-rending cries, Qin Yang turned a deaf ear and walked straight toward the entrance of the Black Prison.

He knew exactly what sort of trash these people were. Over the past year, what kinds of people from all walks of life had he not seen? Dole Ghost King was looking for him, yet they had failed to recognize him entirely. And they claimed they had come to sell information? They were merely a pack of lowly, brazen swindlers. This time, however, they had swindled a Ghost King and kicked an iron plate...

If he saved them, they would definitely turn hostile on the spot.

"If we can't get out, don't even think of leaving!" Seemingly realizing that Qin Yang was determined to ignore them, someone finally roared and pulled out a Magical Artifact, launching an attack at Qin Yang...

However...

The instant the spiritual light of the Magical Artifact lit up and touched the black mist, that person was completely engulfed by it. A shrill scream rang through the Black Prison...

In merely three or four breaths, the scream abruptly stopped. The black mist continuously shrank before flying back and becoming the thin mist wall again. As for that cultivator, not even dregs remained.

When they reached the gates of the Black Prison, Little Fatty rushed ahead first.

"Brother Qin, how could I trouble you with this? Leave it to me."

Little Fatty stepped up to the gates and activated the black silk ribbon wrapped around his wrist. It slipped through the crack in the door, crawled outside, and opened the gates from without...

The instant the gates opened, they saw two bored Wardens standing outside, tightly bound by Little Fatty's black silk ribbon. With a tug of Little Fatty's hand, the ribbon abruptly tightened, and the two Ghost Soldiers exploded with a bang into clouds of Ghost Qi that dispersed...

They looked around. Apart from those two Ghost Soldiers, there was no one else. Ahead, only even denser black mist blanketed the way. There were more Bone Eating Worms here, and they were of a higher grade.

With these Bone Eating Worms around, there was naturally no need to worry about the prisoners escaping. Qin Yang also guessed that this Black Prison was probably not used much, with few chances to employ it in ordinary days.

When these ghost creatures committed offenses, according to the rules among ghosts, most were simply killed on the spot...

Holding the Blood Lama, Qin Yang activated it and slowly approached that curtain of black mist. Faint ripples emerged one after another as the Bone Eating Worms were driven away, rapidly moving to both sides. The black mist grew thinner and thinner, until the scene outside could already be seen...

There were scarcely any ghostly figures on the streets outside. Looking into the distance, they could only see two Giant Spirit Ghosts receding farther away. The remaining two Giant Spirit Ghosts had gone to stand before Ghost City and guard it, leaving Ghost City increasingly empty...

Farther away, fiery clouds and black clouds shifted rapidly across the sky. Even here, the aftershocks of spiritual power fluctuations could be felt with absolute clarity...

Only after seeing that no one was around did Qin Yang hurriedly pour more power into the Blood Lama and slip out of the black mist. Little Fatty followed close behind...

Once outside, they looked toward the rear of Ghost City. One Line Sky was there. So long as they left Ghost City, they could reach Purple Firmament Dao Lord's Seated Transcendence Land.

Moreover, this place had originally been a relatively secluded area deep within Ghost City, making the distance even shorter.

Just as the two hypocritical senior and junior brothers emerged, a ghost claw over thirty meters wide appeared out of thin air a hundred or so meters away. Then a streak of sword light flashed, and the ghost claw vanished...

The instant the ripples from battle reached them, they saw the two combatants. One was a woman in a black dress, holding a black whip tipped with a snake's head. The snake head flicked its tongue and raised itself high.

Opposite her stood a young man who looked barely twenty, with sword-like brows and starry eyes. Dressed in white robes and holding a three-foot azure blade, he cut an exceptionally fine figure...

The two were fighting fiercely, but Qin Yang's face instantly turned green. Expressionlessly, he slapped a pile of talismans onto himself—Wind Travel Talismans, Autumn Cicada Talismans, Vajra Talismans...

Then...

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and ran.

Little Fatty jolted and immediately followed Qin Yang, muttering as he ran, "A female ghost and an inner disciple of Boundless Dao Academy, neither is any good. Let the dog-fucker and donkey-fucker beat each other to death..."

They had only run a hundred or so meters when the sounds of battle behind them suddenly stopped...

Little Fatty turned back for a look and nearly pissed himself...

That female ghost had no idea what madness had seized her. Her eyes were wide with fury, her teeth clenched as she chased after them. She completely ignored the sword light of that young cultivator behind her, even taking a blow head-on just to pursue them...

Seeing this, Qin Yang's face turned even greener...

He had recognized her at a glance just now. She was Imperial Concubine De...

That little bitch was at the Ghost Soldier realm. Last time, she had seen through his disguise, though she should not know his true appearance. Who knew what method she had used this time? From that single exchanged glance, Qin Yang knew that the little bitch had recognized him! Now that they had run into each other, seeing that teeth-gritted, mortal-enmity glare of hers, if she caught him, he would definitely be worse off than dead!

Naturally, he could not let that shameless Little Fatty know about this. He could not let him think the female ghost was chasing him...

Thus...

"Watch your fucking mouth!"

"How the fuck was I supposed to know..." Little Fatty was on the verge of tears, nearly going mad...

"Quit talking and run."