Monster on the Grave Soil

Netherworld mist shrouded the sky.

Grave soil covered the land.

Black blood flowed from an unknown distance, staining patches of grave soil.

Chen Mu had tried to approach the black-brown bloodstain on the grave soil, but just a slight approach was enough for an unspeakable sense of terror to completely engulf him.

Even the layer of faint white light around him began to tremble and shake.

"This blood has already dried up, yet I can't even get close, and that's with the system's protection... Even the blood of a First Rank Martial Saint couldn't be this terrifying."

Chen Mu murmured in his heart.

Initially, let alone getting close, even a glance would make his hair stand on end. Although he could now look directly at it, he still couldn't get close.

Black blood and black mist were the two most terrifying things he had felt in the Netherworld. Without the protection of the faint white light outside his body, let alone getting close, his soul would be corroded in an instant.

Black mist, black blood, grave soil, Netherworld Ghosts.

These were the only things Chen Mu had seen in his four Soul Roaming trips to the Netherworld. There was nothing else.

He continued forward.

The black mist in the distance remained so far away that it seemed impossible to ever reach.

But!

Just at this moment, from the endless expanse of darkness, a dark shadow suddenly appeared. From a distance, this shadow did not have a human form; it seemed to extend countless black tentacles.

And before Chen Mu could react, it seemed to have already discovered his presence.

Suddenly.

In Chen Mu's line of sight, the chaotic black shadow vanished.

At this moment, a sudden alarm blared in Chen Mu's heart. A strong sense of terror spread through him, making him feel a chill down his spine. Just as he was about to search for the suddenly vanished black shadow,

A pale infant's arm reached out from behind him, reaching towards his shoulder.

No!

Not just one.

A quick glance revealed countless arms of varying thickness reaching out from behind him, grabbing towards his body.

That unspeakable terror covered Chen Mu's entire body. He wanted to dodge, but he was completely unable to move. Even his thoughts were frozen, unable to turn!

He could only watch helplessly as the countless small hands grabbed towards him.

Then.

All the hands touched the layer of white light on his body.

Boom!!!

As if touching some taboo.

Chen Mu heard a piercing scream.

To be precise, it wasn't just one sound, but countless sounds overlapping, a series of piercing screams erupting at the same time, making him feel as if his thoughts were about to explode in that instant.

He saw a flash of white light, seemingly tearing through the gloomy sky in an instant, shattering the boundless grave soil, and reflecting into his vision, leaving only a vast expanse of white!

Each of those baby-like arms, for every inch covered by the white light, disappeared by an inch, until finally they vanished completely, entirely submerged by the white.

Swish.

Chen Mu's consciousness returned.

Before his eyes was still that endless expanse of grave soil.

The white light was gone, and the strange and terrifying baby arms had left no trace. The eerie mist still permeated the sky, as if everything had just been a fleeting dream, a hallucination that appeared in an instant.

"What was that..."

As Chen Mu gradually recovered, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Whether it was Cui'er, or Xiao Qingshan, or Mo Zhu, none of them had actively attacked him when he approached, nor had they made any movements.

But that thing just now,

Definitely wasn't of that type.

That terror was beyond description, even beyond comprehension. When it approached, his very thoughts froze, as if there was a difference in the very level of life.

But while that thing was terrifying, the faint layer of white light around his body was even more terrifying. In that instant, it seemed to have altered the entire world.

Before, Chen Mu only knew that this layer of white light was very strong, strong enough to isolate the terror of the Netherworld, allowing his weak soul to safely enter and roam here.

But now.

Chen Mu was even more certain of the power of this dim white light. Even the terrifying strangeness that he couldn't comprehend just now couldn't shake this layer of white light on his body.

He calmed his thoughts slightly.

Chen Mu shook his head slightly.

Regardless of what that was just now, and regardless of what level of power this white light granted by the system was, for him now, investigating it held no meaning.

What he needed to do now was to quickly find a suitable ghost and eliminate their obsession.

As Chen Mu continued forward, several dark figures appeared in the distance. Chen Mu flew towards one of them and quickly approached it.

This dark figure was a man.

There were two lines of bloody tears in his eyes, and a dirty rope hung around his neck. He was drifting aimlessly, giving Chen Mu a feeling not much different from Xiao Qingshan and Mo Zhu.

[Geng He]

[Origin: Kyoto, South Screen Street]

[Resentment: Naturally addicted to gambling, lost all his family's wealth, his wife and daughter were sold to pay off debts. By the time he realized, it was too late, and he hanged himself.]

[Obsession: Failed his wife and daughter]

Chen Mu looked at the description on the system interface and shook his head slightly.

The fact that a wisp of obsession remained and drifted in this Netherworld indicated that he had indeed repented in his final moments, and this trace of obsession was quite strong, almost comparable to Xiao Qingshan and Mo Zhu.

But this is not worthy of sympathy and pity.

Only the innocent wife and daughter are worthy of pity and sympathy.

Chen Mu slowly said, "I will go find them, if they are still alive."

Chen Mu was not particularly benevolent, nor did he plan to be a good person. Taking on this obsession was simply because it wasn't difficult to accomplish. As long as there was information, it wouldn't be hard to resolve.

Geng He's soul shadow didn't react, floating quietly above the withered grave soil.

Bedroom.

Chen Mu slowly opened his eyes.

"Geng He..."

He murmured.

Currently, it's unclear when Geng He's wife and daughter were sold. All that's known is that he was from South Screen Street in Kyoto. With only this rough information, it's no longer suitable to have Ren Yan investigate.

Chen Mu knew a place to go.

Heaven's Secret Pavilion.

This was an organization specifically responsible for gathering information.

Gathering information should be left to professionals. Geng He was not a martial artist, nor was he an important figure. Investigating his information wouldn't be difficult and wouldn't require much money.

However, it's unknown how long ago Geng He died. If it was within a year, it would be fine, but if it was three or five years, the longer the time, the more difficult the investigation would naturally be, and the more money would be needed.

Fortunately, he was not short on money now.

It wouldn't be long before the first profit from the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion would be distributed.

If he couldn't find any information or news about Geng He's wife and daughter, or if Geng He's wife and daughter had already passed away, then he would light an incense stick for them. Even if he couldn't eliminate all the obsession, he could complete a part of it.

If that still didn't work, then he would let Geng He 'accidentally' touch the white light on his body.

Reset the task.

He believed Geng He wouldn't mind.