The Advancing Food
The "punishment" came so suddenly that, amidst the Tree Witch's voice, two figures vaguely appeared in Yu Xing's mind.
One is himself, and the other is Yu Fengchen, who is not here.
Clearly, Ghost Tree called them outcasts, but he couldn't tell these believers that one of them had already been replaced by Jiang Jieleng.
Darkness enveloped his vision. Yu Xing blinked and suddenly found it amusing.
He had suspected the Tree Witch was up to something, but he never expected Tree Witch to pull off something this big.
The Tree Witch must have done something to force the Ghost Tree to punish him by compelling its followers to capture this outcast.
The original plan was to slowly boil him like a frog in warm water, making him feel a sense of belonging and gradually assimilate him.
Now, He's in a hurry. He's really in a hurry.
Yu Xing found it amusing and laughed out loud as well.
The believers' spirits had not yet recovered, and although everyone knew he was the so-called outcast, they couldn't do anything about him in the short term.
Jiang Jieleng placed his hand on Yu Xing's forearm and said softly, "Did you foresee this situation in your plan?"
Yu Xing turned his head, and in the darkness, his eyes shone with a faint, eerie light, somewhat unsettling, yet also like the only light in a repressive atmosphere, drawing people in.
"You can't blame me for this," the only light said. "Clearly, it's not my fault, it's Yu Fengchen's fault."
Jiang Jieleng silent for a moment, then followed Yu Xing's train of thought.
It must be said that Yu Xing was right.
This current development is not good for Ghost Tree. First of all, this is the territory of his followers. Letting the night sweep over might also release some of the restrictions on the followers' abilities, but those wandering vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts will also invade. Even if Yu Xing is captured, Ghost Tree's followers will suffer heavy losses in Yu Xing's counterattack and the invasion of ghosts.
This was originally unnecessary.
Every believer is a source of nourishment for the Ghost Tree. If He were to choose for Himself, Yu Xing believes that He would never abandon any believer.
So why does this happen?
It could only be Yu Fengchen, hiding among the branches, causing trouble. Yu Fengchen possesses power originating from the same source as the Ghost Tree, and Yu Xing's curse may have originated from this Ghost Tree, resulting in a perfect fusion of powers. However, Yu Fengchen's curse clearly originates from another Ghost Tree, meaning it is not only of the same origin but also repulsive.
Yu Fengchen's existence is the most tempting nourishment for Ghost Tree, but the trouble he causes can be devastating.
It must be that Yu Fengchen did something behind the scenes that made Ghost Tree realize the serious crisis and had no choice but to take this drastic measure to capture Yu Fengchen —and incidentally capture Yu Xing as well.
He probably only relaxed the Tree Witch's authority, allowing Tree Witch to allocate a certain amount of cursed power, but his wooden head couldn't have imagined that the Tree Witch's stance was already starting to become strange.
Taking advantage of this opportunity Tree Witch, who had long harbored ulterior motives, used the oracle as a pretext to issue a devastating order to the Underground City, ostensibly as punishment from the Wood God. In reality, it was a double-edged sword: eliminating Yu Xing and plunging the Underground City into utter chaos.
This move aligned with Yu Fengchen's wishes, as well as the Tree Witch's, and even facilitated Yu Xing's intentions—he originally wanted to completely destroy this place and cause the Ghost Tree to lose its followers.
The only difference is that he could have safely and gradually laid out his plans, but now he is prey in a cage, to be hunted by all the hunters.
Yu Fengchen really believed in his abilities, thinking that he would definitely not get into trouble here...
Yu Xing smiled and considered the situation. As long as he wasn't caught, it would be a win-win-win situation, which he was quite happy to see.
Moreover, Yu Fengchen left Jiang Jieleng here for him. Jiang Jieleng was not exposed. In the eyes of the believers, Jiang Jieleng was not an outsider, but a partner they could trust.
Yu Xing leaned closer and whispered in Jiang Jieleng's ear, "You'll have to keep a good 'hunt' for me later~ Now I'm going to... run away first."
After saying that, Yu Xing took advantage of the fact that the believers were still recovering and the black mist had just enveloped the Underground City before the ghosts rushed in, got up and ran away.
Gu Lao
Jiang Jieleng: "..." At a time like this, he still has to tease people. He's really being incredibly shameless.
Because Yu Xing had infused his body with some cursed power, the effects on him were much less severe than on the other believers. After groping around for a while, he found the believer closest to him who was lying on the ground groaning in pain.
The boy was still holding his plush rabbit in his arms, and in the pitch black, a flash of blood red appeared in the rabbit's eyes.
The plush rabbit stirred, and then the groaning of the believer abruptly ceased, leaving only the squeak of air leaking from a slit neck.
"Ho--Ho--"
Jiang Jieleng's legs had regained some strength. He stood up expressionlessly, hugged his rabbit, and randomly chose a direction with more people to walk towards.
Along the way, more and more believers could only utter the sounds of their dying breaths.
The boy's gaze was indifferent, and the smell of blood at the tip of his nose grew stronger.
What else can we do?
Yu Fengchen and Yu Xing, they're both so good at causing trouble.
Since these believers will all be enemies anyway, while they're immobilized, we might as well kill one... everyone we can.
What should have been a matter for those two people has now become a problem for him alone to deal with this group of foolish believers. It's one thing for Yu Xing to be a problem, but Yu Fengchen clearly knows that he hates dealing with stupid people the most.
Ha, what a pathetic adult.
Two days ago, probably no one could have imagined that this Underground City, which resembled a paradise, would be plunged into boundless darkness in the blink of an eye.
The vengeful spirits, filled with resentment, crawled closer and closer through the gaps in the rough branches. So many years had passed, and now they could finally occupy this space endlessly. Yet, the spirits felt no gratitude, only ever-growing rage.
Why can't we do it now?
Why have those creatures that look like humans been able to live here for so many years?
I'm not satisfied, so I want to kill them all.
Kill them all!
The big-headed hungry ghost staggered along the stone path, his gaping maw stretching out in a smile.
Behind it followed many terrifying-looking ghosts, their eyes gleaming with hunger and ferocity.
The black fog had been spreading for quite some time, and the believers had come to their senses. They chose to gather at the altar to discuss countermeasures, so there wasn't a single humanoid believer on the road.
Because the altar is protected by the Wood God, it is difficult for vengeful spirits to break in directly. Moreover, believers think that given the intelligence of vengeful spirits... they might not be able to find them inside the altar.
But they could never have imagined that at this very moment, the vengeful spirits who harbored boundless hatred for them had already resolutely set off towards the altar.
The Big-Headed Hungry Ghost was one of the leading ghosts among the vengeful spirits. It touched its swollen belly and thin throat, recalling the words of the living person who had just fed it.
"Go to the altar and kill those believers. For every one you kill, I'll reward you by eating one."
The man's expression was quite playful, and his calm tone made it sound like he was discussing a trivial matter in daily life. He patted its head, just like he would pat a puppy.
The big-headed hungry ghost grinned and touched its bald head with its tiny hand.
This feels pretty good, so... let's kill to fill our stomachs.