Lin Feng hammered on the door with absolutely no manners, bang, bang, bang. The others heard the noise but dared not come out to look, leaving him to pound away outside. Strangely, though, the Li Family's Jiao corpses passed right by him as if they could not see him, sidling past his body.
Lin Feng wiped the corner of his mouth and looked behind him. An illusory Divine Carriage hovered there, and something followed him, never leaving his side.
A trail of Yellow Earth lay beneath his feet, rather like the so-called Pure Land.
The Pure Land paved the way.
Pure water washed the streets.
Those who walked a road of Pure Land were either people of distinction or the dead.
With every step Lin Feng took, vast amounts of Yellow Earth appeared beneath his feet. In other words, he was actually walking a road for the dead.
Behind him, another pair of footprints marked the Yellow Earth.
They belonged to someone no one else could see.
A Yellow Talisman was also pasted onto this figure's body.
Chicken-Foot Script covered the Yellow Talisman.
It was a form of outer script.
It looked like the random markings left when someone scattered a handful of rice over sand and several roosters crowded together to peck at it.
The Yellow Talisman read: [Whoever removes this spell shall suffer a vile curse and fall into a place of endless tribulations, never to return.]
Beneath that vile curse was an image of the Southern Dipper True Lord.
This road led to the Southern Dipper.
Lin Feng glanced back, then knocked again.
"Who is it?"
Under his relentless knocking, the old woman inside finally lost her patience and spoke.
He said he was looking for a penniless scholar whom others said had disappeared here.
No further