Wu Rong’s arrival couldn’t be concealed. The Coffin Old Man liked to run around too much, sooner or later he would know.
Lying on the floor to cool down, Master Ling Yun endured the sore muscles all over his body, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, very grateful.
He… survived.
At this moment, Master Ling Yun was very grateful that Fu Qing had not been reborn. The Chunyangzi of ten years ago was still a bit immature after all, and they were old rivals for more than ten years. Some moves had already been figured out by Master Ling Yun. If Ling Yun was not really good at fighting, and couldn’t reveal his true identity, which would make him a bit restrained in fighting, the outcome of tonight’s battle would be hard to say. The most frightening thing for Master Ling Yun was Chunyangzi’s abnormal growth ability in battle.
After playing for a while, Fu Qing reached the level of ‘Hell fire’.
Master Ling Yun sighed faintly, and smiled complacently when he thought of something.
With those little tricks he made, at least for the next three days, Chunyangzi would not be able to get up and trouble the King of Ghosts, and he would have time——
“Puff!”
A bandage ball hit Master Ling Yun like a meteorite, causing him to stare at stars and almost faint. The rustling sound of bandages rubbed against each other in the silent night, those bandages stretched and spread like snakes, quickly wrapping Master Ling Yun up. Master Ling Yun turned pale with shock. Oops, the Coffin Old Man was too excited!
“Calm down… Mm, mm!”
A bandage poked around his mouth, Master Ling Yun shut his mouth firmly, and the lower half of his face was immediately bound up tight. He shook his head and struggled hard, but the Coffin Old Man sitting on his chest was unmoved. From the gaps in the bandages on his face, it could be seen that the old man’s eyes had turned bloody red. The silver nails piercing his joints trembled, as if they were imprisoning the old man’s strength, but they couldn’t suppress his riot.
“Where is the king?”
A clear and angry male voice sounded. When the old man in the coffin was angry, his voice was no longer hoarse and old as in his disguise.
“You lied to me!”
“Mm—”
“You secretly went to meet the king behind my back, damn it, damn it, cunning Yun Zhongke!”
“No!”
“You have betrayed my trust, you flattering liar!”
“No…”
“Tell me, how did you get the injury on your body, did the king reward you!”
“Mm!”
“Okay, at this point you are still hiding from me, and you still haven’t told me the truth! Why don’t you speak!”
Master Ling Yun bit the bandage that kept sticking out of his mouth, and rolled his body violently like a big, stranded fish, directly pressing the angry Coffin Old Man under him. At the same time, he slammed his head on him. At the old man’s throat. The silver needle that pierced his throat was inserted deeper into his body. The old man in the coffin was taken by surprise, he let out a pained snort, and the bandages that were tightly wound like snakes loosened immediately.
At the same time, Master Ling Yun wiped off the bandage on his face, opened his mouth and cursed him furiously: “You are f*cking talking with a Daoist’s mouth tied, ah, from where do you want me to say it?! Did you think I can speak mouthless now or in your last life?! Heartless little bastard, who was the one that brought your tattered coffin out of the customs? Damn it, you just talk to me like this when I come back with an injury, ah?!”
“You……”
“Shut the fuck up and listen to me! Do you know who I went out to fight with today, huh? Talking out would scare you to death, you little bandage bastard. That’s Chunyangzi Fu Qing, Fu Qing, do you know, Fu Qing!? Fu Qing who is against our king! Do you know why the Ghost Dog King came to me and not you? Look at your nails, half of your strength hasn’t recovered. Do you want to go to cover the king or hold him back and deliver food to Fu Qing? ”
“I……”
“……sorry”
“What about me, do you think it’s a good thing for the king to come to Jieyang now, huh? In the past life, the roads were all messed up and you know what happened! Our greatest advantage is knowing the future development. Now everything is black before us, and we can’t cross the river blind again. I said earlier to hide, let’s hide first, do you think we are the only ones who were reborn in this world, and we can act arrogantly?!”
“Ah? I’m asking you something!”
“…sorry ”
Master Ling Yun’s storm-like fury directly suffocated Coffin Old Man, and he didn’t dare to struggle. He reflexively apologized sincerely, with a messy bandage on his head, revealing a few golden hairs. Like a puppy golden retriever that had been scolded by its owner.
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“What nonsense of killing? We have to cooperate with each other, do you understand? We have to cooperate.”
Master Ling Yun stood up, his body was so sore that he almost couldn’t keep his expression on his face. He staggered and sat on the bed with a serious expression: “Now there are Su Xiaomi, Mourning Ghost and the Ghost Dog King by the King’s side. This is not right.”
“What’s wrong? I wish I could’ve gone to the king first.”
Coffin Old Man sat up straight, cross-legged in the messy bandages.
“Wrong.”
Master Ling Yun quickly calculated with his fingers. As the most proficient in divination in the Yun family for a century, his calculation speed and accuracy were far beyond what Su Xiaomi could match. He stopped counting and clenched his hands into fists, sighing deeply.
“Su Xiaomi and Mourning Ghost are not reborn.”
“How did they go to the king’s side before they were reborn? Could it be that they are the illegitimate children of the Goddess of Fortune?”
Ignoring Coffin Old Man’s strange ambiguity, Master Ling Yun straightened out his thoughts: “Not going back to the King’s side for the time being is a decision I made after discussing with Hongxiu.”
“The matter of rebirth is incredible, and it was even more impossible for multiple people to be reborn. Among us, Hongxiu died first, me second, Su Xiaomi third, and you fourth. It could be ruled out that the resurrection was in chronological order.” After our death, the king should have promoted some people, such as Dawn Star and other foreign alliance ghosts. Dawn Star told me that he died in the battle of the Great Tiankeng.”
“Battle of the Great Tiankeng?”
Coffin Old Man stood up abruptly, and the bandages around him began to tremble restlessly again: “Are those heavenly ghosts reborn again?!”
“I don’t know.”
Master Ling Yun shook his head, his body hurt too much from sitting, he lay down and tried to flatten himself: “There must be a source for so many people’s rebirth, we didn’t live to the end, I don’t know what happened in the end, I don’t know …”
I don’t know if the Ghost King Wu Rong died or not.
Thinking of this, Master Ling Yun felt a shudder run down his back. Did the Ghost King Wu Rong die? He realized that he had never thought about it. His strength was at the peak of the world, and his Ghost Qi was so strong that he couldn’t even leave the ghost country in person, otherwise the place he set foot on would be completely eroded by Yin Qi, and become a dead place where even ghosts couldn’t survive.
Ghosts could live until the day their soul was broken, so the life of such a powerful Wu Rong was infinitely approaching eternity.
So, did he die?
The more important question was, would Wu Rong, the ghost king in this life, die?
It was like a pair of invisible hands were pushing the development of everything, and cold eyes were watching from the dark.
Master Ling Yun looked at the sky outside the window, the clouds covered it, and the stars and the moon could not be seen.
“You can’t be exposed.”
He repeated: “There must be something that is driving this series of things to happen. I am already in the open, and you have to be in the dark so that we can cooperate better. What you have to do now is not meet the king, not fight, but to restore your strength as soon as possible.”
“But these damn, annoying nails are so hard to fix, God, I don’t want to go back to Eurpoe and get them.”
“Who told you to fight against the coffin and come to the Asian League without pulling out the first holy nail?”
Master Ling Yun reprimanded without mercy: “Come here, let me have a look.”
“Hold it, I’ll get some of Zhou Jin’s blood to wipe you with later, or you can pray that the Dawn Star will bring some holy water when he comes.”
“Ouch, holy water.”
Coffin Old Man sat honestly by the bed and let Master Ling Yun look at his nails. Hearing this, he hated it to the point of wrinkling his bandages, and said in a muffled voice: “Anyway, I will do what you say, old man, you can be more specific, otherwise I can’t understand.”
Just know that your brain is stuffed with bandages and you can’t think at all.
Master Ling Yun complained in his heart, impatiently took out a mobile phone from under the pillow, tapped it casually, and stuffed it into the hands of the Coffin Old Man.
‘Hello everyone, welcome to [Huang Mao showing you the Tiankeng], hey, I’m the anchor Huang Mao…’
“I want you to look at this black-haired woman and record all her information, including what she said and what she did.”
What Master Ling Yun clicked on was the screen recording from when Huang Mao rebroadcasted No. 444 Tiankeng and the No. 3 Live Room.
“Remember it well, word for word.”
“Clear!”
With his command, Coffin Old Man was full of energy, wrapped the mobile phone in a bandage, and went back to lie in his coffin under the bed. The coffin closed with a click, and the voice of Huang Mao’s explanation became faint and inaudible. As the night got darker, his injury became more painful. Master Ling Yun endured the pain and recited the Dharma silently. There was no medicine to cure Zhengyang Fire in the world, and he could only live with it. Fortunately, he was also from Longhu Mountain, and the mental method he had learned was passed down to Fu Qing. Although it hurt, he would be able to bear it for two days.
“A-Bao…”
Master Ling Yun missed his little spirit dog, he turned over with difficulty, and let his back dry. He had no sleepiness at all, snorting.
“I guess no one will be able to sleep tonight.”
Not only them, so many things had happened, the well-informed people in Jieyang probably know of Wu Rong’s existence, and it depended on who will make the first move.
Will it be the Secret Lotus Congregation, or… Zhou Jin?
Master Ling Yun remembered Zhou Jin’s obsessive pursuit of Wu Rong in his previous life, but unfortunately, no one had ever been able to really get close to the ghost king’s heart. Then in this other life, would it be different?
Even Master Ling Yun who was a Tianjizi couldn’t figure it out.
It was night, Wu Rong and others moved into the three-story villa arranged by Zhou Jin. There were five bedrooms in total, two master bedrooms and three guest bedrooms, enough for Wu Rong and his group to live in. Wu Rong chose the innermost room on the second floor to the east, Huang Mao lived next to him, Bai Gu lived opposite him, and Su Xiaomi lived farther away.
It was just that no one was going to sleep tonight. After simply washing up, everyone gathered in the living room on the first floor. Everyone only drank soup for a day, so they were naturally a little hungry. Huang Mao was the quickest, ordering grilled beer crayfish on skewers, and a à la carte casserole for Wu Rong. Within half an hour, the group started eating.
“You are too young to drink.”
Without a doubt, Huang Mao took the beer can away from Su Xiaomi and replaced it with a carton of milk.
“Drink more milk and grow up.”
“Hey, there were so many exciting things that happened today, that I almost forgot. Xiaomi, we are back in the city now, can your brother enter, is it all right?”
Huang Mao drank a can of cold beer in one breath, and shouted happily: “Wasn’t it said that some people set their sights on you because of the good-looking ghost? I’m really curious as to how good-looking your brother is. Is he like you?”
“What does it mean to look like me? Aren’t I handsome?”
Su Xiaomi drank milk angrily: “He should be able to come in, the Stone Gambling Conference is about to start, and those people dare not make a big fanfare.”
No matter what Zhou Jin’s motives were, if he brought Wu Rong and his party in like this, in the eyes of others, Wu Rong and the others were under the protection of the Zhou family, and anyone who doesn’t want to directly confront the Zhou family would have to stop for the time being.
“Besides…”
As soon as Su Xiaomi opened his mouth, he stopped, ignoring Huang Mao’s questioning and kept drinking the milk, secretly glancing at Wu Rong out of the corner of his eye.
Besides, the blood-clothed ghost raised by Wu Rong was even more beautiful. In terms of beauty, he was more likely to be dragged into ghost movies than his brother.
Even though they experienced life and death together, Su Xiaomi dared to talk back to Huang Mao, but he always had a sense of awe towards Wu Rong, and he didn’t dare to make trouble in front of him.
“Someone will always come.”
Bai Gu opened his mouth, he didn’t eat the skewers, he only drank a bowl of egg drop soup: “I planted Wool Gu on Moon-face and the others before, and they will find it in three days at most.”
Before Bai Gu finished speaking, there was a dull knock on the door at the entrance of the villa.
“Knock knock.”
The author has something to say:
Master Lingyun: Ha, with my tricks, at least Chunyangzi will not be able to get up for the next three days to find trouble with the Ghost King!
Fu Qing: I feel uncomfortable and can’t get out of bed.
Shan Rong: Wait, I will go to your villa to take care of you.
Fu Qing: Come up and take care of me.
Fu Qing: Favorability +1 +1 +1 +1 + ♥
Master Lingyun: ? ? ? ?
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
JJWXC comments
Nº 2 Netizen: Seeing now, I always feel that this is actually the third life of Wu Rong. The first life is Wu Rong, the ghost king, and the second life is Wu Rong in the peaceful era, it’s only that he doesn’t remember it, and the third life is the current Wu Rong. It was said earlier that there will be repeated cycles of spiritual recovery in the tiankeng. What happened when the tiankeng first appeared, does it feel like they have been circulating in a huge, undiscovered tiankeng? Then the pit that the ghost king Wu Rong jumped into is a refresh point for restarting the cycle? (Don’t worry if you have a big brain)
[1F] Netizen: It feels that the memory is not substituting, maybe because of the long time. I have seen a lot of QT before. The main character kills his memory through hibernation. Years or decades, after waking up, he feels that the previous life was nothing… Maybe the protagonist is in this situation now, after all, compared to QT, the protagonist has only passed through one world
Nº 5 Netizen: In fact… when it comes to the ghost in blood clothes, I always think of Ukyo Tachibanas'
new skin
Nº 6 Netizen: Straight-brain bandaged little golden retriever shou × Roasting Mensao smooth Tianshi gong, I can do it!
Nº 14: Who still remembers the image of Master Ling Yun in our hearts when he first appeared on the stage?
[1F] Netizen: Grass, like a spring breeze, with snow-white long hair, faint fairy air, and has the meaning of Taoism when he opens your mouth. Now, this simple and honest man is the embodiment of the “yes” voice from LoL
[3F] Netizen: Hahahahahahaha 1F literature level is quite high
thanks for the chapter!!! ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Quack! even the Chinese comments can find the Coffin Old Man x “Double” Agent ship!!!! Also, does anyone else just kinda feel, that Huang Mao and Bai Gu would go well together? Like there’s no big interaction but I just got this sudden gut feeling (Ik gut feelings can’t be trusted but I’m willing to give it a try for this one 😳)
I hope there’s no side cp in this, or at least if there is, it’s not going to steal the spotlight from the main characters. I have PTSD from badly executed side cps’ 😔
Anyway, Lin Yun, you could easily discover the secret identity of this “mastermind” with just a quick internet search yknow.