Chapter 83 The Promise of the Ghost Race and the Evil God
"Very good, this is a good deal!"
The dark figure stopped in the alleyway, glanced around, and nodded with satisfaction.
"We have received your kindness and I believe our cooperation will be very pleasant!"
Whoosh!
As soon as the voice fell, strange figures immediately walked out of the surrounding ruins. Some of these people were dressed as businessmen, some were dressed as woodcutters, and there were also women and children. It was obvious that they were originally from this village.
I just don't know why, but the wolf-shaped monsters around them didn't seem to see them, and never attacked them from the beginning to the end.
"Very good, just remember our agreement!"
It was quiet all around, but soon, an evil aura that made the soul tremble suddenly sounded with a powerful oppressive force.
Buzz, before the voice fell, like some kind of signal, the few "villagers" standing at the front trembled all over, as if their body moisture had been drained, they quickly turned into mummies and fell to the ground.
And just as they fell, streams of black energy rose up from their bodies, gathering together like streams, and finally gathered into a blurry black shadow in mid-air more than ten feet above the ground.
"Welcome to the true God!"
As the black shadow appeared, the merchants and villagers dressed as woodcutter quickly became enthusiastic and worshiped in the air one by one.
If Chen Shaojun were here and saw this black air and felt the familiar aura in the black air, he would definitely be very shocked.
Because the "true god" in the mouths of many "villagers" is the cult demon god who haunted the crown prince during the palace incident and finally disappeared.
"Now that the sacrifices have been received, it's time to take the next step. How are your manpower prepared?"
The demon god of the cult was condescending, and his eerie voice echoed in the void.
"Everyone is in place!"
On the ground, the armor-clad black figure looked as usual:
"But there is one last thing left. The auras of us ghosts and humans are completely different. It is far from easy to sneak into the capital of the Great Shang Dynasty to carry out an assassination. You must use something to shield the aura in order to proceed smoothly."
"In this regard, we have to trouble your sect. This is also what our ghost clan general and your sect have agreed on before."
"Jiejiejie..."
A sinister laughter sounded in the void:
"No problem with any of this!"
Whoa, before the voice fell, a sound broke through the air. In the blink of an eye, seven black-gold metal tokens were thrown out from the black air in mid-air and flew down:
"These seven tokens are condensed with human souls. They are enough to allow you ghost clan members to move freely in the capital. However, I also have a condition. I want you to kill someone for me."
"A human named Chen Shaojun ruined my previous actions. If you kill him for me, consider it as the price for my help."
When he said the words "Chen Shaojun", the voice of the evil cult demon revealed a strong murderous intent.
"good!"
The armored ghosts on the ground were startled at first, but quickly took the token and agreed immediately without saying a word:
"We will bring his body to you soon!"
It's just killing more humans, what difference does it make to the ghost beings?
Ouch, there was a scream, and all the ghost creatures seemed to have received some kind of order, dragging the human corpses and following the armored ghost, scrambling to be the first, and returned to the vortex one after another.
"Take all the corpses away. With these sacrifices, our hope of resurrecting the One will be much greater."
And in mid-air, the evil cult demon also laughed sinisterly.
"Jiejie, the Great Shang court will soon discover that these ghosts are attracting attention here. At least no one will pay attention to us anymore."
Phew, just for a moment, all the breath disappeared, leaving only balls of flames burning on the ground.
…
As autumn turns to winter, the weather becomes colder and colder.
Chen Shaojun stood in the yard and saw that the locust tree planted by his father was already bare, and the tree was covered with crystalline ice edges.
"It's the beginning of winter, and it looks like it's going to snow soon."
Chen Shaojun said secretly in his heart.
The days passed very peacefully.
"Father, I have run out of inkstones and paper. I want to go to some pen shops and study rooms in the capital and buy some scriptures."
Chen Shaojun took a few steps forward, bowed and said to his father who was not far away.
In the yard, my father, dressed in cloth, was standing under the locust tree, holding a scroll in his hand and reading silently.
This is my father's habit of getting up early, and he has been doing it for many years.
The weather was cold, but Chen Shaojun's father, Chen Zongxi, stood straight and did not feel the cold at all.
People in the Literary Way who have cultivated to the master level are immune to cold and heat. Although they are not like warriors who can destroy the world with a snap of their fingers, they still have all kinds of extraordinary qualities.
"Um."
Hearing this, Chen Zongxi put down his scriptures and glanced up at Chen Shaojun:
"Go, the winter sacrifice is coming, you don't have to rush home. The literati Mozi in the capital should be gathered in the literary building now, gathering poems and talking about knowledge. Now that you have become enlightened in reading, go and talk to them.
Let’s communicate more.”
"The sages have said that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. This is the way for us scholars to understand the truth and do knowledge. We should not just stick to books."
"Yes, children can be taught."
Chen Shaojun lowered his head and said respectfully.
In terms of learning, Chen Shaojun felt inferior. Even though he was an immortal in his previous life, Chen Shaojun felt that he was far inferior to his father in this aspect.
After greeting his father, Chen Shaojun went out quickly.
Starting from his home, Chen Shaojun did not go to Bipu Study Room immediately, but turned around halfway and headed straight towards Xiaxu.
It's been a while since the last meeting, and it's time for the two parties to cooperate and deliver the silver. But the most important thing is that Chen Shaojun's previous entrustment of Jin Yilei to investigate the ghost clan's territory has finally made progress.
In a guest room exclusively for rest in Xiaxu, Chen Shaojun met Jin Yilei.
"Sir, what you asked me to inquire about before has been found out."
The first words Jin Yilei spoke made Chen Shaojun excited:
"During this period, people in Xiaxu are traveling north and south, and they are the most well-informed. Recently in Xiaxu, I heard them talking about a major event, and it is not far from our capital."
"oh?"
Chen Shaojun raised his eyebrows and showed a listening look.
"Sixty miles away from the capital, there was a village where one or two thousand people were massacred. The imperial court sent people there and found traces of the ghost tribe's boundary passage, and there was also the aura left by the ghost tribe's creatures at the scene."
"What!"
Even though Chen Shaojun had been mentally prepared, he was shocked when he heard these words.
The emperor's feet are no small matter. I have never heard of such a thing before, and the passages to the ghost clan's realm usually appear in extremely remote places. How could it appear so close to the capital?
"Not only that, I also made special inquiries. It seems that the ghost clan also sent many assassin masters to infiltrate the capital."
Jin Yilei said.
"How can it be?"
Chen Shaojun frowned:
"The auras of ghost creatures and humans are completely different. It is definitely not that easy to sneak into the capital. It should be easy to be discovered. It will never succeed!"
"We thought so too, but it is indeed the case. I asked someone to inquire and found out that Zhao Shilang of the Ministry of War was assassinated last night. One of the assassins was caught. It has been determined that he is a ghost.
Judging from the results, these people should have special means to conceal their aura."
"In addition, I have inquired carefully and found that there is more than one master of the ghost clan who has sneaked into the capital. The others have not been caught yet."
Jin Yilei said.
"knew."
Chen Shaojun nodded. It seemed that this matter had little to do with him for now, but his father would like to remind him.
Chen Shaojun vaguely felt that the purpose of these ghost assassins seemed to be to carry out mass assassinations in order to create chaos in the capital. However, the most urgent thing Chen Shaojun was most concerned about was the method of entering the ghost realm.
"You continue to help me pay attention to this matter, especially the entrance to the ghost clan's realm, and notify me immediately as soon as there is any news."
"Yes, sir!"
Jin Yilei said hurriedly.
"By the way, I have some new insights on weapon refining recently. In the future, you can bring over some more powerful broken magic weapons. This will be more beneficial to us."
Chen Shaojun said.
In the past, Chen Shaojun could only repair some relatively low-level magical weapons due to his cultivation. Although he was repairing the weapons, he didn't get much reward. But now his strength has been greatly improved, which is different from before. Naturally, he can repair some powerful magic weapons.
Tools, this is exactly where the value of a tool repairer lies.
"Ah? That's great!"
Jin Yilei was overjoyed when he heard this, and even his eyes became extremely sharp.
No one understands the value of a weapon repairer better than him. From the first time Chen Shaojun repaired a magic weapon, he knew that this gentleman was just practicing casually and would definitely repair more powerful magic weapons in the future.
"Don't worry, sir, I'll go get ready right away."
Jin Yilei left in a hurry.
Chen Shaojun strolled around the lower ruins, bought some spiritual herbs, elixirs and magic tools needed for his practice, and then headed towards the nearby Bipu Study Room.
Chen Shaojun did not lie. The pens, inks, paper and inkstones in his study had never been replaced after his father's accident. He indeed needed to buy some replacements.
After passing through several streets, before reaching the Bipu Study Room, bursts of loud talk immediately reached my ears.
Chen Shaojun raised the car window and took a look. He saw some literati in Confucian robes talking loudly about poetry and articles in a nearby teahouse. The Zi Zhang School, Zi Si School, Yan School... were all among them.
This is Wenlou.
Wenlou does not refer to a certain place, but specifically to the places where scholars gather.
There are at least twenty or thirty such literary buildings in the capital, where they are all places for discussing poetry, poetry, and exchanging knowledge.
The carriage was not moving very fast. When Chen Shaojun looked up, he could see a famous scholar arguing with the opposite person, his face flushed and excited.