Chapter 2225: The Doctor Who Shook the World (10)
Chapter 2225: Chapter 2225: The Doctor Who Shook the World (10)
According to that person, Chen Yin appeared nearby about half a year ago.
She is an assassin, killing anyone she sees, like a puppet of murder.
Quite a few cultivators have died at her hands.
The only thing she ever said is that she’s called Chen Yin, from Demon Mountain.
Because of her terrifying power, people from the nearby towns are very afraid of her, which caused the scene just now when her name was mentioned.
Chuzheng lowered her head to examine her hands.
These hands are fair and delicate, completely unlike the hands of a killer.
This body is pretty remarkable...
Now that she’s occupying this body, what happened to its original owner?
All sorts of strange thoughts flashed through Chuzheng’s mind.
Chuzheng put down her hands and glanced at the person on the ground: "Do you know where Wuyin Town is?"
"Wuyin Town?" The person shook his head, indicating he’s never heard of it.
Chuzheng lifted her clothes and crouched down, meeting the person’s gaze: "Go find out, figure out where Wuyin Town is, and I won’t kill you."
"..." Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t kill me? Why change your mind!
Of course, he didn’t dare challenge Chuzheng, so he nodded repeatedly.
The person crawled up shakily and turned away.
Chuzheng grabbed his collar, threatening him darkly: "You better not run..."
It’s very troublesome for me to catch someone again.
"No... no, I wouldn’t dare." Where would he dare to run?
Moreover, the town is only so big, where could he run? It’s said she can slaughter a town in mere moments.
Chuzheng released her grip, gesturing for him to hurry up.
"Do you want to sit for a while?" Chuzheng turned to ask her card.
Jing Po looked at the mess on the ground and the tightly shut street doors, with a face seemingly expressing the question of ’how to sit’.
Chuzheng flipped over the coffin and slapped the bottom: "Sit."
Jing Po: "..."
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On the deserted street, a young boy wrapped in a white hood sat on the overturned coffin, his sitting posture inexplicably obedient.
Beside him stood a little girl who occasionally walked a few steps, looking sternly in the direction of the town.
The people in the town, quite a few, were watching.
Originally thinking she would commit a massacre, who would have guessed she only caught one person and, unknown what she said, didn’t do anything.
Soon, that person knocked on everyone’s doors, asking if they knew where Wuyin Town was.
People in Golden Cicada Town had never heard of such a place as Wuyin Town, and are certain within a twenty-mile radius, there’s no such place.
"That’s all she asked?" Someone grabbed that person and asked: "Will she kill us? I heard she massacred a village before."
"I don’t know..." The person was tearful, everyone kept asking him the same question.
"Why is she asking this?"
"...I don’t know!"
"What did she just ask you?"
"..."
From initial question and answer to numbness, the person immediately left once he got an answer, never lingering.
Golden Cicada Town is only this big, and the man soon finished asking around.
The person returned quickly, reporting cautiously: "I’ve asked everyone, no one knows where Wuyin Town is that you mentioned."
Chuzheng: "..."
The person swallowed, speaking eagerly: "But you can go to the mountain at the back and find that strange old man, he claims to know everything."
Chuzheng raised an eyebrow, suspecting the person was trying to shift the trouble elsewhere.
The person patted his chest in assurance: "I’m not lying, he really knows a lot, people in our town call him Mr. Know-It-All."
Chuzheng: "..."
You just called him a strange old man!
Chuzheng turned to help Jing Po down: "Want to check it out?" A desperate attempt for a hopeless situation.
"...Okay." Jing Po nodded obediently.
Seeing Chuzheng about to leave, the person was noticeably relieved.
No need to die...
"You."
Chuzheng pointed at that person, and his just-relaxed breath tightened abruptly.
"Do you have anything else for me?"
"Lead the way."
"..."
The person’s face instantly turned ashen.
Why is he so unlucky to be the first one caught by her?
There was even Wang Mazi, who sells tofu, ahead of him, why him!
Measuring his chances of survival against the odds of escape, he ultimately chose—to lead the way.
Better to live poorly than not at all.
He considered it a way to save the entire town, didn’t he?
Thinking like this, the person felt somewhat better.
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Behind Golden Cicada Town is a mountain, even more miraculous, it’s shrouded in mist.
If not led by someone from Golden Cicada Town, it’d be easy to get lost after entering.
Chuzheng’s coffin is tough to move up the mountain, but she couldn’t leave it behind; it was exhausting to drag.
Jing Po originally walked ahead, but suddenly slipped to the back, supporting the coffin, and put in effort to push it upwards.
Chuzheng: "I don’t need you."
Jing Po: "I... can help you."
Chuzheng: "..."
Don’t mess things up, and you’d be doing me a big favor!
The person leading the way felt awkward, not understanding why this Demon Head wanted to bring such a coffin, and insisted on taking it up the mountain.
Nobody would bother taking it if it were left behind.
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"There it is." The person pointed at a straw hut faintly visible in the thick fog: "He lives there; you should see him once you go over."
"Okay. You can go now."
The person’s eyes lit up, hurriedly turning and leaving.
He rushed so quickly that he inadvertently bumped into the boy behind, causing the boy’s fingers to tremble slightly and the hood he was holding to fall.
Under the hood, the silver-white hair in the mist gleamed like spilled moonlight, a gentle color.
The youth’s appearance was even more striking, as if an elf emerged from the morning fog.
The person was momentarily mesmerized; what kind of Immortal is this?
So beautiful...
"Ah—"
The person’s body tilted sideways, his foot slipped, and he rolled down the slope.
The screams gradually faded into the mist, disappearing.
Chuzheng placed the coffin on the open ground, first observing the surroundings.
"Wait here for me." Chuzheng instructed Jing Po to stay put while she checked it out.
Just as Chuzheng stepped outside the straw hut, a voice rang out inside: "Come in."
The sound was gravelly and unpleasant, much like an old witch residing deep in the forest, gloomy.
Chuzheng raised an eyebrow and pushed open the hut door.
The old man in ragged clothes lay in a shabby chair, facing the doorway.
The wrinkles on his face resembled dry bark, his eyelids drooped, his eyes lacked vitality, seeming... blind.
"A guest from afar, do you have any requests?" The old man indeed couldn’t see; his eyes lacked focus.
Chuzheng didn’t bother asking further, directly questioning: "Do you know Wuyin Town?"
"Yes, does the guest wish to go?"
"Yes."
The old man said softly: "Then the guest still needs one thing."
"What?"
"A soul."
-
After saying it, the old man closed his eyes, raising his hand as if to dismiss Chuzheng.
Chuzheng left, closing the door behind her.
Jing Po stood beside the coffin, obediently waiting for her.
"Did... you find out?"
"Yeah."
"Where... is it?" Jing Po’s eyes brightened slightly.
"Not far from here."
"...Then should we go now?"
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