Lu Ming and the others looked at the six narrow yellow paths before them.
A hazy gray void surrounded them, with gray ghostly mist drifting through the air.
Fine, biting wisps of yin energy continuously seeped from the cracks in the ground.
“So, should we have a fight to decide the order of the paths, or what?”
Huang Tianbao’s expression was hidden behind his hood.
His eyes gleamed as he stared at the Ghost Kings and asked the question.
The Ghost Kings exchanged glances, their hearts thumping.
Who would fight you? We can't even beat you.
Isn't that just asking for a beating?
Ghost King Huang Dun hesitated for a moment before speaking up.
“How about we draw lots?”
“Deal!”
“Fine by me!”
“That’s a great idea!!”
As soon as Ghost King Huang Dun finished speaking, Ghost King Hei Dun and the others quickly chimed in.
Huang Tianbao glanced at the kings.
“Isn't that a bit too informal? We are Ghost Kings, after all!”
“It’s not informal, not at all!”
“Exactly, we are all refined Ghost Kings…”
“Right, right… all that fighting and killing would ruin our refined aura!”
The Ghost Kings spoke one after another, throwing out excuse after excuse.
No matter what, they simply did not want to fight!
“Alright then!”
Huang Tianbao agreed readily.
It didn't matter to him anyway!
In the end, the Ghost Kings used the method of drawing lots to determine the order of selection.
Huang Tianbao had the great honor of drawing the very last spot.
The Ghost Kings looked at each other, feeling more than ever that choosing to draw lots was the smartest decision they had made!
If they had fought, they certainly wouldn't have secured such a good ranking.
“Eldest Senior Brother, I drew the last one,” Huang Tianbao said, feeling a bit depressed.
“It doesn't matter! With me, the protagonist, here, it doesn't matter which path you choose…”
Lu Ming patted Huang Tianbao on the shoulder to comfort him.
“Exactly, a blessing isn't a curse, and a curse just means you’ll go hungry! We’re the blessing, they’re the curse!”
Big Yellow chimed in with its own brand of comfort.
Huang Tianbao nodded repeatedly, deeply convinced.
It was truly good to have his Eldest and Second Senior Brothers by his side!
The Ghost Kings glared at Big Yellow, their eyes spitting fire.
Truly, ivory doesn't grow in a dog's mouth—it couldn't say anything decent.
How could it comfort its own side while insulting everyone else?
However, now was not the time to argue over such things.
At that moment, Ghost King Qing Dun, who had drawn the first spot, stepped forward.
Standing before the six paths, he pointed his finger at them and began chanting a nursery rhyme:
“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch a tiger by its toe, if he hollers let him go, my mother told me to pick the very best one, and you are the big idiot…”
“I choose the path on the far left!”
With that, Ghost King Qing Dun led his people and the Ancient Demon Zhuo Yuan onto the yellow path.
Watching Ghost King Qing Dun’s performance, the corners of Lu Ming’s mouth twitched.
This… people actually do that here?
After they left, Ghost King Hei Dun took out a brush and drew a circle on the ground.
He divided it into several sections, labeling them with the corresponding paths.
Then, he spun the brush in the center and chose the path the tip pointed to.
Finally, to the dumbfounded stares of Lu Ming and his group, the Ghost Kings one by one stepped onto their chosen paths.
In the end, only the path on the far right remained.
“Let’s go!”
With those words, Lu Ming and his group also stepped onto the yellow path.
The yin winds wailed, and the world was a murky yellow.
The moment Lu Ming and his group stepped onto the path, they felt as if every trace of life in the world had been thoroughly erased.
There was no sky above and no earth below; everything around them was a thick, physical darkness that felt like a tangible gloom.
Lu Ming stepped on the path beneath his feet; it felt soft and deathly silent, leaving no sound or footprint!
Looking up, the withered yellow path was only two feet wide, barely enough for one person to walk at a time.
On either side of the path was a deep, eerie darkness that made it impossible to tell if it was an abyss.
“Why does this feel like I’m walking on the Yellow Springs Road?”
Looking at the surroundings, Lu Ming couldn't help but mutter to himself!
“Boss, what’s the Yellow Springs Road?”
Big Yellow, who was following behind him, asked.
“Ah! In a legend from my hometown, it’s the path everyone must take after they die!”
“Do dogs walk it after they die too?”
Big Yellow tilted its head and asked curiously.
“They do!!”
“Boss, stop lying to me. I’ve stayed in your hometown, and I never heard of such a thing!”
Big Yellow wagged its tail and grumbled.
Lu Ming replied, “You’re a dog; nobody would tell you that!”
“Nonsense! Back in Peace Town, they didn't even avoid me when they were doing their business with their wives! Is there anything I don't know?” Big Yellow said proudly.
Lu Ming: “…”
He realized the conversation was over!
Looking at the seemingly endless path, Lu Ming ignored Big Yellow and continued forward.
Just then, Man Xiong, who was at the very back, spoke up with a trembling voice:
“Brother Lu, Brother Huang, I… I think someone is behind me?”
“Are you sure?”
Lu Ming looked back.
Man Xiong’s massive body completely blocked the view!
He couldn't see what was happening behind him at all!
When they entered, they had already set their formation.
Lu Ming led the way, and Man Xiong brought up the rear.
Now, hearing Man Xiong say someone was behind him, Lu Ming felt it was almost impossible.
“I’m not sure, I… I just heard footsteps behind me! I don't dare to look! It’s not a ghost, is it? Ugh…”
Man Xiong sounded like he was on the verge of tears!
Hearing him talk like that, Lu Ming remembered that this guy was terrified of ghosts!
“Great Sect Master, I turned around and looked through the gap between Man Xiong’s legs, and I didn't see anyone behind him!”
At that moment, Wang Defa, who was walking in front of Man Xiong, sent a transmission to Lu Ming.
He didn't dare to shout it out; if Man Xiong heard it, what if it scared him even more?
“Is that so?”
Lu Ming stroked his chin and muttered.
Then, he reached out and pulled Ye Fan out of his storage bag.
“Didn't you say you were an incredibly powerful Immortal Saber? It’s time for you to perform! Show us your strength!”
A confused Ye Fan couldn't help but ask, “What’s going on?”
“The situation is complicated, I won't explain it to you. Basically, it’s haunted!”
Ye Fan was instantly exasperated. If you don't explain it clearly, how am I supposed to perform?
Besides, isn't it normal for it to be haunted in the Xuanming Great World?
How many actual people are even in this world?
Ye Fan’s heart stirred. Could it be that Lu Ming was testing him?
Before Ye Fan could figure out what was happening, Lu Ming tossed him over everyone’s heads and behind Man Xiong.
Ye Fan gnashed his teeth in rage, wanting to curse.
This damn mortal was truly too much!
I am an Immortal Saber! Can't you show some respect?
The moment he was tossed behind Man Xiong, Ye Fan felt a wave of cold energy following closely behind the giant man.
Hmph!
Ye Fan snorted inwardly. No matter what you are, you’re just trash before me.
At the same time, he secretly resolved to win Lu Ming’s trust.
Then he would find an opportunity to backstab him!
He’d skewer him! He’d chop off his head and use it as a chamber pot!
Thinking of all this, Ye Fan circulated the power within his body.
Boom!
Golden saber light flashed through the void like a bolt of lightning.
Ye Fan slashed down at the aura following Man Xiong.
Boom!
“Aow!”
As the saber light fell, a sharp shriek echoed through the air.
The sound was enough to make one's skin crawl.
Then, everyone saw a cloud of black smoke dissipate on the path.
Hmph!
Damn mortal, you must be impressed by my strength now, right?
Just then, Ye Fan suddenly felt something was wrong.
He realized that a overwhelming amount of yin energy had suddenly surged around him!
Then, he saw countless withered, blackened ghost hands tearing through the void.
Their fingers carried a soul-devouring, bone-eroding yin wind as they clawed frantically at him…
It wasn't just one, ten, or a hundred…
There were overwhelming ghost claws covering the entire path!
He was already surrounded by them.
Before he could even make a move, he heard Lu Ming’s considerate voice ring out.
“Mighty Immortal Saber, we’re going to run ahead now. We don't want to stay here and hold you back or get in the way of your fight. We’ll wait for you up ahead…”
Ye Fan looked up and saw that Lu Ming had already led the others far away.
“Lu Ming, you shameless bastard! Try being a decent human for once!”
Ye Fan was so angry he wanted to curse. He was an Immortal Saber.
Without someone to replenish his spiritual power, how much strength could he even exert?
But he could no longer worry about Lu Ming and the others, because those ghost claws were already reaching for him.
Boom! Boom!
One explosion after another echoed through the void… interspersed with flashes of golden saber light.
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