Plentiful City Ghost City, Catching a Turtle in a Jar
Fujiwara Hiroshi led the group and soon saw a very large city.
The sky above the city was shrouded in a thick black fog, making it difficult to see the sun.
There was a plaque hanging high above the city gate, which read: Plentiful City Ghost City!
Everyone had long ago heard from the old senior that Plentiful City was a place where living people rarely lived in the Seamless Ghost Domain.
It was just that there were all kinds of people inside, so he couldn't go alone unless there was a need.
Everyone stood outside the city gate and felt a very oppressive aura.
He had no choice but to circulate the spiritual energy in his entire body to get better.
It was likely that this city did not see the sun all year round, and the air here contained poison.
If it was not a cultivator who came here, they would either die suddenly or lose their mind and become a demon.
When Fujiwara Hiroshi walked into the city gate, he found that the people guarding the city gate were the Minotaurs and Horse-faced Men recorded in ancient books.
One held a hammer, and the other held a trident.
It emitted a cold light.
When the bull noticed Fujiwara Hiroshi and the others, he pointed his fork at Fujiwara Hiroshi and said," Where are you guys from?”
Fujiwara Hiroshi and the others listened carefully. The guard's voice was very deep, as if it came from underground.
"A few of us itinerant cultivators passed by a treasured land and wanted to find a place to cultivate.”
"This is a small gift for the two of you. Please do me a favor.”
Fujiwara Hiroshi took out a small bag of crystals and handed it to the minotaur. The abbot had given it to him before he left.
He was afraid that he would suffer a loss, so he specially instructed him to make friends with others when he went out.
The minotaur kept staring at Fujiwara Hiroshi, causing him to feel uneasy. Could it be that he felt that it was too little? That was all that was left.
Fortunately, at this moment, the horse-faced man, who had not said anything, took the small bag of crystals and gave the tauren a look.
The minotaur waved his hand and let Fujiwara Hiroshi and the others in, then closed the door.
"Ah, Senior Brother, why did they close the door?”
"We should be fine, right?"
Everyone asked in fear when they saw the city gate close again.
"It's better than being a live target in the vast desert.”
"Damn, that's true." After hearing this, everyone nodded. After thinking about it, they continued forward.
Outside the city gate, the Minotaur looked at Horse Face in confusion and said," How can we let them in? Didn't the Ghost King say not to let them in casually?”
The horse-faced man looked at the bull-headed man with disdain." You believe them when they say they're rogue cultivators? Look at them. They're covered in blood. They must have just fought a fierce battle. They're probably the ones the Ghost King ordered to capture."”
"Then why did you collect these things for them?”
"In any case, people will die soon. It would be a waste not to accept them.”Horse Face took out the crystal and looked at it carefully, his eyes glowing.
Fujiwara Hiroshi and the others found that the streets were surprisingly empty after entering the city. Every shop was open, and they could only see a gray lamp inside.
As the group moved forward, they saw groups of long-tongued monsters coming out of the houses or sewers on the side of the street from time to time, attacking all living people in sight.
Fujiwara Hiroshi and the others were currently in a hurry to find a safe place to stay for the first night after entering the city. However, they were unfamiliar with this place, so it was not easy for him.
Fortunately, Fujiwara Hiroshi's senses were sharper than before after years of experience.
After all these years of avoiding the pursuit, he was already familiar with the unique footsteps of the long-tongued monster.
If they couldn't sense it, they would lead the crowd to avoid it.
Although it was not a problem for them to kill the long-tongued monster alone, they might be noticed in this place, so he could not be rash.
Eventually, it would definitely attract the attention of the Blood Spirit Bat. It was hard to say if it would not attract an even fiercer pursuit.
An hour later, everyone saw the signboard of a shop in front of them: "The Heavenly Spirit Pavilion Inn."
Several lights could be seen faintly in the inn.
In the dark street, the inn seemed a little unusual.
Why were there so many lights in the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion Inn?
After nearly ten years of escape, Fujiwara Hiroshi discovered that the long-tongued monster and other evil corpses were most afraid of light.
Therefore, according to their habits, the long-tongued monsters would avoid such places and definitely not gather there.
Secondly, Fujiwara Hiroshi wanted to obtain some lamp oil from here to make firearms.
Fujiwara thought for a while and decided to spend the night here.
At this time, only by gathering together could they ensure their safety.
When Fujiwara Hiroshi and the others walked in, they found that the door of the inn was tightly shut and locked from the inside.
She knocked on it several times, but there was no response.
He was about to turn around and leave with everyone.
A cracking sound was heard.
Hearing the voice, Fujiwara Hiroshi hurriedly turned around.
An old man in a dark red robe stood in the middle of the door.
The old man saw Fujiwara Hiroshi and the others surrounded by light and asked,"
"Spirit cultivator?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Fujiwara Hiroshi felt as if he had seen his savior, and he nodded his head vigorously.
"Why did you come to Plentiful City at this time of year?"
"Hey, old man, it's a long story. My younger brother and sister and I were cultivating outside, but we were ambushed.”
"There's no way to avoid it. I had no choice but to come here at this time.”
"Old man, please be merciful and let us stay for the night.”
Fujiwara Hiroshi was like a drowning man who saw a piece of driftwood in the water. He wanted to kneel down and beg the old man to take them in.
"Yes, please, old man.”
Everyone bowed and begged the old man.
The old man nodded and opened the door.
After letting everyone in, he turned around and closed the door. The bell on his waist rang.
It made a tinkling sound.
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