Stranger Danger

“Found you!” The next moment, Nine Word Trueman sensed something and looked in the direction of the Fast Horse Tavern.

Golden light shining from his eyes, he began striding toward the tavern. The ground shook with every step he took.

Nine Word Trueman reached the tavern in just three steps. As he was as big and tall as a hill right now, the tavern and its guests were like ants compared to him.

“Run!”

“Run from the tavern now!”

“Mercy, priest… mercy…”

The guests residing within Fast Horse Tavern panicked when they felt the terrifying heat and bloodthirst washing out of Nine Word Trueman. Some people were bolting away from the tavern, some people were kneeling on the floor and begging for mercy, and even more people just stood there and did nothing, completely frozen and helpless with fear.

“With this inferno, all ghosts and gods shall burn into ash!”

A golden flame suddenly erupted from Nine Word Trueman’s body and rolled toward Fast Horse Tavern like a tidal wave. It looked like he was planning to burn the tavern and everyone inside into ash.

“It’s over… it’s over…”

“I don’t want to die… I don’t want to die…”

The flames descending toward them felt hot enough to burn the sky and boil the ocean. Everyone in the tavern was filled with despair.

Right before Fast Horse Tavern and its guests would burn to death, Ye Qing gently set down his wine cup on the table.

Tap.

There was a soft tap. It was both the sound of the cup making contact with the table… and the sound of the flames scattered into countless wisps.

It was as if some sort of invisible power had blasted apart the descending inferno. For a time, fire rained from above like fiery snowflakes.

Nine Word Trueman was staggering away as well. Every time he took a step, the golden flames and magical light surrounding his body would extinguish a tad, and the godly silhouette behind his back would grow more transparent.

Three steps later, the light was gone, the silhouette was no more, and Nine Word Trueman was dead.

The instant Nine Word Trueman died, a wisp of light flew out of his skull and slipped into the void.

After slipping into the void, it flew straight toward a mountain temple outside the county.

Inside the mountain temple, countless Golden Millet disciples could be seen drinking and making merry with each other. They looked like they were having the time of their lives. RÂΝÒ𝐛Ě𝘴

The light did not linger in the mountain temple. Instead, it flew straight to the underground.

As it turned out, there was a hidden world underneath the temple. It was a natural karst cave with an altar at the center.

The altar was as massive as it was mysterious and emitting a bizarre glow. Resting on top of the altar was a splatter of flesh, filthy and unimaginably smelly. It looked like a bunch of rotten meat sliced and diced into paste before being molded together, bizarre and disgusting.

The next moment, the light slipped into the splatter of flesh and caused it to writhe unnaturally. At the same time, countless mouths began appearing on its surface until it looked like a writhing mass of flesh. It was spine-chilling to say the least.

The mouths seemed to be wailing in pain or roaring in anger, but strangely, no sound came out at all. Instead, it gave off an anomalous, filthy energy.

As the anomalous energy spread to the surface, the Golden Millet disciples making merry in the mountain temple suddenly began screaming in pain.

As they wailed, the Golden Millet disciples began swelling up like a balloon until they exploded. Fleshy goo resembling the strange splatter of flesh on the altar then crawled out of their bodies, grew countless mouths, and roared soundlessly.

The entire mountain temple was overflowing with tainted, dark energy.

“Found you!”

It was at this moment a grand, shapeless voice boom above the mountain temple. The next moment, a gigantic hand descended from above and crushed the building.

Rumble!

The palm easily crushed the mountain temple to smithereens. Not done yet, it shattered the ground and sailed toward the splatter of flesh in full force.

Seemingly realizing that it was in danger, the splatter of flesh slipped into the gaps between the altar.

Unfortunately, the palm boasted not just a vast power, but also a noble one. It shattered the altar and burned the splatter of flesh into nothing like the sun itself.

The palm did not disappear, and the world did not return to normal until the flesh was completely annihilated.

When all was said and done, all that was left behind was a giant palm print on the ground.

……

“It’s a Ghost Taisui. No wonder!”

Inside Fast Horse Tavern, Ye Qing’s lips curled into a smirk as the light in his eyes gradually faded.

The Ghost Taisui was the splatter of flesh on the altar earlier.

Ye Qing was the one behind everything, of course. He was the one who controlled the Golden Millet disciples to attack Nine Word Trueman, killed him, and summoned a gigantic palm to annihilate the temple, the Golden Millet disciples, and the Ghost Taisui in one strike.

A Disaster-class Stranger, the Ghost Taisui was born the amalgamation of darkness and filth. Extremely harmful, it could corrupt others without a trace and inflict insomnia upon the corrupted. If the victim could not free themselves from its influence, they would eventually die in paint and torment.

The Ghost Taisui Ye Qing killed wasn’t a natural Ghost Taisui, however. It was artificially created.

In other words, the insomnia disaster that loomed over the entire Long Qing county like a plague… was man-made.

The mastermind behind this had corrupted the people using the Ghost Taisui to inflict them with incurable insomnia. Then, they “saved” them in the name of the Great Golden Millet Celestial. It was both to gather worshipers and grow their strength, and to nourish the Ghost Taisui with the power of wishes and turn it into a deity.

In summary, the culprit who afflicted the people of Long Qing with sleeplessness was the Ghost Taisui. The “Great Golden Millet Celestial” who saved them was also the ghost Taisui.

Whoever was behind this, it was clear that they were plotting something big. If everyone in the county began to worship the Great Golden Millet Celestial, then the Ghost Taisui would have become the deity of Long Qing. When that happened, the people would transform the Ghost Taisui’s dependents and slaves. It would have gained the power to decide their fate with a single thought.

Clearly, the mastermind was plotting to become the crownless king of Long Qing.

But who was this mastermind? Ye Qing didn’t know yet. It was fine though. The answer was going to reveal itself very soon.

“They’re here.”

Suddenly, Ye Qing let out a soft chuckle as if he just sensed something.

“Young master…”

Wan Dusheng was the only one in the entire tavern who realized that Ye Qing was the one who killed Nine Word Trueman. He could not help but speak up when he noticed Ye Qing’s odd expression.

“It’s nothing. Let’s go.”

Ye Qing got up to his feet and left the tavern. Wan Dusheng wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but he did not hesitate to follow behind him.

Ye Qing did no linger after leaving the tavern. Instead, he headed straight for the exit.

Long Qing bordered Wei, and Wei was located on a plateau. Therefore, much of their territories were barren hills and deserts. It wasn’t winter yet, but the northwest region was already as cold as the coldest winter. The plants were all dead under the harsh cold, and the endless wind and sand only added to the desolation.

Ye Qing stopped in his tracks and waited after arriving at a desert.

“Young master?” Wan Dusheng asked in puzzlement.

“I’m waiting for our guest!” Ye Qing replied smilingly.

“A guest?” Wan Dusheng asked and found his answer just a second later. He abruptly turned in a certain direction and yelled, “Who is it? Show yourself!”

A gust of venomous astral qi swept through the area, dyeing this entire corner of the world dark green.

At the same time, several humanoid silhouettes showed themselves a boom. The attack successfully shattered them into pieces.

Something was strange, however. The silhouettes spilled clay instead of flesh and blood. It was as if they weren’t human, but statues made from clay.

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