These days, Wen Wen had grown tired of the plateau's natural scenery and was eager to return to the bustling metropolis, his heart yearning for home.
It wasn't that the natural beauty here was lacking; for many, such environments were far more liberating than big cities.
But Wen Wen lacked that kind of sentiment. He simply found the concrete jungle more pleasing to his eye.
A brief visit was fine, but he would never agree to live here long-term. Thus, he planned to depart immediately once Tao Qingqing awoke.
However, the lack of anyone to pilot his plane was a rather pressing issue.
"I could put everything into the containment facility and then teleport to Feng Ruixing..."
"But I've already bought the plane, and to then use the facility for displacement feels like it would lack a certain ceremony," a Su Dan novel website.
"Or perhaps, I could try flying the plane myself?"
"It should be pretty similar to driving a car, right..."
Wen Wen looked at the small, black combat transport aircraft outside. Rummaging through everything, he found the instruction manual that came with the plane, a bad feeling beginning to stir within him.
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Beneath the Muyuan Community, there lay a colossal tomb.
The space within the tomb was by no means smaller than the Muyuan Community above.
For millennia, it had remained tranquil. But on the very first night after Luo Feng's departure, it suddenly became alive.
The entombed individuals, who had long since turned into desiccated corpses, suddenly convulsed violently. Nourished by the tomb's energy, their bodies gradually regained their fullness, transforming into ghastly figures with grimacing faces and bared fangs.
These corpse-beings all possessed black skin, and their skeletal structures differed significantly from those of ordinary humans. Even the black corpses found on the third basement level of the inn were not as grotesquely contorted as these.
They rose to their feet, wandering aimlessly within the burial chamber, like some kind of walking dead.
However, should they catch the scent of a living being or taste the flavor of flesh and blood, these corpse-beings would transform into the most ferocious demons on earth!
Within the vast main chamber of the tomb, the center was conspicuously empty. The immense sarcophagus that should have been there had vanished without a trace.
Yet, surrounding the main sarcophagus was a ring of twelve smaller coffins. Within these secondary coffins were entombed Luo Feng's most beloved consorts, his most trusted eunuchs, his most relied-upon civil officials, and his most capable generals...
Following Luo Feng's demise, these individuals had all passed away within days. Their causes of death remained unknown, but in the end, they were buried in the same tomb as their lord.
As the twelve bodies closest to Luo Feng's remains, they absorbed the most potent tomb energy within the entire mausoleum.
While Luo Feng was present, these corpses naturally remained inert.
But now that Luo Feng had disappeared, these bodies, nurtured for centuries, had reawakened.
The lids of the coffins were successively pushed open from within, and figures emerged one by one.
They were either effeminate and beautiful, robust and powerful, or refined and amiable...
But they all shared one common trait: every single strand of hair on their bodies was red.
All twelve corpses stood in a circle where Luo Feng's sarcophagus had originally been, their faces lifted towards the Muyuan Community above, radiating an intense chill!
Luo Feng was the most perilous entity within this tomb, but that did not imply that the place became safe in his absence.
This tomb remained one of the most dangerous locales.
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To the north of Hanyang City in Hexi Province, on the southern bank of the Jinsha River, lay Mount Mang.
This mountain range, led by Mount Yinma, extended westwards to Mount Que Wei, comprising thirty-three peaks. It spanned eight counties, stretching over four hundred li from east to west.
Within the world of superhumans in Huafu, the notoriously famous Ghost City was located within Mount Mang.
The Ghost City was an ancient settlement, slightly larger than a typical county town. Not a single living soul resided within its walls; all its inhabitants were ghosts!
To borrow a common phrase from novels, it was a place where resentful spirits roamed freely, and fierce specters were as common as stray dogs.
At the heart of the Ghost City stood a colossal palace constructed from bones. At its center was the abode of Feng Ghost God.
Upon a bed made of piled white bones, Feng Ghost God reclined comfortably, his head resting on a soft human-skin pillow, enjoying a massage from slender jade fingers.
Had a timid person witnessed these slender jade fingers, they would likely have burst into tears of fear.
This was because the hands possessed no flesh or skin, only reddened bones.
The ones massaging Feng Ghost God were, in fact, several alluringly posed crimson-pink skeletons!
After existing as a ghost god for a thousand years, Feng Ghost God's aesthetic sense had long since become distorted, operating on a plane entirely separate from ordinary humans.
In his view, beautiful exteriors were all alike, while interesting souls were rare treasures.
These crimson-pink skeletons had all been interesting women in their past lives, and Feng Ghost God found them equally appealing even in their skeletal state.
Beside the bed stood a large display cabinet, mostly filled with peculiar curiosities.
The most ordinary item among them was a slightly curled metal plate, densely inscribed with characters.
The Landas Ghost Shadow was listed among them.
Suddenly, the metal plate emitted intense heat, causing the glass outside the display cabinet to crack. One of the crimson-pink skeletons closest to the cabinet was even scorched black.
Feng Ghost God first offered some comfort to the alluring skeleton before turning his gaze to the display cabinet and picking up the metal plate, which had become scorching hot.
He knew that something was amiss with the Landas Ghost Shadow.
The name of the Landas Ghost Shadow on the plate was slowly burning away.
His expression instantly contorted into a savage grimace, terrifying the few skeletons, who prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling slightly...
"I am not angry at all."
"You have no need to be afraid."
While reassuring these crimson-pink skeletons, he reached out and crushed them one by one.
This was an act of venting his fury!
"Nie Ying, go to Lingyuan County and investigate what is happening there... No, go and find me any clues about Luo Feng. If you cannot find any, do not bother returning."
"As you command!"
Outside the room, shadows coalesced into a slender female figure. The figure trembled slightly but immediately departed the Ghost City.
Within this city, Feng Ghost God was akin to a deity; no one could defy his decrees.
A moment later, Feng Ghost God sighed, looking at the few crimson-pink skeletons with a hint of regret. It was not easy to find such beauties, but he had indeed been overcome with anger just now.
What angered him was not the death of the Landas Ghost Shadow, nor his failure to recapture Luo Feng, but rather betrayal.
Only betrayal could trigger the punitive mechanism of this contractual iron scroll.
The metal plate had a limited number of spaces for names. If a contracted party died a natural death, their name would vanish, and another name could be inscribed in that spot.
However, if a contracted party violated the agreement, that area would be burned, rendering it impossible to inscribe any further names.
This was because the power contained within that region would transform into the most potent punishment, to chastise those who broke the contract.
In other words, the betrayal by the Landas Ghost Shadow had permanently reduced the number of uses for Feng Ghost God's treasure.
Most importantly, that fellow's name was quite long, taking up the space of two people...