Chapter 570 — The Little Tyrant of the Underworld
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A legendary tale began with a single well-meaning lie from a human-stick old man beside a bonfire that night.
"Beyond that, there is one more strange matter. That is that he was exiled from the Dark Capital and cast into the Barren Ruins — what happened during that time?"
The old ghost officer closed his eyes. After a moment he opened them again, took out the Dark Capital's Book of Life and Death: "There are great implications here. I had best go seek the woman who carried him away back then and ask her what happened at that time. I do not know whether she is alive or dead. If she still lives, the Book of Life and Death can find her. If she is dead, her soul should have returned to the Dark Capital..."
He carefully leafed through the Dark Capital's Book of Life and Death, his expression gradually turning grave.
That woman had already been struck from the Book of Life and Death. This indicated two possibilities. First, she might have been scattered into oblivion — her soul and spirit both extinguished, like the Seven Slaughter Star Lord Weiyu Liao, vanishing from the Book of Life and Death of its own accord.
Second, her soul and spirit might have fallen into Fengdu or some other place, a place similar to the Dark Capital.
"What did she endure?"
The old ghost officer sighed, closed the Book of Life and Death, and his body trembled slightly as he split off one self after another from within himself, each piloting a small boat and departing in different directions.
"The little tyrant of the Dark Capital is much more lovable than before. I prefer this present little ghost called Shen Mu and never wish to see Shen Fengqing again. But the seal has already loosened several times, and the Heavenly Court is also searching for him. If in the future the seal is broken and Shen Mu changes back into Shen Fengqing, I fear even our Dark Capital will be in trouble..."
Licheng.
Shen Mu opened his eyes in a daze. His face was wet — Shen Yu's little dragon was lying on his face, licking his cheeks.
Shen Mu pinched the little creature by the dragon tail and lifted it up. The little dragon raised its head, crawled onto his arm, and followed his arm up to perch on his ear.
Shen Mu fetched water to wash his face, and the little dragon took the opportunity to bury its head in the water too, sucking up a mouthful and spitting it out with a fizzing spray, playing.
He stepped out of the cabin and stretched. That night he had slept aboard the boat. Xue Hu'er, Ling Yuxiu, Si Yunxiang, and Sang Hua had risen early and were cooking and stir-frying. Seeing him awake, they called out in greeting.
Xiangzi came running over with a clatter, rubbed against Shen Mu's thigh, then opened up to display its collection of bones to him.
The Dragon Qilin came over carrying a large basin in its mouth, wagged its tail, and set the basin down at Shen Mu's feet.
"Fat Dragon, didn't you hide several furnaces of spirit pills in Xiangzi?"
Shen Mu fetched an apron and went to help the girls cook. He said with a smile, "Let me do it."
"The Sect Master knows how to cook?" Sang Hua said in surprise.
Si Yunxiang said excitedly, "The Sect Master is a master hand at both cooking and preparing meals! The dishes he makes are so delicious! During those days when Princess Xiu and I were dragged off by Blind Grandpa and forced to marry him, it was the Sect Master who cooked and prepared the meals. I even got addicted to it — I was vexed I could not marry him!"
Ling Yuxiu's eyes lit up: "I got addicted too. I almost wish Blind Grandpa would force a marriage again. Let us sit and wait for the cowherd to present us with delicacies!"