Yinshan Record

Chapter 173 Dragon Girl Yun Luo
After leaving the painted skin shop, the three of them walked again on the streets of Wuyin City.

"Grandma, you said something big is about to happen?"

Lu Bai looked at the steamer baskets at the stall next to him, which displayed human heads with clear facial features and gruesome deaths, but they were all sculpted from face.

There was also a small sign hanging next to it that read "Freshly Steamed Blood Buns".

The streets of Wuyin City were filled with ghostly figures, though occasionally a few living people could be seen. The ghosts seemed unfazed by the sight of the living, as if it were a common occurrence.

Among them were several acquaintances from Taigongchong, who would come up to greet them from time to time.

"Sigh, my surname is just not good."

Instead of responding to Lu Bai's words, Taigong Chong sighed, "Calling me Taigong is fine, it means I'm someone else's ancestor. But you keep calling me 'old lady,' it's starting to sound like I'm calling you 'grandma'."

“Isn’t it good to be someone else’s grandma?” Lu Bai chuckled. “If you, old lady, bought a painted skin and covered yourself up, you would definitely be the most flamboyant grandma under the rule of Daliang.”

Lu Bai and Taigong clashed, and the scene inevitably veered towards moral depravity.

"Grandma, what do you mean by something big going to happen?"

Although he appeared carefree and jovial, Su Che never underestimated the ghost messenger beside him.

There's something off about Taigong Chong.

"Young Master Zuo, have you ever heard the saying 'The will of Heaven is constant'?"

Taigong Chong continued, "The wind, rain, thunder, and lightning in this realm are all predetermined. The days when the wind blows and the days when it rains are all decided by the Six Ghost Generals."

"Didn't you say that?"

“Indeed, these past few days shouldn’t have been rainy at all.” Taigong Chong frowned and said, “At first I thought they had changed the dates themselves, but then I saw that young lady just now…”

"Was that a girl?"

Lu Bai was a little confused. This Yin-Yang realm was full of paper effigies and painted skins, and he really didn't dare to presume to determine other people's gender or species.

“It wasn’t just a girl,” Taigong Chong said with a distant look in his eyes, “it was a dragon maiden.”

"Dragon Girl?"

Lu Bai looked at Su Che. This superior's interests were getting wider and wider. First there was the female ghost, and now the dragon girl had taken a liking to him.

Many folk tales about the persecution of the dragon clan circulate in Daliang. For example, one day, an old dragon was traveling through a village when all the women and livestock in the village became pregnant.

For example, a scholar was traveling by boat across a river when he was kidnapped by a dragon girl and played with for three years. After returning home, he would vomit whenever he saw a fish.

That's why the elder of the Su family had the idea of ​​grazing mares on the shores of Dongting Lake to train the dragon steed.

"As the saying goes, dragons bring rain, and tigers bring wind. Humans regard fire as their god, and a single lamp can burn down a hundred miles. Dragons regard water as their god, and a single drop can engulf mountains and valleys. They can even change the celestial order within the realm. That dragon girl just now must be a highly accomplished cultivator among the dragons."

Taigong Chong frowned and said, "At this time, there is only one dragon maiden who has achieved success in cultivation and has come to the Yin-Yang Realm."

"Who?"

Lu Bai asked curiously.

"Yun Luo, the young master of the Qiantang lineage."

"The daughter of the Lord of Qiantang?"

"Indeed, I heard that she was born precocious and devoted herself to the Dao. She is the most accomplished among the daughters of the Qiantang clan. She is also very wise and has a good command system. She is an indispensable figure in the Qiantang lineage. I didn't expect her to come here as well."

"Does the Yin-Yang Dharma King have a grudge against them?"

Taigong Chong sighed and said, "The enmity is nothing, just an old grudge and a little new grudge."

"New and old grudges are nothing to you, old lady. You truly have a refined and noble character."

Su Che sincerely praised him.

"Are there any good places to visit next?"

"Aren't you worried, young master?"

"What am I worried about? This Yin-Yang Realm isn't my property. What does it have to do with me if it gets damaged?"

Su Che waved his hand nonchalantly: "Are there any other decent paint-skin shops? Take us to see one."

If this Yin-Yang realm is reduced to a complete mess, these painted skins will probably become extinct. Let's hurry up and get a few as gifts for the little fox, it's a way to entertain ourselves and others.

Su Che suddenly smelled a faint fragrance in the air, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"I said, do you have..."

"I'm hungry." Suddenly, a demon dressed in a long silk robe appeared out of nowhere. He had half his chest exposed, two mouths on his face, and three more mouths on his chest. He picked up a blood-stained bun from a nearby bun shop and put it in his mouth without thinking.

He didn't chew, but kept stuffing the steamed bun into his mouth like he was filling it with dirt.

"Hey hey hey, where did this starving ghost come from? Hurry up..."

The waiter tending the stall naturally tried to stop him.

But he threw a handful of coins out of his sleeve.

"Quickly, again, again."

The iron coins of the Liang emperor seemed to be quite sought after in this Yin-Yang realm. The waiter chuckled as he picked up the coins from the ground and said with a grin.

"Please eat slowly. Our blood-steamed buns are made to be more realistic than a real human head..."

"Again, again."

The few steamers of blood-stained buns outside were quickly devoured by this evil spirit, who then loudly demanded more.

The waiter naturally hoped he would eat more; such a generous tycoon was not someone you could just meet casually.

They quickly led their men out and brought out several more steamers of buns. The evil spirit ate heartily, and soon devoured seven or eight steamers of blood-red buns. The ghost's entire body swelled up as if it were an inflating balloon.

Su Che stopped and frowned as he looked at Taigong Chong and Lu Bai.

"Grandma, what's the deal with these blood-stained buns? Are they tasty?"

Young Master Su asked with great curiosity.

"It's not a matter of whether it tastes good or not..." Taigong Chong didn't know how to explain the status of blood buns in the diet of ghosts in the Yin-Yang realm.

This thing is similar to a longevity peach, and can be considered a kind of food offering. It's fine to put a few out during festivals to liven things up, but to eat it as a meal would be like eating your hand.

Taigong Chong felt the only explanation was that this guy's lifespan was coming to an end, his intelligence had almost completely dissipated, and he was about to become a vengeful ghost.

The five-mouthed ghost ate more and more, and a group of idle ghosts gathered around to watch the spectacle, with a few cheering it on.

"Waiter, give this brother a few more blood buns, and I'll pay you."

As they were talking, some busybodies threw money at the waiter; needless to say, it was iron coins issued by His Majesty the Great Liang.

The waiter picked up the iron coin and then called for someone to add blood-soaked buns to the gluttonous ghost's food.

When the steamer baskets next to him were piled up like a small hill, the five-mouthed demon suddenly stopped talking.

"Again, again!" "Hehe, it's making me hungry."

The ghosts around him were still urging him on, but then they saw the five-mouthed ghost tremble all over, and his whole body suddenly began to shrink, getting smaller and smaller, until it finally shrank into a fleshy core the size of a fist.

He actually died just like that.

"died?"

“He’s already died once, how could he die again? He should be said to be gone.”

"Don't interrupt, what's wrong? You were fine just now. Didn't you say that everyone who hadn't been here would turn into a vengeful ghost?"

"Could that fist-sized thing be him transformed into a vengeful ghost?"

"Were you just making a veiled reference to Lord Linghu? Come on, let's go see the people from the Punishment Hall..."

"How dare you spout such nonsense?"

The onlookers made a noisy commotion.

Su Che frowned as he looked at the giant ghost that had turned into a fleshy core, then looked up at the drizzling rain that was still falling from the sky.

What's going on with this Yin-Yang boundary?
"Young Master Zuo."

A crisp voice sounded.

Su Che turned his head and saw a female ghost in red, with hair like a bunch of snakes, looking at him from the side.

This person is also an acquaintance; I even fought with him when I first entered the Yin-Yang Realm.

"I remember you were..."

"Boiling bones".

The female ghost in red looked at Su Che and asked, "I wonder if Young Master Zuo has any time now?"

(End of this chapter)