Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 127 The Building of the Past

Chen Ning'an didn't know that a terrible incident had just occurred in Yinque Community after he left there.

The coffin, which had been pulled up again, made a loud "clang" sound and shook violently, and there seemed to be screams coming from inside.

Then the coffin was opened, a lot of blood flowed, and an invisible thing seemed to be looking for something.

The coffin suddenly closed again.

"what."

He continued to track, but seemed to have lost his direction, moving towards the north.

Chen Ning'an was worried all the way and kept thinking about countermeasures.

This is undoubtedly not going to work. He has been in a passive position and he has to think of a way to give the opponent a fatal blow!
He walked quickly, but he also found that as he got closer to South Cinema City, there were more and more meat ropes in the sky.

The mummies were suspended in the air by ropes of flesh, swaying densely above his head.

The talisman was burning, and Chen Ning'an kept deducing the hexagrams in his mind, hoping to find a solution.

"There is a way to do everything. If there isn't one, it's because you haven't found it yet."

Chen Ningan pondered and finally broke into the lights of South Cinema.

The power of other realm masters is still present here, or to be more precise, it is the influence of the Cold Corpse Realm. The buildings on both sides have grown eyes and noses, and there are strange frog croaks in the darkness.

He saw the ground moving, and there were many floating creatures as if he had eaten some mushrooms.

But Chen Ning'an knew that this was true.

With the experience from last time, he moved to the east after entering, hoping that the tree was still there.

However, his actions undoubtedly touched the residents on the fourth floor. An old man hanging on a flesh rope was approaching him. It was visibly visible to the naked eye that the old man in the distance appeared in front of him the next second.

Its hands were hanging down, and it was wearing a bright red dress, but its neck was hanging on its chest.

"Young man, why are you walking backwards?"

The old man asked the question, speaking from a distance.

The Vajra Talisman seems to be burning, and it must be confronted head-on.

There was no more time to waste now, so Chen Ning'an took the lead in controlling the red-robed corpse to attack the old man first.

He took the initiative and the talismans fell off one by one, suppressing the evil spirit of the red-robed corpse which was surging rapidly.

Its head almost instantly became like the old man's, drooping on its neck, but it also caught the old man.

The head was recovering, making a crackling sound and confronting the residents on the fourth floor.

Chen Ning'an came behind the old man and grabbed him with the red-robed corpse one after the other.

"Young man..."

"Roar!"

He extended his fangs from his mouth and bit its neck hard.

“I’m so hungry!”

It's vague and I haven't had proper supplies these days.

……

He put the bright red clothes on the red-robed corpse, and his head could never be returned.

The bones inside were completely shattered and just hung on the neck, swinging as he moved.

This is also a red-robed corpse. If it was Chen Ning'an who had his head cut off, he would definitely lose consciousness instantly, which is basically equivalent to death.

None of the residents on the fourth floor plays a simple role.

No more residents from the fourth floor came, and Chen Ning'an saw that there was something wrong with his stomach.

Those things were not digested well, but instead eroded his eyes.

The effect of Red Candle Cemetery Fruit has been greatly weakened.

It's not dead yet!

But Chen Ning'an didn't have time to think about these things, he found the tree.

There were only broad branches, on which various words were still written.

But the Mountain Mother is no longer there, and the tree seems redundant.

"Tell me how to deal with the things behind me!"

Chen Ning'an grabbed the tree trunk and questioned harshly, his eyes wide open and his expression creepily abnormal.

"Tell me, tell me now!"

He looked carefully at the words on each tree.

"Five small-headed fish."

"Two corpse curtains."

"A pair of red moon flowers...

These are all from the past, and there is no solution for him.

"tell me!"

Chen Ning'an roared again and bit down on the broad branch.

It wasn't very hard. Chen Ningan bared his teeth dangerously: "Tell me!"

He finally bit off a piece, and then the tree shook violently and finally responded.

The words on the branches trembled and actually pointed to a place name.

"Zhenhai Building."

The name was displayed on all the branches, and the tree actually understood it.

Chen Ning'an chewed the piece of wood and swallowed it.

His stomach was unusually large, and the things inside were still alive, which could be seen clearly by looking inside.

But where is the Zhenhai Building?
Chen Ningan questioned, and this time the tree trembled again and the words changed again.

“Yadongpo Reservoir.”

At this moment, Chen Ning'an felt absurd.

After going around in circles, we actually ended up back at the Yadongpo Reservoir?
But his hexagram indicated that he had to leave the water, otherwise there would be great misfortune...

Yes, he reacted, his eyes gradually cleared: "Yadong Dengjing has arrived in the city, which means that there is no water at the Yadongpo Reservoir."

Then he can enter the Zhenhai Building.

Chen Ning'an looked at the tree again. Its reaction just now was very abnormal.

"are you human?"

Chen Ning'an asked him, and the tree shook without any further response.

There was no time to waste, Chen Ningan decisively wanted to light the lantern in the Zhenhai Building.

…………

At this moment, in the territory of Yadongdeng, an old house fell down and hit the ground heavily.

It has more than thirty floors, and each floor covers a large area.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that this building seems to be an office building. It appears abruptly in the world. The architectural style of the building is not the current one, but the style of more than ten years ago.

A man came to the front of the building.

He looked dazed and walked into the building with a dazed look in his eyes.

In addition to him, the people around him also walked in unsteadily with dazed looks on their faces.

Among them, there was a little fat boy, Wang Youcai.

He left the hospital and returned to his home, where he saw his father lying on the ground, having been dead for a long time.

Mother Wang was sick, and Father Wang was naturally not far behind, falling down at the door.

The huge blow made Wang Youcai's eyes go blank. He sat by the window at home and drank, not caring about the damage to his body at all.

Suddenly, in a daze, he saw someone coming onto the street.

They seemed to be completely unconscious and staggered into the building.

"Another weird one."

Wang Youcai smiled faintly: "This world is broken, and we will eventually be destroyed."

He remembered something and went to open the door, and sure enough, he saw that the door god on his door was getting hot.

"Chen Ning'an, you've always told me not to get in touch with that world, but you've always been in touch with it."

"Now the door gods you casually drew can protect me from threats. I am locked in a cage like a piece of trash."

"And you, you are already much stronger than before. Are you protecting me, or... harming me?"

He took the initiative to take off the door god and put it in his arms.

“I want to face the truth of this world.”

He went downstairs and followed the confused people into the building that was once a mansion.

Chen Ning'an didn't know what Wang Youcai was doing now, so he entered the Yadong Deng Realm.

It was so clean here, there were no meat ropes, cold corpses, or proliferating tissues. It was even too clean.

There was no one left, and all the birds, beasts, insects and fish had disappeared.

He was looking for the Zhenhai Building, and something behind him was chasing him closely.

This is just intuition. Chen Ning'an believes in intuition very much. His fortune-telling is different from others. His intuition is extremely sensitive.

External response, response outside the body.

"Where have everyone gone?"

He felt a little heavy in his heart, simply because the windows of every household were open, unlike other places where the curtains were closed to prevent being discovered by monsters.

There was no sign of the New Qin warriors here either, and the door to the Law Enforcement Bureau was wide open.

It seems that they have all left, but where can they go?

Chen Ning'an ran on the empty street, his body becoming active again. He found a tall building and quickly climbed to the top of the building.

During this process, he discovered that the doors of every household were open but there was no one inside.

Surprising.

Chen Ningan climbed up to look around. There wasn't much he could see clearly due to the black haze, but he could still see more with the help of the remaining lights.

There is a building that is completely different from the other buildings. It looks like an old building from more than ten years ago.

But the building was taller than he had expected. According to the technological level of more than a decade ago, Zhongcheng should not have been able to build such a tall building.

After going downstairs, Chen Ningan quickly moved towards that direction. That should be the Zhenhai Building. He had a strong premonition that the red-robed corpse was a good tool for clearing the way, and anything could trigger it in advance.

But it was not here. Chen Ning'an moved towards the building, and when he was almost there, he suddenly heard a pleasant, magnetic voice echoing behind him.

"Chen Ning'an."

It's that thing!

At this moment, cold sweat broke out on his back. Without any hesitation, his consciousness attached to the red-robed corpse.

He picked up his body and quickly jumped towards the building.

"Chen Ning'an, are you breathing?"

The voice asked again, but at this time Chen Ningan had already stopped all body functions and he was not breathing.

The other party's test failed, so he uttered a puzzled "Huh" again?
Chen Ning'an ignored him and after a few jumps, he arrived at the entrance of the Zhenhai Building.

There was no sign here, but just standing at the door of the building he could feel the Vajra Talisman getting slightly hot.

There is something on the ground.

Chen Ning'an looked down and found that it was the door god.

That was his painting, why is it here?
Without time to think, he quickly entered the building, and the voice that had been following him suddenly disappeared.

The other party did not come in.

Chen Ning'an suddenly realized something and his consciousness returned to his body.

The first floor of the building was too dark. Chen Ningan subconsciously felt around, trying to find a red candle lantern to illuminate the surroundings.

Where's my lantern?

He was suddenly startled. The lantern he was carrying, the lanterns that were everywhere, were gone.

Where did the lantern go?

Chen Ning'an suddenly became panicked. Without the lantern, he could not carry it, he could not become an immortal, he would become a mortal!

The huge belly was moving, and the thing inside was still alive. Chen Ningan slapped it hard.

"do not move!"

He felt around and was sure the lantern was still there, nearby.

"Shh..."

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears, making Chen Ning'an's whole body tense up.

"Don't make any noise, don't be found!"

"who!"

Chen Ningan asked, groping to the left.

He grabbed, grabbed a... stool?
"Shh, don't get found."

The stool opened its mouth and said, "If you continue to make noise, you will be burned."

Burn it?

Chen Ning'an was speechless. Who could burn him?

But what he was more curious about was this stool. Why could it talk?

Does the rules affect it?
"Shh...he's coming."

The stool suddenly opened its mouth, then closed its mouth and remained motionless.

Chen Ning'an was confused, but he still did as the other party asked and remained quiet and motionless.

But at this moment, footsteps were heard, and then the darkness was illuminated.

A middle-aged man walked in, looking around as if he was inspecting the goods.
Chen Ning'an's body was tense. He did not hide anything at all. At the same time, he could see the surrounding environment clearly because of the light.

This should be a storage room, with tables, chairs, benches, and other miscellaneous items.

He was about to move and speak when he suddenly realized that he had a big problem!
His body became round and radiated a ceramic luster, and one of his arms became a teapot handle and the other a spout.

what happened?

At this moment, Chen Ning'an was extremely frightened. Why did his body become like this?

The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, and he was staring at everything in the house.

"Where? What are you? Where are you?"

He hesitated, pausing in front of each object, groping.

Chen Ningan was caught by him, and his face lit up with joy: "It's so heavy!"

Then he quickly opened Chen Ning'an's head and saw a pile of tea leaves in the teapot.

"Who is so disgusting that he doesn't even pour out the tea leaves?"

He said to himself, pouring the tea leaves on the ground: "You can't hold so much in your stomach."

After saying this, he turned his gaze to the other doll.

When Chen Ning'an was caught, the doll shook subconsciously.

"Found it, great."

The middle-aged man cheered and jumped for joy, as if he had encountered something extremely happy, and took the doll away.

The door was slammed.

Chen Ning'an saw clearly that the doll had a look of fear in its eyes and it struggled frantically in the middle-aged man's hands and came back to life.

But the middle-aged man ignored his struggle, with joy of survival in his eyes, and even forgot to close the door.

Chen Ning'an also saw clearly what he was doing.

There was a stove burning outside the door, with toys burning inside, but they were almost consumed.

The man threw the toy in with a crazy look on his face, dancing left and right and shouting:
"Burn, burn, keep out everything that's not me!"

He enjoyed the fire, closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

Chen Ning'an then looked at the bench: "What happened? How did I become like this!"

The tea leaves that were poured out were squirming, but they were not tea leaves at all; they were living things.

Now on the ground, they are also moving and combining.

"I don't know. I just know that I died completely after being burned by him."

The bench said, "It seems that he must burn us. I wonder if he has some ulterior motive."

Chen Ning'an frowned and tried to move himself.

He can move, the teapot does not restrict him, he can even open his own eyes and look inside to see the flow of the heart, blood, etc.

He looks like a teapot on the outside, but in reality he is still himself.

Chen Ning'an glanced around and it seemed that the voice had indeed been shaken off.

But is he going to live here forever?
This is obviously impossible.

"I'm asking for a solution, not an escape. There must be something here that can be used."

The first thing Chen Ning'an looked at was the stove. It was burning all the time. The doll inside was struggling frantically, crying and shouting, but it couldn't jump out.

The stove closed the door on it, so it couldn't escape and was burned to death.

Chen Ning'an tried to lift an iron rod in the storage room. It was very easy as his strength was not limited.

Sitting there and waiting for death was not his style, he wanted to see what would happen after the fire went out.

"Are you crazy?"

The iron rod in his hand spoke: "Why are you lifting me? Go back to your original position!"

He warned Chen Ning'an seriously: "If he finds out that you have changed your position, you will be the next one to be burned!"

"Can a teapot be burned?" Chen Ning'an frowned. According to common sense, how could porcelain become a combustible object?
"Don't talk about you. I will be burned to death too."

Seeing that he didn't understand, Tiegun asked, "You are new here, right? Don't you know how dangerous it is here?"

"newcomer?"

Chen Ningan nodded: "I am indeed new here."

He knew nothing about this place, and he didn't see his red-robed corpse.

"No wonder, newcomers always get burned to death."

The iron rod returned to its original position by itself, and there was no difference from before.

"As an old man, I will tell you one thing. If you want to live, be obedient. It takes a long time for one person to burn. We will all be safe for the next period of time."

He was right. Chen Ning'an estimated the time and found that the flames did not decrease in the next ten days.

But he wasted more than ten days!

The middle-aged man had been sleeping, as if he would sleep until the end of time. Chen Ningan observed him for a long time. Sometimes he made a little noise but the middle-aged man did not wake up.

He looked through the window and saw that it was still Zhongcheng outside, but the room was really weird.

Ye An never solved the problem, and his perception of the Lord of the Cold Corpse Realm was extremely vague, as if they were separated by a very long distance.

He didn't want to wait any longer, so he jumped down and put the tea leaves back into his stomach.

Then he approached the stove under the gaze of a group of benches and iron bars.

"Come back quickly, what are you doing!"

The bench was calling out to him, "You'll die. If he finds you, you'll be burned alive!"

Just look inside the stove and you will know the consequences of being burned. It is so painful. The toy started rolling around and cried for a whole day and night before it was burned to death.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is torture on earth.

Chen Ning'an didn't respond, he moved closer to the stove.

Everything in the furnace is normal, and there is nothing unusual about the flame temperature.

Chen Ning'an turned on the stove, thought for a moment, reached out and took out a tea leaf, dipping it in the flame.

The tea leaves quickly burned up, and he tried to put them out, but there was no way, the flames seemed to never go out.

Can’t contact?

Chen Ning'an subconsciously looked towards the storage room.

Maybe he could find something to pick out? He looked at the iron rod, thought about it and decided to give up.

He got behind the stove and grabbed hold of its legs.

"What does he want to do?"

The tools were all confused and didn't know what Chen Ning'an's intention was.

(End of this chapter)