I am a living immortal.

All the ghosts and gods were blinded.

Without the order of the City God and the underworld, the yin and yang are mixed together. This is more complicated than what Su Mu encountered in Li'an. In Li'an, the boundaries between yin and yang are just blurred, but in this city, all kinds of auras are like glue that sticks the two worlds of yin and yang together.

Even Su Mu had never seen such a situation before.

Generally speaking, even with so many mixed auras, it is impossible to produce such an effect. There must be some kind of catalyst at work.

And it must be related to the Mao family.

All those who died were members of the Mao family. When Su Mu entered the city, she also saw people leaving the city, which shows that this stage must have been prepared for the Mao family.

The Mao family might also know this, otherwise they would have left long ago instead of inviting Taoists, monks and wanderers into the city one by one.

This is a preparation for a fight to the death with the Mao family.

The Mao family hired so many people and made every possible preparation, but instead they were used as a prison.

Interesting, interesting.

Let me see how this drama is going to play out. Su Mu certainly doesn't plan to save the Mao family. He has heard countless bad reputations along the way, and Su Mu came here just to watch the fun. He said that a long time ago.

Closing the windows blocks out the outside air.

The old goat jumped out of the painting impatiently, leaving behind a trail of moisture. After shaking off the moisture, he said, "I'm not staying in this painting anymore. It feels like I'm soaking in water and it's making me uncomfortable."

The water vapor in the painting is rolling, and the black carp in the deep pool is undergoing a transformation. The world in the painting is constantly expanding with the growth of the black carp. It is difficult to raise a dragon in shallow water. The artistic conception of the painting is changing unconsciously.

Just wait for the day when you can turn into a dragon and emerge from the shallows, and when the luck comes, you will soar into the sky.

But there is a lack of opportunity.

"If you don't want to stay, then don't stay." Su Mu said.

"Then come watch a play with me."

After saying this, he took the old goat's mind and lifted it up infinitely. The fog around him could not stop him at all.

In the blink of an eye, Su Mu jumped out from the stage. He saw a big red stage. The performance on the stage was exactly what happened in the Mao family, and the area below the stage was already full of "people".

The "person" sitting in the main seat was a beautiful woman in a bright red costume. When she saw Su Mu coming, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she nodded.

Su Mu ignored him and just found a place to sit down.

She was surrounded by ghosts, who stared at the stage with motionless eyes, as if they wanted to skin and eat alive everyone on the stage.

The person in the main seat didn't care when he saw that Su Mu didn't move. He leisurely pointed to another person on the stage, as if indicating that he would be the one to die tomorrow.

The living people dance on the stage, and the dead laugh below.

It was a really interesting drama.

…………

Mao family.

People died for seven consecutive days, and the way each person died was different.

Some people drowned in their beds, some were burned to charcoal by the flames, some looked like they were being eaten by wild dogs, with not a single piece of good flesh left on their bodies, and some had bloody holes on their fingers, as if they were pierced by red-hot iron sticks and died in agony...

Everyone in the Mao family knew what Du Ming's death meant.

This is why the Mao family is so afraid. Many of them dare not even speak and have been praying in their hearts, fearing that they will be the ones dead when they wake up tomorrow morning.

No one here is innocent.

The old lady of the Mao family sitting in the main seat also had a gloomy expression.

Staring at the bluestone floor, there was silence all around. The elegant and luxurious room was also filled with smoke and dust, making it hard to breathe.

Yellow talismans were pasted on all four sides, and the altar for summoning gods outside the house seemed out of place in this courtyard, but who would care? The Taoist priests went up one by one and summoned the gods one by one, but it was still of little use.

The sandalwood burned from morning to night, and the entire Mao family was marinated with it, but it had no effect at all.

The masters who were invited at great expense chanted Buddhist scriptures and copied Buddhist sutras. The Mao family members were irritated at first, but eventually they fell asleep when they could not hear the Buddhist scriptures.

What was even more terrifying was that they couldn't find a way out.

Even if they followed behind others, they would suddenly appear on the empty streets. The absurd and lonely feeling made all the Mao family members shudder.

How proud I was of my Mao family membership in the past, how much I try to avoid it now. But... it's too late to regret now.

They were frightened when they saw that kind of death, but they didn't dare to say anything.

They all looked at the old man sitting above them with pleading eyes, hoping that he could think of a solution, as if the old man was their only life-saving straw.

But he had a way not to sit in this hall.

"Who died today?"

"........."

There was still no sound in the room, and no one answered the old man's question, which he asked despite knowing the answer.

"Why did he die?"

The old man asked again.

"He died after his eyes were gouged out and his heart and lungs were ripped out."

"I believe everyone knows the reason. Then, everyone sitting here, is there anything else you are hiding from me?"

First, there was the sound of quarreling outside the door, and then a strong voice reached everyone's ears.

I saw a Taoist priest with a fairy-like appearance push away the servants who were trying to stop him.

He strode in from the door, his eyes swept over everyone present, and those who were swept by him lowered their heads. The Taoist finally set his eyes on the old man sitting in the main seat.

The old man felt inexplicably guilty when the Taoist priest stared at him.

The servant was the first to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy loudly.

The servant's actions revealed the family's usual behavior, but how could such a thing happen now? The old man waved his hand and asked the servant to leave.

Then he fell into silence again.

"You are about to die, but you still refuse to tell the truth. I am sorry, I can't do anything about it. Goodbye." The Taoist didn't tolerate it either.

Having said that, he walked out.

"Wait...wait...we are willing to talk, Taoist Priest, please stay."

The old man immediately chased after him.

The Taoists and monks outside looked up when they saw this scene.

Under the gazes of the crowd, the old man's face was gloomy. He wanted to get angry but didn't dare. He could only pull the Taoist's sleeve awkwardly and said, "Master Changkong, let's go in and talk. Let's go in and talk."

Changkong glanced at the old man.

"No need, just say it here. Everyone here is a comrade, and we are all here to save your family's lives."

"This...is not good..." the old man said hesitantly.

"What's wrong with this? You tell us and we'll all listen. If you don't tell us, then keep it as your secret and take it to the grave together." Changkong said without any reservation.

"Face, or death, choose one."

The old man hesitated again. If he only told it to Taoist Changkong, he would have said it, but there were all kinds of people present, and it might... be embarrassing.