Chapter 113: Chapter 113
York Gordon crawled out of the hole in the ground, followed by the Old Fisher and five others.
Now, every rustle of the wind and swoosh of the grass led them to believe someone was scheming to steal the Gold Soil!
But the seven of them were on high alert, yet those ghost shadows only moved in the water, showing no signs of coming ashore to snatch the Gold Soil. They breathed a slight sigh of relief, then saw a Water Ghost emerging from the nearest stream, holding a cluster of Dandelion Killers.
Interestingly, the Dandelion Killer looked very much like an axe, with one stem below and a cluster above.
It was as big as an actual axe and contained more Dandelion Killers than they had collected over the past few days!
The wailing of the ghosts was intermittent, and around the whole Extinct Village, countless Water Ghosts were searching in the river. Some even clashed with the Overlord monsters in the river.
Constantly, Dandelion Killers were discovered. The seven, led by York, took to a big tree, and a rough count of the Dandelion Killers that were brought to the surface... The number was enough to make them so jealous they could barely breathe!
Old Fisher even pointed at the Military Officers in the village hole, whose butts were high in the sky, ostrich-like, and cursed, "A bunch of waste!"
"It took seven or eight days to find so few Dandelion Killers."
"It’s really killing me!"
York Gordon did not reprimand his subordinates, though the contrast was painfully clear. He knew the Military Officers had done their best. The Dandelion Killers of the Extinct Village were mostly in the water, which inherently favored these Water Ghosts.
Quietly, he released his Magic Treasure, eyeing the Water Ghosts in the river.
Wealth must not be shown, Ghosts. Today this Lord will teach you a lesson!
The other Two Lords cooperated tacitly with him, appearing on York’s left and right. The three of them were about to rob together when they suddenly saw a graceful figure slowly rising in the stream.
Endless black hair fluttering on the water’s surface.
A figure to make one’s nose bleed.
But the three of York’s quickly halted, for that second-by-second figure exuded a terrifying aura. As esteemed Lords, they couldn’t even decipher the other party’s strength or at what level of the Great Realm they were.
That is to say, the other party was at least two realms above them!
That figure gently turned her head, gave them a charming smile. Her blood-red eyes, paired with the mysterious water tracks on her face, hit the eyes of York and the others like a burst of thunder blasting over their heads.
The three obediently retreated then crawled back into their holes.
Instinctively they wanted their butts facing outwards and their heads buried in the soil - they felt safer in that position.
But consciousness struck at the last moment! That would be unacceptable! How can the faces of the future Lords be saved?
They awkwardly hunkered down in the hole, tightly clutching their most powerful Magical Instruments, as if at any moment some terrifying monster might come charging in from the entrance of the hole.
The Old Fisher and the four other old Officiants showed the advantages of their abundant life experiences.
They looked around and said, "Those beasts are coming."
"We cannot harness their overpowering influence."
"The words are reasonable, let’s retreat first."
They floated into the hole with an immortal aura!
York Gordon suddenly frowned and said to the Old Fisher in a hole nearby, "Predecessor, stop pounding on the ground."
"Old Husband didn’t pound the ground!"
"Then why do I hear a rapid pounding sound coming from your direction, Predecessor?"The Old Fisher didn’t respond, and it wasn’t until the graceful figure in the water disappeared, and that constant thumping, which York Gordon found so irritating, persisted for a while, slowly turning slow and low, that it finally ceased.
The Drowned Ghost Princess was as joyous as a two thousand year old little girl, sunk at the bottom of a river, surrounded by Dandelion Killers.
Her three thousand daughters had scoured almost all of the Dandelion Killers from the river channels surrounding the Extinct Village.
"I must rank first in the Honored Lord’s test this time!"
Her eyes were so red they looked like they could bleed, full of enthusiastic hope: "I wonder if so many Dandelion Killers can earn the personal instruction of the Honored Lord...."
But in the blink of an eye, her face turned into a killing coldness!
There was a huge ghost face floating in the sky, covering hundreds of miles!
The whole Jaafar County and even the surrounding counties were covered by the King of Souls; but the King of Souls’ main focus was on the Extinct Village, and the living beings in other places felt nothing at all.
The Drowned Ghost Princess rolled her eyes and pouted; the old man sure came fast. However, she didn’t want to see the King of Souls - after all, everyone just showed the face of knowing nothing in front of the Corpse Fiend, then meeting in the scene of competing for Dandelion Killers in the Extinct Village less than half a Shichen(decent sense of time), that would be a bit awkward, huh.
Looking at her Dandelion Killers, the Drowned Ghost Princess found it was enough. Therefore, she collected her three thousand daughters and quietly returned to the Ghost Zone.
On the way, she remembered that the Corpse Fiend had once said he would become her maternal relative, which comforted her: Such a maternal kinsman, who is capable of standing his ground, fighting, and also innocent, would bring a sense of security.
As soon as the huge ghost face of the King of Souls appeared, York Gordon heard the Old Predecessor in the neighboring cave start pounding on the ground again.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump...
York Gordon’s body also began to tremble uncontrollably. The way he was now, curling up in a place he thought he could hide, hoping that the "small weapon" in his hand could give him a sense of security, was actually somewhat self-deceiving, staring fearfully at the potentially terrible creature outside.....
I am the dignified Third Great Boundary, the actual authority of the Horizon Bureau! Why do I feel like a little girl hiding in the cellar during a family massacre?
The problem is, although I’m not weak, the ghost outside is stronger! Even stronger than the water ghost just now!
York Gordon cursed in his heart: What the hell is going on? Are the famous Yin things of the Wood Dynasty coming to the village for a convention? Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow said that every night in the village, there would be giant beasts passing through to worship the Burning Hillock, but she didn’t mention anything about Yin beings having social gatherings!
The King of Souls looked down and everything in the Extinct Village was in clear view. Then he took a deep breath and shook his head disdainfully - if it was somewhere else, the King of Souls could sniff out the memories of all the Yin souls.
But in this village, only the smell of the monsters was left. He disliked it very much.
And since no memories were left behind, naturally there was no way to know where the Dandelion Killers had ended up.
The King of Souls was somewhat wary, for the Honored Lord had instructed him not to devour living humans. This meant that the Honored Lord didn’t like him bullying the living.
Yes, for the King of Souls, those cultivators down there were just ordinary humans.
But the Honored Lord said this was a test. It was a difficult situation for the ghost.
"Never mind." The main ghost gritted his teeth and pressed down infinite Yin energy.
Whistling sounds followed one another - only to be heard by souls. York Gordon found himself involuntarily flying up! He looked down in astonishment to see his reflection in the pit below - it was like the form of a victimized young girl.
He looked around and instantly understood that his spirit had left his body!
He shivered in shock. Could this be so exaggerated? His soul was controlled without him even being aware of it?
Then he saw the spirit of the Old Fisher and the other five. However, the ordinary Military Officers, Chief Flags, and Prescotts were unharmed, they just squatted in the pit trembling with fear.
The seven souls kept rising. The closer they got to the ghost face in the sky, the more they could feel its enormity.
The ghost’s eyeball was bigger than the entire Extinct Village combined.
Suddenly a voice exploded in the ears of York Gordon and six others, "Hand over the Dandelion Killers, and I’ll spare your lives!"