Infinite Throne

"Brother Li, I know you have grievances in your heart. Now that Wei Zhifu is dead, many immortals have come to the town, and they all know that you are innocent..." The innkeeper's hair stood on end, and tears were about to fall.

"What...innocent?" Li San looked sluggish, as if he didn't know what happened. After thinking for a while, he stood there straight, his scarlet mouth opened and closed, revealing half of his bloody tongue from time to time:

"The story...is not finished yet."

Blood foam flew everywhere as he opened his mouth. Li San seemed not to feel the pain and continued to tell the unfinished story:

"It is said that Qin Xianglian didn't see her husband return home, so she took her two children and traveled thousands of miles to Beijing to look for him..."

The innkeeper shuddered and wanted to close his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be held up by someone, and he couldn't close them.

Turning around, this is still the Yunlai Inn. It's just the Yunlai Inn before the demons and ghosts made trouble, and it really fulfilled the saying that guests are like clouds.

The place was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, all craning their necks to listen to the drama of Chen Shimei, the unfaithful and unlucky top scholar, marrying the princess, and Qin Xianglian, who was hunted down when she brought her children to the capital.

These people had strange faces, which was indescribable. They didn't talk much, just stared at Li San. Their clothes were almost the same, as if they were bought from the same shop.

The innkeeper stood in the crowd and wanted to leave temporarily. He casually patted the person next to him: "Excuse me--"

There was a deep dent on the other person's back, which looked a little scary. Only then did the innkeeper realize what was wrong with them. Their entire faces were flat, as if the facial features were drawn by someone with a pen.

The innkeeper shuddered. When he patted just now, he felt empty. The person only had a layer of skin, and it was actually hollow inside.

This weirdo had a good temperament. Even if there was a dent, he didn't get angry. Instead, he made way for him. The other weirdos also made way for the innkeeper to leave.

Li San stopped and asked word by word:

"Where are you going...I'm not good at telling stories?"

"Of course I'm good at telling stories. I admire your storytelling skills. If you want people to cry, you cry. If you want people to laugh, you tell a funny story and everyone laughs. That's your skills."

The innkeeper was a little dazed at first, but he was sober after being frightened. Li San was dead, and he arranged for someone to bury his body. He also paid for a thin coffin for Li San.

He thought he was worthy of Li San, but he was a weak person and didn't help much when Li San was caught. This Li San might be an evil ghost, different from normal people. Talk to him nicely and don't anger him. Maybe he can survive.

"Skills...good skills..." Li San laughed and coughed. His laughter was unclear and sounded like crying, which made people feel sad for no reason.

"How is my mother?" Li San asked again after a pause.

The innkeeper hesitated for a while, but still told the truth: "The old lady has passed away."

"My mother is old, and she has no happiness in her life because of me, a useless son. I am really sorry for her..." Li San really cried this time. Maybe ghosts don't have tears. No matter how sad he was, he couldn't shed a single tear. So these resentments and regrets were still blocked in his heart, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"It's not easy for everyone. Now that things have come to this, you should think more positively. Every Qingming Festival in the future, I will bring some light wine to help the old lady remove the grass in front of her grave." The innkeeper carefully chose his words, and his desire to win had reached its peak. If he hangs Qingming every year, it must be a living person. If he dies here, no one will remember to pay tribute to Li San and others.

"That's really troublesome for you. I am grateful for your care, but I can't repay your kindness. Let me kowtow to you." Li San looked back and revealed a boy of five or six years old, skinny, pale face, stiff limbs, it was Li San's son.

The child knelt down and kowtowed to the boss firmly.

"This kowtow is for your grandmother, and kowtow for your father."

The child kowtowed again.

The innkeeper's legs were so scared that they went limp. He had only heard of people kowtow to ghosts to beg for their lives, but never seen ghosts kowtow to people. He wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't move. He was scared to death, his face was pale, just like a ghost, just blending into the atmosphere here.

"Finally, kowtow for yourself." Li San urged.

After kowtowed three times, the child shrank behind Li San, very attached.

"Listen to the book here in the future, don't run around." Li San's strange voice came, with a chill.

"I..." Before the innkeeper could refuse, he suddenly felt cold and opened his eyes. He was still in the inn, leaning on the square table, covered with a quilt. Because of his posture, his arms and legs were cramping, sore and numb, as if he had been run over by a carriage. It was still raining outside the window, and the sky was already bright.

The immortal with outstanding appearance sat in front of the window, staring at the hanging bell in a trance.

"Those are a few waiters from the small shop. They were stranded here during the famine years. I don't know if they still have relatives. They are hung here." The innkeeper explained, always respectful in his heart.

As expected of an immortal, he didn't know what he dreamed of at first, but when he woke up today, he remembered the things in the dream clearly, and even remembered every word of Li San's words in the notebook. At this time, I wanted to tell the immortal in detail, but I didn't know how to start.

Lin Yebai casually performed a mind-clearing spell, and the innkeeper looked much calmer. Last night he stabilized the boss's spirit so that he would not fall into a state of ignorance, and sure enough, he reaped the rewards this morning.

"I did dream about Li San last night. He was telling stories in this Yunlai Inn..."

He told Lin Yebai what happened in the dream one by one, still a little scared:

"I wonder what Li San means? If I fall asleep again, I won't stay there forever..."

"Don't worry, he just wants to protect you." Lin Yebai reassured casually. If Li San really wanted to kill someone, there was no way the boss would wake up this morning.

"Anyway, I have no business, so I will go to Brother Li's grave today and lay incense for him." The innkeeper had a complicated mood. He really didn't do much to help Li San. He didn't expect that when more and more people died in the town, he himself would Can get Li San's protection. Ghosts are more moral than humans.

"I'll go with you." Lin Yebai also wanted to collect auxiliary materials for refining the Foundation Establishment Pill, and there were a few that he needed to find at the grave.

"Thank you, Immortal."

Many people died in the town last night. They all died in their dreams with their eyes open.

When Lin Yebai and the innkeeper went out, they encountered many funeral processions. Some people suspected that it was a plague. Even if it wasn't, the body was probably contaminated with evil spirits, so they were burned directly into ashes, saving a fortune on the coffin. People who died violently cannot enter their ancestors' graves, so they can just buy an urn and choose a place in the wilderness to bury them.

"More and more people are dying..." the innkeeper sighed.

"The troublesome monsters will be solved soon." Although Lin Yebai thought so, he felt not optimistic in his heart. With so many immortal cultivators coming in, the number of deaths increased, which was a bit suspicious.

Neither the Mochizuki Immortal Sect nor the people who participated in the test cared about the life and death of ordinary mortals, and seemed to intentionally allow ghosts to kill people.

Although the immortal cultivators are looking for ghosts, their purpose is to kill the ghosts and use their limbs to refine the foundation-building pill. The stronger the ghost, the higher the quality of the Foundation Establishment Pill. The more people die... it may be more in line with their wishes.

Lin Yebai stayed up all night last night. After the innkeeper fell asleep, his soul left his body and disappeared, only to reappear this morning.

Lin Yebai looked at the other residents in the town. As soon as it got dark, they fell asleep one after another.

The soul leaves the body and returns in the morning. Are you all like the boss, going to listen to books? If you can't get any valuable clues, I'll investigate in my dream tonight.

"Why did Li San tell this script? What's so special about it?" Lin Yebai asked.

"This is about He Juren." The boss suddenly showed contempt and whispered: "This is Chen Shimei."

"He came from a poor family and couldn't afford to study, so he got married. The girl's parents died and she lived with her brother and sister-in-law. She was good at embroidery."

"After the two got engaged, the girl did embroidery work for him to study. They originally planned to get married, but He Mengwen's father died and he stayed in mourning for three years."

"After the period of filial piety, he won the election, immediately broke off the engagement, and got engaged to the magistrate's daughter, and even the date was set."

"It's pity that girl's parents are dead, and her brother and sister-in-law are like jackals. As soon as the marriage was cancelled, she died early."

"Everyone said she was unlucky and had to be divorced because of a strange disease."

"I don't think she is unlucky. It was He Juren who killed her." The innkeeper looked angry and wanted to spit on He Juren.

Lin Yebai understood clearly that Li San's conviction seemed to be related to his preaching of this story. It is false that it has offended His Majesty, but it is true that it has affected the official reputation of Wei Zhifu and He Juren.

"Did He Mengwen marry Wei Shishi later?" Lin Yebai was a little curious when he didn't see Wei Shishi's body behind the county office.

"On the day of the wedding, Wei Shishi got on the sedan, and when she got off, she turned into human skin."

"She didn't realize it, but she pestered He Juren to worship him, which scared He Juren crazy."

"There was a lot of excitement that day. Someone accidentally knocked over a lamp and burned Wei Shishi's human skin. I could hear the screams from six alleys away. It was so scary."

"Everyone says that Magistrate Wei and Wei Shishi are evil spirits in human skin. I think there is some truth to that."

"On that day, all the people in the county government died, and no one even collected the bodies. I think it would be better to just burn the entire county government office. Maybe Wei Shishi is hiding in the county government office, crying every day."

"Is He Mengwen dead?" Lin Yebai asked.

"Not dead, just very crazy. He seems to have become a beggar. I haven't seen him for a few days."

Lin Yebai suddenly thought of the old beggar in front of the county government office. Now that he thought about it, he might not be very old. He looked so miserable, dirty and smelly, and he didn't get enough rest, so he ended up like this.

"Is he often at the county government office?"

"Then I don't know. If you are interested, Immortal, I will take you to He Juren's residence after I finish offering incense to Li San and his family."

"If beating him to death can eliminate the ghosts in the town, I will do it myself and keep him safe until he dies." The innkeeper rubbed his hands expectantly.

The innkeeper went to burn incense, while Lin Yebai collected auxiliary materials at the cemetery.

The ancestors of the residents of Qingxi Town regarded this place as a treasure place suitable for burial. They have accumulated thousands of years of Yin Qi and Death Qi, and have reached the standard for refining the Foundation Building Pill. There are traces left by other immortal cultivators on the graveyard, and others must have come to pick them up recently.

No one had any trouble with the auxiliary materials, they only took the parts they needed. If they are all destroyed, the monks who have the auxiliary materials in their hands will become the target of public criticism.

The real fierce struggle is about evil spirits. There are too many monks and too few people. It is not known how many evil ghosts there are in this town and whether they are enough to make elixirs. Since it is a body, only one part is needed. I wonder if the effect would be better if it were a whole body?

The innkeeper saw that the immortal looked empty-headed and seemed to be thinking about something important. He didn't dare to make any sound. He thought that the evil spirits in the town would be difficult to deal with, so he became worried.

"Is it done?" Lin Yebai asked.

"Okay, I'll lead the way for you." The innkeeper packed up his things in a hurry and went directly to where Mr. He lived.

It was a two-entry courtyard with a well in the courtyard. It was dirty and messy now, and there were flies flying around.

The old beggar that Lin Yebai had seen yesterday was in the courtyard, holding a bamboo stick and drawing something on the sand.

\u0026 "That's Mr. He. He looks normal now, but he's scary when he goes crazy. I haven't seen him for a few days, but he's really old. It's true that bad people will be punished by heaven.\u0026"

Soon, Mr. He drew the outline of a woman's side face, gentle and beautiful, with clear eyes and a bit of bookish air.

"Who is this?" Lin Yebai looked at the innkeeper.

"It looks a bit like that..." The innkeeper scratched his head and couldn't say it for a while.

"Zhiyin..." The old beggar choked with tears. When he called out, the woman on the ground moved her eyes. Please remember: