mythical card maker

Chapter 100 [Sorrowful Hanger] (Debt Repayment)

In the ruins, at the gate of the temple, a sudden change occurred.

"Auspicious day for Hades!"

A strange chant sounded outside the temple gate.

Zhou Chuan turned sideways, and heard the sonata of the ancient music troupe coming from outside.

Dull, sharp instruments interweave and sing, composing a chilling movement.

Through the papered windows, shadows outside the window can be seen vaguely, as if many people are looking into the temple through the window lattice.

The source of the music is also constantly changing, as if the music troupe is being led by one person, circling around the temple, one moment it will be in front of the temple, and the next moment it will be behind the temple.

A sudden gust of wind came, and the temple door was directly opened.

The bloody mist diffused, and the long white veil and paper money were blown in by the dark wind.

Zhou Chuan was a little dazed by the sudden scene in front of him. Just as he was about to take action, he heard a muffled sound, which seemed to be some kind of giant being placed on the ground.

"There is no place to bury someone in the family! I beg the Shangguan to reward me with a place!"

The Yin music came to an abrupt end, and an old male voice came.

Zhou Chuan turned his head to look, and saw many people in hemp and mourning with dull faces kneeling on the ground, but the shrine facing him was empty without any statues.

But like a programmed robot, they kowtowed respectfully and kowtowed three times, and then dispersed, as if they didn't see Zhou Chuan and Black and White Wuchang, they quickly ran to the backyard to set up a table.

The porter with a fat head and big ears came in at this time, and opened the large baskets on both sides of the pole, full of delicious food with good color and fragrance.

People dressed in sackcloth and filial piety sat down one after another, as if they were going to eat.

Zhou Chuan was also a little confused at this time. When he first entered the ruins, he only thought it was an empty place, at most there were some mountain spirits and wild ghosts hiding there.

Unexpectedly, it only took a while before the banquet team ushered in.

With the heels of his heels, he knew that what he could meet in the city of death must be some dirty things.

Zhou Chuan just wanted to know what kind of confidence they had to turn a blind eye to the impermanence of black and white.

"It's probably sent by the Black Mountain Ghost King again? I think he already knew the moment I entered the ruins."

Zhou Chuanxin said, standing in an empty space in the backyard, looking up at the quicksand-like sky, as if he was looking at someone.

At this time, a sense of crisis that felt like sitting on pins and needles suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, pulling his thinking back.

This was the first time he felt this way since the six masters got together.

Obviously before that, even if he faced the Black Mountain Ghost King directly, he wouldn't feel too much pressure.

unless……

Zhou Chuan recalled that rainy night again, and thought of the god who was wearing a shroud and holding a spear.

A bold guess was born in his heart: he was afraid that he had encountered 【God】again.

"Seventh Lord Eighth Lord!"

At this time, Black and White Wuchang walked out at the same time, standing in front of him, his face was slightly dark, and his eyes that were full of divine light flashed full of solemnity.

Zhou Chuan suddenly felt a little cold around him.

His brain is quite bright, and he knows that with the strength shown by the Black Mountain Ghost King, he will never have such a sense of oppression like a ghost.

Unless... today's banquet is a ceremony specially prepared by the other party to invite God?
This guess is unavoidably a bit bold. If a local ghost king wants to host a banquet for the gods, or is it in such a world where myths are cut off?

I am afraid that even if they are invited, they will not be gods in the strict sense, but some powerful dark creatures.

For a moment, Zhou Chuan's mind turned, and Zhou Chuan's eyes flickered, and the next moment, two figures appeared behind him, that is, the golden shackle and the silver lock.

The four masters showed up to protect him, but he still felt a faint sense of crisis.

Who would be the "god" to be invited in the corner of the underworld in the city of vain death?
It can't be the judge, can it?
"No."

A familiar voice sounded in his heart, with a calming power.

Zhou Chuan turned his head and saw that Hei Wuchang was watching him silently, with some concern mixed in his cold and divine gaze.

Heiwuchang...has recovered!

Zhou Chuan swallowed instinctively, and continued to ask in his heart: "Are you sure?"

"In the past, there were always people who thought of them as righteous brothers and me. Today, you will be a witness to see who is stronger, and let you see...the real impermanence." Hei Wuchang's tone was complicated, and Zhou Chuan's mellow voice was deep in Zhou Chuan's heart. reverberate.

"You?" Zhou Chuan was a little dazed by the title Ba Ye.

In a sense, the Kyushu mythology is actually a shadow of ancient China, and the status of the gods is clearly defined.

Hei Wuchang's title of "you" is obviously not only because of his status as a card maker, there are probably other reasons as well.

"I don't know why, do I? No way?"

As Zhou Chuan thought about it, he suddenly felt a burst of extremely cold energy emanating from the soles of his feet, which instantly rose to his calves, and there was a tendency to continue to rise.

The coldness that touched his soul made him unable to move for a while.

At this moment, Ba Ye made a bold move and put his right hand on his shoulder.

So, at the next moment, Zhou Chuan's mental energy instinctively poured into Baye's body, and after being "reformed" by the other party, it returned to him.

The extremely cold energy was instantly dissolved, and Heiwuchang's eyes were cold, and a little complicated and difficult to understand.

The other three did not speak. Although their divinity was also recovering, they had not reached the level of black impermanence after all, and they were still a little dull at the moment.

"I haven't seen you for 400 years, so I learned to hide?!"

Following Ba Ye's loud shout, Zhou Chuan felt that something was wrong with the surrounding environment.

The figures who were having a lively meal suddenly dimmed, because they were wearing white filial piety clothes, which were transparent, like air, making the backyard look empty.

This revealed the two figures sitting in the deepest part.

Zhou Chuan saw a man and a woman sitting in a corner and giggling. One of them was holding a bag tightly, and the other was holding a black umbrella in the courtyard. Their whole bodies were full of divinity and treachery, just like Zhou Chuan behind his back. These six masters are the same.

The only difference is that their bodies are surrounded by a kind of "chaos", and their eyes seem to be covered with a layer of white veil.

To put it bluntly, although these two are powerful, they are not as respectable as the six masters, but look a little dirty...

"Sangmen, Diaoke, long time no see."

Heiwuchang's lips did not move, and he greeted him indifferently.

The two people on the opposite side did not reply, but stared at Zhou Chuan with a kind of greed!
Seeing this, Ba Ye let out a cold snort. Apart from being angry, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

It gave Zhou Chuan the feeling that Odin saw the Eighth Master who hadn't recovered his sanity a long time ago.

It was an extremely strong sense of regret, or loneliness.

Funeral hanger.

Regarding these two names, Zhou Chuan also felt quite helpless.

He is well versed in mythology, and he has indeed heard of these two names.

But to be honest, it never occurred to him to create these two.

As for the reason, Ba Ye also said that some folklore often confuse the mourner with him and Qi Ye, almost passing it on as a single existence.

For example, the design of carrying a burden and holding an umbrella is actually an image of [impermanence] handed down from generation to generation.

This is a bit strange.

"Ask Eighth Master later." Zhou Chuan thought to himself.

　Renew debt.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)