Master of Kaidan-Chapter 527: Seeing a Ghost

Looking at the pinky finger Feng Xue extended, with the titanium crystal ring on it, Ghost suddenly felt an urge to laugh. How old were they, still doing pinky promises?

However, considering this was one of the few people who had managed to bring offerings in recent years, Ghost still extended its withered finger.

Their fingers hooked together, and the corners of Feng Xue’s mouth curled up. While shaking their linked fingers like a child, he said,

"Lying will get you a thousand needles to swallow!"

"I swallow your grandma’s mouth!" Ghost cursed inwardly, but Feng Xue was a man of his word. He immediately pulled out three sticks of incense from the netherworld paper packet and planted them in front of the coffin. Using the flame from before Mao’s white candle to light them, he then waved his hand and said,

"Enjoy the food and drink!"

...

After bidding farewell to Coffin Ghost, Feng Xue suddenly felt a sense of relief. Humming a little tune, he climbed up the mountain. As he walked, a whimpering sound reached his ears again. Unlike Coffin Ghost’s mourning wails, these carried a hint of pleading.

"F*ck, why does this feel like I’ve walked into a beggars’ den?"

Feng Xue grinned, suddenly getting the sensation of giving money to one beggar only to find a whole group of them converging, asking for money. However, he had no intention whatsoever of acknowledging these types who wouldn’t even show their faces and just begged. He waved his hands as if shooing away flies and muttered,

"At least that one had a coffin to his name. You lot have nothing. Where would I even stick the incense? Where are your graves? Show me the way, and I’ll bring offerings next time I visit the graves."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crying by his ears immediately vanished. Then, Feng Xue’s vision blurred. At the worn, illegible signpost leading up the mountain, five figures in white, their faces unclear but all roughly around one meter thirty in height, simultaneously raised their right hands and pointed towards the mountain.

Following the direction they pointed, Feng Xue squinted. Only then did he notice an area on the barren mountain, like psoriasis on the skin, presumably a communal graveyard based on the intent of the ghosts.

"That’s not right, this path isn’t the same one I took when I descended the mountain!"

Although it was quite a distance away, Feng Xue distinctly remembered the path he took when he first descended was a straightforward one that extended to this village and directly to the mountain peak. But this spot was clearly on the mountain’s side, even facing the shaded side.

"Building graves on the shaded side of the mountain, that’s quite the standard setup. It seems like this is the actual communal cemetery. Then, what’s at the end of the other path at the mountain top? Surely a Fierce Ghost doesn’t feel the common graveyard isn’t good enough, and so it built another grave for itself at the summit?"

Feng Xue cracked this cold joke, but he could clearly sense something awry here.

First of all, with graves on the hill, why would these five white figures be in this village? And what was Coffin Ghost’s deal?

Could it really be a case of bullying in the Ghost Realm?

"Coffin Ghost can directly communicate, so it’s at least at the Resentful Spirit Level. The five in white can only cry and point the way; they’re probably just roaming spirits. According to what the somber players and the fake player said, several players at the Fierce Ghost Level have already fallen here, indicating the existence of at least one Fierce Ghost. As for a ferocious deity..."

Feng Xue looked up at the mountain peak, his eyes flickering with the flow of yin and yang energy, deploying Jiang Ziya’s Qi Observation Skill. However, he could only catch glimpses of a few lingering gloomy clouds, and couldn’t help but curl his lip,

"If they dare to be called ferocious deities with just this little aura, then ferocious deities in this game sure are cheap."

Thinking so, Feng Xue took strides and walked up the mountain path. When he reached a gentle slope, he frowned slightly,

"That’s odd, it looks like I should be taking a path nearby from down the mountain!"

Looking around and finding no trace of a diverging path, Feng Xue pondered for a moment. He had seen plenty of horror films. At times like this, it’s either ghost-hitting-the-wall, or one has entered an illusion, or perhaps someone is deliberately sabotaging by destroying the path.

But he, who had already pinpointed the location of the cemetery, walked straight ahead without a sideways glance, trampling over the weeds and through the forest of withered trees, heading in the direction of the cemetery.

"Feng Xue~~ Feng Xue~~"

As he walked, Feng Xue’s ears twitched slightly, faintly hearing what seemed like someone calling from behind. His expression became somewhat bizarre:

"Well, I’ll be damned, since I came to this world, the only ones who know my name are the cops and that student. And now a ghost knows it too? Mind reading? Or is it making me think it’s a hallucination calling my own name? Usually, in this kind of situation, if I turn around, I’ll get caught by the ghost, right?"

At this thought, Feng Xue paused in his steps, and the voice behind him became even more urgent.

"So freaking annoying!"

Feng Xue suddenly turned his head, only to be met with darkness, as a huge, gaping maw that almost completely covered his field of vision came into view.

Each tooth sharp as a dagger, the tongue covered with barbs, Feng Xue’s face darkened at the sight, and then he extended his hand...

"Bleurgh~"

As a pile of unidentifiable filth sprayed out toward him, Feng Xue immediately leaped backward, avoiding the rotted chunks of flesh and filthy mucus that spread across the ground, briefly spotting a couple of somewhat familiar heads, seemingly players he had seen before.

Feng Xue, narrowly avoiding the disgusting mess, instantly became enraged and glared as he cursed:

"Fuck, why’d you have to puke! Got no sense of public decency?"

The Ghost with the large head covered its throat, annoyed at Feng Xue’s words, and retorted furiously:

"Would you not puke if I choked you? Fuck! How did you even touch me?"

The Ghost with the large head seemed to suddenly realize something, its eyes widening. Feng Xue, hearing this, said oddly:

"Interesting, you try to take a bite, naturally thinking you could kill me. If you can kill me, naturally we would come into contact. So if you can touch me, why wouldn’t I be able to touch you?"

"Oh yeah!" The Ghost with the large head slapped its head, and Feng Xue suddenly felt an intellectual suppression, pondering whether bullying such an idiot cheapened him, but what could he do?

However, since the other side had come looking for trouble, he had no intention of letting it go. He immediately pulled out a pen and said softly,

"Write, O radiant..."

Before he finished speaking, a Pen Immortal, wearing a camisole dress, floated out from the pen, holding a book in her hands but with a face full of disdain:

"You could’ve just called out, do we have to go through this awkward phrase?"

"Isn’t this just adapting to the local customs?" Feng Xue spread his hands. But the Ghost with the large head finally had a moment of clarity and, taking advantage of Feng Xue’s awkward chat with the Pen Immortal, moved with a speed that even Feng Xue’s keen eyes didn’t capture, flickering behind him, its gaping maw widening once again.

But Feng Xue just stood there rigidly, not even turning his head, holding back even the Pen Immortal who wanted to make a move.

The Ghost with the large head, with its mouth agape, looked at the man who seemed to have turned into a stone sculpture and angrily said,

"Why won’t you turn around?"

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