Chapter 70 Summoner Brothers

Chapter 70 Summoner Brothers

Chapter 70 Summoner Brothers

Just when he wanted to resist, he suddenly heard a familiar cough:
"Cough cough cough..."

After hearing this voice, Qiu Sheng's heart suddenly calmed down:
"…It's Seventh Uncle!"

Since Seventh Uncle is here, it means he is safe. It seems that he has not been thrown into a mass grave.

What a joy, what a joy!

On the other side, Wencai, who had just woken up, suddenly heard Uncle Jiu's whispered reminder:
"Don't move, just lie still!"

After hearing Uncle Jiu’s reminder, Wencai also felt relieved and lay peacefully in the coffin.

There was no movement inside the coffin.

The leading paper figure nodded, and then left the house in a flash:
"woo woo woo woo……"

Seeing the leading paper man leave, many other colorful paper men also carried thin coffin boards and quickly left the Huangquan Inn.

But in the blink of an eye, the entire Huangquan Inn became completely quiet.

It was a very quiet journey.

After being reminded by his seventh uncle, Qiu Sheng didn't dare to tinker with anything else and just lay quietly in the coffin.

Of course, he would touch the red string tied on his left hand from time to time, fearing that they would lose him:
"so far so good……"

After touching the red rope for the third time, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, in a dark environment, people have no clear concept of time and will think that a long time has passed in the outside world.

However, at some point in that moment.

Qiu Sheng, who was touching the red rope, felt that the red ropes on both sides seemed to be pulling him, as if they were going to cut off his left hand:
"……what happened?"

Because he tied a slipknot, when the rope was about to hurt his hand, the slipknot quickly broke, and then he was pulled out of the coffin:

"brush!"

When Qiu Sheng discovered something unusual, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but secretly say something was wrong:
"No! Something happened!"

When he said this, he kicked the coffin lid off with one foot, and then jumped out of the coffin.

Hearing the noise outside, Qiu Sheng also kicked open the coffin lid and jumped out:
"Master, what happened?"

Looking at the three coffins resting by the river, and then looking at the guide who had already run away after they made any move.

For a moment, Uncle Jiu's face turned as black as an iron pot:

"These guides in the ghost market are so uncivilized! They took the money but didn't help people get rid of the disasters. They just ran away!"

Now they are in the middle of nowhere and are caught between life and death. Where should they go?

After hearing Uncle Jiu say this, I saw Song Feng's coffin being slowly opened from the inside, and then I heard him say in a low voice:
"You can't expect a group of ghosts who are paid to do things to talk about trust with humans, but now is not the time to explore the issue of trust."

"Now that the three of us are here, it means that your beloved disciple Wencai is missing. The next thing we should think about is how to find him back..."

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Uncle Nine's face darkened again:
"Before we set off, I specifically reminded him to tie a slipknot, but I didn't expect that this would cause problems."

"But fortunately, the three of us broke out of the coffin in time and gave him the chance to enter the Ghost Market, otherwise things would be even worse!"

If the three of them had not made any noise and were safely sent to the Ghost Market, and Wencai was the only one left stranded between the Yin and Yang, he dared not imagine what would have happened.

It’s so disappointing that I can’t even tie a slipknot properly!
After taking a deep breath, Uncle Jiu said with a serious face:
"Since the three of us were left outside the Yellow Spring River in the Ghost Market, it means that Wencai has been taken in by the group of guides."

"Without us by his side, Wencai would be in an unfamiliar place and might get into trouble. We have to get in quickly!"

Being able to enter the ghost market is a blessing in disguise. At least there is a place to look for things.

If you really get thrown into the gap between Yin and Yang on the way to the Ghost Market, you'll probably never be able to come back!

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Qiu Sheng looked around and found that besides the pitch-black space, there was only the yellow river in front of him.
"Master, are we going to cross the river?"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng took a few steps forward and wanted to reach out and touch it to test the flow of the water in the river.

However, before his hand touched the yellow river water, he was hit back by Song Feng's cane:
“Ouch…it hurts!”

I don’t know what my seventh uncle’s rattan stick is made of, but it hurts so much when he hits people with it that it goes deep into the bone. He remembers every beating so clearly that he is really scared.

Looking at the retracted hand, Song Feng leaned on his cane and slowly stared at the river in front of him and said:
"This Yellow Spring River is a tributary of the legendary Wangchuan River in the underworld. No matter if you are a human or a ghost, once you enter the river, you will be doomed forever."

"If you put your hand in now, even if your master is extremely powerful, he may not be able to get you back."

Hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng subconsciously took a few steps back, looking at the yellow river water with fear in his eyes:

"Then Master, the river water is so terrible, how can we go there to find Wencai?"

Even though Wencai had done something stupid, they were still brothers after all. He couldn't just watch Wencai being taken to the ghost market and killed.

Looking at the yellow water of the Yellow Spring River, Uncle Nine turned his gaze to Uncle Seven beside him:
"Seventh Uncle, do you have any other way to enter the Ghost Market safely?"

Because of his status, he seldom goes in and out of the Ghost Market, but as an old senior in the cultivation world, his Seventh Uncle must have come into contact with it a lot.

It is reasonable to ask your seniors!
Seeing Uncle Jiu getting in trouble in front of the Yellow Spring River, Song Feng smiled and said:
"Uncle Jiu finally came to me for help, so I naturally cannot let him down. Coincidentally, I actually know how to safely cross the Yellow Spring River!"

When he said this, he placed his cane in the river and tapped it in a very peculiar way:

"Om..."

Suddenly, inexplicable ripples spread out throughout the Yellow Springs River, with the rattan stick as the center.

The water waves are becoming more and more rippling.

Looking at his seventh uncle's actions, Qiu Sheng seemed very curious and it seemed that he wanted to study how his seventh uncle did it.

However, when Uncle Jiu saw Song Feng leaning his cane into the Yellow Spring River, he couldn't help but reveal a trace of doubt:
"What is this cane made of?"

The water of the Wangchuan River has the ability to cleanse the soul, and its tributary, the Huangquan River, also has mysterious powers.

This seemingly ordinary rattan stick can be placed in the Yellow Spring River without being damaged at all, which shows its extraordinaryness.

Before he could think carefully, he saw a place in the upper reaches of the Yellow Spring River where fog was rising in the distance, and suddenly heard the sound of paddling:

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The sound of paddling continued.

When they saw the target, even Uncle Jiu couldn't help but widen his eyes:
"...rowing on the Yellow Springs River?"

Today was really weird. Not only did I see a walking stick that could enter the Yellow Springs River without getting hurt, but now I can even see a fishing boat floating on the Yellow Springs River.

Weird things really happened today! The small fishing boat with a shed was rowing very fast in the Yellow Spring River. It arrived at the other side in a short while and approached them:
"Are you guys going to cross the river?"

As soon as we docked on the shore, we saw a skinny man with bare chest coming out of the small shed.

Gives people a feeling of being a fish in water!

After hearing what the man said, Uncle Jiu took a few steps forward, then held the Yin-Yang Technique in his arms and spoke to the man:
"My fellow Taoist, my master and I want to cross the Yellow Spring River and enter the Ghost Market. How much is the boat ticket?"

As a particular person, Uncle Nine naturally would not let Uncle Seven pay for the cost of crossing the river.

After all, this was trouble caused by his apprentice, and he was very grateful that his seventh uncle could help him to make connections.

Looking at Uncle Jiu in front of him, the thin man chuckled a few times, then stretched out a slap:
"There is inflation underground now, and it is not easy to transport goods on the river. I will just ask you for five million taels!"

After hearing this, even the mischievous Qiu Sheng couldn't help but take a breath:
"Hiss... Five million taels? Why don't you go and rob them?"

However, after hearing what the thin man said, Uncle Jiu nodded decisively:

"Five million taels, that's five million taels!"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's straightforward agreement, the skinny man seemed very heroic and praised loudly:

"As expected of the current underworld bank agent, he is indeed generous enough!"

"You are so heroic, I believe you will be able to become a regular employee soon. I would like to congratulate you first!"

"Daoyou, please get on board quickly..."

Even though he had been hanging around between the living and the dead, he couldn't help but smile when he suddenly received five million taels of ghost money.

After all, this thing is really useful!

Looking at the check-like note issued by Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng's face suddenly turned bitter:
"It's over. The Lingying Hall can't be built anymore, the Goddess of Childbirth can't be invited anymore, and the incense burner in the charity cemetery should be re-pasted... Wencai, you really deserve to die!"

Something had better have happened to you.

Five million taels, how much paper and ink would it take? Qiu Sheng felt a toothache just thinking about it.

After getting on the small fishing boat, the man quickly paddled the boat and ferried to the other side of the Yellow Spring River:

"By the way, there is a place for rest in my small fishing boat. Who among you wants to go in?"

After hearing this, Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng subconsciously looked at each other, and then looked at Song Feng.

After seeing the gazes of their master and apprentice, Song Feng smiled slightly while holding his cane, and then walked into the cabin:

"Since we all think so, I will be very honored to accept your offer. Thank you very much..."

Watching Song Feng and the man walk into the cabin, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but sigh helplessly, muttering:

"Respecting the elderly and loving the young is a virtue. Uncle Seventh is old and it's time for him to go in and rest..."

the other side.

As soon as he entered the cabin, Song Feng lay down naturally on the only lounge chair in the cabin.

The thin man walked to Song Feng's side very consciously and handed him tea:

"Uncle Master...are you okay?"

Looking at the man in front of him, Song Feng closed his eyes gently, and seemed to be thinking.

After a while, Song Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and his whole body was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression:

"…Who asked you to come?!"

Seeing the old man in front of him, who looked even older than the last time they met, getting angry, Duan Fang felt a surge of fear:

"Uncle Master, you know me well. Ever since my physical body decayed, I have been able to hang out between the living and the dead to earn some money for incense and paper money."

"The reason why I was not destroyed was because of your righteous words back then. How could I possibly do anything bad to you?"

Looking at Duan Fang who was hunched in front of him, Song Feng restrained his momentum and then couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood:

"Ahem... How did you know I was coming? And how did you carve a mark in the Yellow Spring Inn in advance?"

Looking at the blood that Song Feng spit out, and sensing the extremely weak fire of life in the body of this once giant in front of him.

For a moment, Duan Fang felt a little bitter in his heart, but then he quickly explained:

"Uncle Master, this time it was a complete coincidence. I just heard that you went south, so you left marks in the Yin-Yang Inns in various places."

"Uncle Master, I knew Song Ren was a disaster. If you hadn't risked being discovered to save him, how could he have survived?"

"You were in such a dangerous situation at the time and you trained him so seriously. How could he do such a thing to betray his teacher and ancestors?"

When he said the last part, Duan Fang also felt filled with indignation, and it looked like he was going to the north to fight him the next moment.

Looking at the angry Duan Fang in front of him, Song Feng waved his hand and told him not to mention it again:

"Let's just let the past go. All these years of training have been nothing but an ungrateful person."

"As for the past, let's not even talk about it. So many people attacked me back then, but I was the only one who suffered so much. What is there to say?"

After hearing what his uncle said, Duan Fang seemed a little dissatisfied:
"...That's different!"

Looking at Duan Fang who was still defending himself, Song Feng shook his head and said slowly:
"Nothing is different. I am just not as skilled as others. I originally thought that I would have a successor after that incident, but in the end, I was shortsighted..."

When he got to this point, he changed the subject and then asked Duan Fang:
"Once we're ashore, find a reason to bring Wencai to us, and then leave."

"I am old now, and it is time for me to enjoy my remaining years and spend time with the little ones below..."

Seeing that his uncle didn't really seem to care, Duan Fang couldn't help but sigh deeply:

"Then Uncle Master, you can enjoy your old age. I can't get involved in the past, but I can still have a say in Song Ren's affairs."

"After I send you to the ghost market, I will gather all my fellow disciples. Even if we have to kill everyone, we must not let this ungrateful person live!"

Looking at the murderous Duan Fang in front of him, Song Feng couldn't help but frown:
"Since you have decided not to get involved in the affairs of the living world, then live a good life between the living and the dead. I will have my own ideas about other matters!"

"Besides, how many of your former fellow disciples are still alive? Do you really want to ruin their later years and make them die a miserable death?"

Seeing his uncle, who was still so powerful, getting so angry, Duan Fang could not help but nod his head repeatedly, not daring to say anything more:

"Uncle Master, I understand..."

(End of this chapter)