642: Ghost Town

"Why did you die without explaining clearly? What am I to do?"

On the stage, the woman with bright red blush on her face and covered in white powder, knelt on the ground.

Under her sharp voice, the clanging rhythm of the music made people listen with a jolt, as if it was beating against their hearts.

"Since my Husband is gone, how can I continue to live?"

"Pfft!" The dagger that had pierced the Man's chest was pulled out by the woman and plunged directly into her own body!

It was also at this moment that Cang Poshi realized with a shock that the woman singing opera on stage was truly stabbing the dagger into herself, churning out bright red internal organs!

The bright red blood flowed directly down from the stage like wine bursting from a broken barrel!

Yet, the audience below the stage cheered loudly and clapped their hands, as if completely unaware that the opera singer was about to die!

Cang Poshi was about to step forward to save her, but Ning Buxiu pressed a hand onto his shoulder: "Uncle Cang, this is a play."

"What kind of play? They're just watching the opera singer die on stage? And what's going on with this opera singer? She really killed the Man playing her Husband, and then committed suicide?!" Cang Poshi found it hard to remain calm.

Under the piling anxiety, he recalled a certain experience from his Middle-aged years, and a hint of fear rose in his eyes.

"Uncle Cang, haven't you seen the true situation of this place yet?" Ning Buxiu's calm words suppressed the unease in Cang Poshi's heart.

"True situation? Isn't this just Huangniu Town?"

"Let's go, find a place to stay first." Ning Buxiu turned around without explanation.

Inn.

The direct descendants of the Gao family were all sleeping in their rooms, with one or two guards respectively standing watch outside their doors.

Inside the room, Gao Lang was copying the book his Father had ordered him to copy, wanting to cry but having no tears.

"This place, the oil lamps they use are all this old style from a hundred years ago, heavy and inconvenient, and the light they give off is so dim, I'm going to go blind from copying this book."

While muttering, the young man yawned.

His nose twitched slightly, and he could faintly smell a pleasant sandalwood fragrance. He didn't remember lighting any incense in the room?

Downstairs in the inn.

Ning Buxiu walked in, openly carrying a brand new large saber on his back, accompanied by a bewildered Cang Poshi: "Boss, we'd like to stay."

As his voice fell, in the darkness of the night, from the front desk area which was completely dark and unlit, a slightly plump figure slowly rose.

"Stay? Alright, alright, how many rooms do you need?" The Shopkeeper asked with a smile, squinting his eyes.

"One room." Saying this, Ning Buxiu placed half a tael of silver on the wooden counter at the front desk, paused for a moment, and then asked: "Right, Shopkeeper, what's your name?"

"Me? My name is Yu Yong, Patron, you can just call me Shopkeeper Yu."

"Mm." While nodding, Ning Buxiu put down the silver in his hand and immediately took the room token.

Meanwhile, Cang Poshi, who was behind him, paused slightly in his breathing.

Asking the inn owner's name so deliberately was clearly the Master asking for him to hear.

It's just that the name Yu Yong was unfamiliar to him; he had never heard it before.

Thinking this, Cang Poshi followed Ning Buxiu slowly up the stairs.

When stepping on the wooden stairs, there was an unavoidable hollow thud. Perhaps due to their age, besides the thud, there were also more creaking sounds.

It seemed as if the stairs would collapse before long.

Cang Poshi remembered that six months ago, the Shopkeeper Yu from Huangniu Town had sent him a letter saying that many things in his restaurant had been renovated and welcomed him to visit. Logically, although the previous Boss Yu had left, the facilities and decor in this inn should also be brand new, so why now...

"Yu Yong." He couldn't help but chew on this name in his heart. As if he had thought of something, Cang Poshi's breathing gradually became rapid.

And with widened eyes, he suddenly stopped his steps!

Wasn't this name on Boss Yu's ancestral tablet?!

"Come in." Ning Buxiu had already opened the room door.

And now, Cang Poshi, his heart full of increasingly intense questions, took a few steps and entered the room.

"What's going on? Isn't Yu Yong Boss Yu's ancestor?! Is this a coincidence or...?"

Having reached this age, after realizing that he had fallen into a situation that could be called taboo, Cang Poshi's face still showed a hint of panic and even despair that was hard to conceal!

"This is Huangniu Town from a hundred years ago." Ning Buxiu's single sentence made Cang Poshi's old face turn even paler.

"Then the people in this Town?"

"Except for the other group of people in this inn, everyone else is a Ghost."

"Ghosts? A whole Town of Ghosts?!" Cang Poshi was already speechless.

"Don't be afraid. The Ghosts in this Town still believe they are humans and are the ancestors of Huangniu Town. They won't have any inexplicable malice towards us. They were drawn out by the Ghost play." Saying this, Ning Buxiu's tone became slightly heavier: "What needs attention are the Ghosts in the play."

"The foreign Ghosts in the play are the root cause of the chaos in Huangniu Town."

"This... Master, how do you know so much? Also, aren't you scared?" After his mood had somewhat calmed down, Cang Poshi finally realized that the one who had been comforting him like a Senior was Ning Buxiu.

His own Master was still a Family disciple with no strength to tie up a chicken. Even if he knew many things, being in a place like this was absolutely extremely dangerous!

"I've practiced Martial Arts," Ning Buxiu said simply.

Hearing this, Cang Poshi choked.

Martial Arts can only be used to show off in front of people. Compared to the bizarre and strange, they are things from two completely different Worlds!

"Master, this is not something Martial Arts can compensate for. Moreover, this old man saw you when you were practicing Cangying Leg before. Such insignificant skills are truly..."

Listening to Cang Poshi's words, Ning Buxiu shook his head and remained silent.

Ordinary people couldn't possibly understand the System's method of helping him improve his Martial Arts.

He had no need to explain.

Faintly, a light sandalwood fragrance drifted into his nose, causing Ning Buxiu's eyes to slowly narrow.

"Creak~" In the silent night, somewhere on the second floor of the inn, a room door slowly opened accompanied by a long, drawn-out, sharp and hoarse sound, like that of an opera character.

In the gentle movement of the invisible breeze, the faint sandalwood fragrance gradually grew stronger.

It was as if someone was carrying a basin of incense, coming from far away, getting closer and closer...

"Snore~" Cang Poshi's eyelids grew heavy beside him, and he actually fell directly asleep.

As for Ning Buxiu, his eyes were slightly closed, but the hot blood in his body was constantly rushing towards his brain under his control. He seemed asleep but was actually feigning sleep.

"Tap~ Tap~ Tap~"

On the wooden planks of the corridor, a series of clear footsteps sounded.

Before long, Ning Buxiu could clearly see a human-shaped outline appearing distinctly outside the wooden window of his room door!

The other party carried that strong sandalwood fragrance, walked with those clear steps, and finally stopped in front of his room door!