235: The transformation pond in the ghost country!

“His own flesh and blood… in his eyes… is just a tool?”

Shen Qingzhu said each word slowly, his trembling voice preventing him from speaking a complete sentence consecutively.

“I never said that Bai Li Pang Pang was his biological son.”

Song Zhong patted Shen Qingzhu’s shoulder, staring intently into his eyes.

“Actually, Bai Li Pang Pang and you are the same kind of people.”

Shen Qingzhu was shocked; his mood at this moment was no less than when he had just learned the truth about the Baili Family from Song Zhong’s mouth.

“He… is also an orphan?”

“That’s right.”

Shen Qingzhu subconsciously bit his teeth tightly, not even noticing that he had bitten his lip.

A trickle of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

“Lord Song Zhong, can you give me a chance? A chance to avenge Bai Li Pang Pang.”

“Heh heh, I like the look in your eyes now.” Song Zhong’s hoarse voice traveled from Shen Qingzhu’s ear and settled into his heart.

Immediately after, Song Zhong mocked, “What a pity, you are too weak, so weak that you can’t even enter the Baili Family’s gate.”

Hearing Song Zhong’s ridicule, Shen Qingzhu did not feel annoyed.

The biting wind scattered Shen Qingzhu’s hair, his disheveled black strands in the wind like a fledgling bird flying against the wind.

“Lord Song Zhong, please grant me strength.”

Shen Qingzhu’s gaze was firm, and a tiny bit of faith, like a Firefly, flew out from his forehead.

Song Zhong silently absorbed that bit of faith into his System space.

“The path to becoming stronger is very painful, Shen Qingzhu, are you ready?”

Shen Qingzhu nodded heavily, “I have abandoned everything; nothing can stop my determination to become stronger.”

“Very good, follow me.”

Song Zhong turned around, and right in front of him, two peach trees, taller than a person, pierced through the frozen earth and grew stubbornly upwards.

A small “Peach Gate” appeared before the two of them.

The Peach Gate was like a mirror made of water, with blurry figures faintly reflected on its surface.

Song Zhong took a step forward and entered the Peach Gate.

Shen Qingzhu looked up at the sky, just as he had looked up at Bai Li Pang Pang in Fengdu Ghost City.

Bai Li Pang Pang’s words still seemed to echo in his ears.

“Zhuai Ge, you owe me another life.”

The cold wind blew across Shen Qingzhu’s strong face, and he secretly swore in his heart.

“Bai Li Pang Pang, it’s not that easy to make me owe you a favor. You bastard, you must hold on!”

Shen Qingzhu shook off the wind and snow from his body and plunged into the Peach Gate without hesitation.

As soon as he stepped inside the Peach Gate, Shen Qingzhu felt a surge of Yin Wind assaulting him.

“Is this the Netherworld?”

Shen Qingzhu carefully observed this world; there was no sun here, and endless eerie mist shrouded the sky.

The endless eerie mist emitted a green light, making the entire atmosphere of the Netherworld appear exceptionally strange.

A winding path appeared beneath Shen Qingzhu’s feet, and looking along the path, a red light flickered in the distance, like a large red lantern.

Shen Qingzhu began to run along the path, and before long, a grand and majestic Ghost City appeared before him.

Above the Ghost City, banners fluttered in the wind.

On those banners was imprinted a blood-red character: “Zhong.”

“Is this Lord Song Zhong’s Ghost Country?”

With a rumble, the city gate opened.

Chen Muye walked out of the city, “Shen Qingzhu, come with me, Lord of the Country is already waiting for you inside.”

“Thank you… Captain Chen!” Shen Qingzhu still used his old address.

When Chen Muye heard the words “Captain,” his gaze softened slightly, as if he had become much more amiable.

“Come with me.”

Shen Qingzhu felt his vision go dark, and a thick black mist enveloped the two of them.

Shen Qingzhu could not see his surroundings, only hear the whistling wind in his ears.

After about ten seconds, the black mist dispersed.

Chen Muye and Shen Qingzhu appeared before a grotto.

“Lord of the Country is inside; you can walk the rest of the way yourself.”

Shen Qingzhu nodded, and after bidding farewell to Chen Muye, he stepped into the dark grotto.

As Shen Qingzhu went deeper, the Yin Wind grew even thicker.

A Yin Wind, coming from who knew where, echoed within the cave.

Eerie wails occasionally drifted over, but Shen Qingzhu’s heart was fearless.

He had already experienced the miseries of the human world; what was there to fear from mere ghosts?

Just as Shen Qingzhu was gradually going deeper, a scream suddenly came from the depths of the grotto.

“Roar!”

The scream was like that of a tortured beast, all its immense suffering released through this single roar.

As the scream erupted, a chaotic storm began to spread from the depths of the grotto.

Endless storm, mixed with sharp rocks, surged out from the darkness.

And Shen Qingzhu’s position was directly in its path.

Scattered pebbles cut Shen Qingzhu’s skin, and the deafening wail ruptured his eardrums.

Blood flowed down his ears, and Shen Qingzhu felt as if his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand.

He knew that all of this originated from that roar deep within the grotto.

The gale continued, and Shen Qingzhu no longer knew how many wounds covered his body.

There was not a single intact patch of skin on him, and his body had lost all sensation.

In a daze, Shen Qingzhu heard a contemptuous voice in the wind.

“Get back!”

“No!” Shen Qingzhu roared inwardly.

He couldn’t go back, how could he go back?

He hadn’t even seen Bai Li Pang Pang yet, how could he give up halfway?

“I’m not going back, I refuse to believe this evil!”

Shen Qingzhu’s mind had lost consciousness, but strangely, his body was still moving forward.

In the endless darkness, a firm belief supported his body, slowly approaching the grotto.

…

After an unknown period, a sharp pain brought Shen Qingzhu back to consciousness.

Immediately after, he felt an intense heat, an unparalleled heat.

In his blurry vision, everything was red, scorching red.

“Am I… in lava?”

Shen Qingzhu struggled desperately and opened his eyes.

A pungent smell of blood rushed through his nasal cavity straight to his brain.

“Ugh!”

Shen Qingzhu instinctively vomited.

“Cough, cough!”

After a violent cough, Shen Qingzhu finally recovered somewhat.

He suddenly realized that he was immersed in a huge pool of blood.

And in the center of the blood pool, two “corpses” were impaled upside down, like seedlings, in the center of the blood pool.

Their heads were facing down, and two pairs of withered legs, like golden wheat ears, swayed slightly with the wind.

What was this place? And what were those two eerie corpses? Why did they look like they were planted in the blood pool?

Just as Shen Qingzhu was wondering, a familiar voice came from the darkness.

“Shen Qingzhu, how do you like the taste of my Huasheng Pool?”