low pit in the mud.I couldn't help but push through the crowd and squeeze onto the stairs. I leaned against the door frame and shouted to the person inside: "Lianlong, these bloods seem strange!"Lianl...What does it mean to transform

During the Tang Dynasty, a man named Duan Chengshi wrote a book called *Yuyang Zazu* Guangzhi*. This book mentions the term "human shedding".

"It is taboo to go onto a rooftop in May, for it is said that people shed their souls in May. When one goes onto a rooftop, they will see shadows of their souls departing."

Here, "人蛻" refers to the soul leaving the body, which means death.

But this old man's body was obviously kept alive by some kind of sorcery. How could he change his appearance like changing clothes in just a short while

Wait a moment.

Just like changing clothes...

I suddenly thought of the shrunken human skin suit on the wall.

Could he... be able to shapeshift...

Thinking about this, I suddenly shivered and grabbed my brother's arm tightly.

He had solid arms. I couldn't grab any flesh, only sliding across his skin. It hurt him enough that he flinched: "Xiao Qiao, what are you doing"

"I, I... he, he... The shriveled man in front of us, was his skin peeled off to be used as a mask..."

I was so nervous I stammered. If this old man were a demon, I could understand, but he's human!

Could he have used the painting skin technique on himself Then where was his original skin

I have personally seen the corpse of Mu Yunliang, who was skinned and his soul extracted. They used a cruel method of hanging him with five grains to keep him alive, causing his dark red flesh with a hint of white fat to twitch slightly. They flayed him alive, but he still had breath in his body.

That scene was too terrifying, the impression it left in my mind is too deep.

So once I think of anything related to “skin,” these terrifying memories will come rushing back.

The old man chuckled slyly, “You’re indeed smart, very good, very good… The master loves clever and quick-witted girls…”

The gloom grew heavier, the surroundings becoming ever more shadowy, as if countless ghostly figures stood within.

I am a little scared. With my current cultivation level, I'm afraid I won't be able to capture all these ghosts and drag them into the underworld in one go.

The little imp shrank his shoulders in fright and quietly tugged at my clothes: "Little Madam, don't move rashly."

I nodded, wondering what agreement the underworld had with this place's "master." Why would it agree to not collect souls here for four hundred years Then where did all the spirits of those who died over these centuries go

These specters within this oppressive miasma, are they not the restless souls unable to be claimed by the underworld

"Who is your master! Why are they hiding in this small village" I asked.

The old man let out a few dry, cackling laughs without replying.

My brother scoffed and said, “What’s there to pretend about His master must be a female ghost! At least four hundred years of cultivation as a female ghost! And lots of relics have been stolen, like that makeup box in our house!”

Yes, ten years ago this place was relocated overall. That should have been about a decade and a half ago when someone moved the female ghost's tomb, and some items flowed out, that makeup box being one of them, it ended up in our house.

However, my dad kept it stored in the basement. I didn't see it again until this time when we were cleaning out the storage room.

My brother got grazed by it when he opened it.

At the same time, I went to Song Wei's house and saw this number on the computer.

Is all of this fate This ghost is so powerful, able to see four hundred years of karma

"The master possesses boundless divine powers, she has already achieved the status of a ghost immortal. No one in this world can compare to her magical prowess... Ke ke ke..." The old man cackled with laughter.

Ghost immortal Hmph… Just like corpse immortals, they are monsters yet they adorn themselves with the title “immortal.”

The true immortals are those who refine yang energy and return it to heaven. These ghosts and corpses are refined with yin energy, unable to ascend to immortality, they can only be classified under the broad category of earth immortals.

"Since your master is so powerful, why wait for any more fated encounters Even the underworld isn't here to claim souls anymore. What else could she possibly be dissatisfied with" I asked, frowning.

The old man let out a cold laugh: “……the government in this world would relocate all the residents here, and no one would be born, grow old, get sick, or die on this land. The master’s magical powers would be affected… luckily, the master knew there would be an opportunity, so I waited with peace of mind…I’ve been waiting here for ten years…hehehe…”

"So, are all those so-called 'Hong' generation wizards just bull**"

"No! I am a genuine descendant of the Hongzi generation of mages! But I am a family heir who is loyal to my master... I want to see with my own eyes, watch my master's nirvana rebirth, and restore her peerless elegance..."

"Tut tut, what utter nonsense. A female ghost, peerless beauty You, a sorcerer, don't even know this is a fool's dream" My brother scoffed mercilessly at him.

“Old man, birth and death, existence and annihilation, are the supreme laws in the Three Realms and Six Paths. Even immortals and deities cannot break this rule... So what if one lives as long as heaven and earth There will still come a day of demise.”

You can try all sorts of ways to prolong your life, but you'll die in the end; you can even use sorcery to change your skin, but deep down you're still an old man. You think you have the power to make your little brother stand up Your ghost mistress is dead, so there's no such thing as being reborn. At most, you could just possess someone else! It's better to reincarnate sooner rather than later!

Look, my brother's heart and understanding are so clear and open.

But couldn't you be a little less serious about the humor

"What do you mean, 'If you have the guts, make your little brother stand up'"

Even the little errand boys couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The old man ignored my brother's scolding. He seemed intoxicated, tilting his head back as the oppressive gloom around him intensified. His eyes gradually turned a ghastly white, like those of a dead fish.

"...our family, in order to protect our master, has had three generations learn the art of human metamorphosis... You see that shriveled skin That's a worn-out one of mine. This skin... belonged to a man who came here last time... You can use it..."

He grinned grotesquely, twisting his head to fix us with a pair of ghastly white, eyeless fish eyes. “Ransar Kekeke… you don’t need to Ransar. To become a witness and nourishment for the Lord's rebirth is the highest honor!”

Pshaw, this kind of fanaticism is just like a cult.

That female ghost definitely isn't a good person!

The old man slowly led us to the ruins at the end of the village. I guessed that this was where the female ghost's tomb was located. It must have been robbed, and then the state came to protect it and salvage it. However, after discovering the secrets here, they immediately moved everyone away and wanted to demolish the houses to expose the tomb.

It must have been obstructed. The female ghost and this old man must have come up with a plan to create a terrifying event, causing the country to close this place, cancel its name and navigation, and even the landslide we just encountered should be to prevent outside vehicles from coming in.

"Your female ghost owner must be a vicious, ugly hag." My brother deliberately wanted to provoke him.nd asked, "Are those little ghosts yours""Nonsense!"“...Yesterday some little demons came to our room causing trouble, so I went to check it out. I met some that were trying to attack my wife; being r...