"If Nannan were to offer incense to her godmother, what would happen?"
Chen Shi’s eyes brightened, and from then on, every day when he offered incense to his godmother, he would call Nannan along.
Though whoever Nannan worshiped seemed to die, when she offered incense to the godmother’s stele, the immense Incense Fire Qi vanished without a trace like mud disappearing into the sea, the stele remained unharmed, only the inscriptions gradually becoming clearer. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Each time Chen Shi offered incense to his godmother, he would also bring Stone Rock Lady, letting her present incense in respect as well.
Yet, Stone Rock Lady always feared Nannan, wary that the two demons with mourning sticks might appear.
Thanks to their days of worship, the godmother’s stele gradually gathered a mysterious force around it, flowing like wisps of white smoke, quite mystical indeed.
When close, one could even hear profound and grand chanting.
Chen Shi leaned in to listen and realized that these were not human chants, but the chants of gods and demons!
It was as though godmother’s subjects were not humans, but the Heavenly Gods and demons worshipped by humans!
The sound was distant and faint, as if coming from temples across countless mountains and lands, as if coming from the underworld, transcending space and time.
"The stone godmother that Grandpa made me worship seems to be quite remarkable," Chen Shi thought to himself.
At Mirror Lake Villa, Chen Shi awoke in a coffin, slowly opened his eyes, and pushed off the coffin lid.
He had recently commissioned a brand new coffin for himself, which was slightly too big, but he was still growing, and in a few more months, the coffin would likely fit just right.
Nannan was bustling about in Mirror Lake Villa with enthusiasm, knocking on one coffin, touching another, and in the vast villa, nobody dared to make a sound.
Chen Shi stepped out of the coffin and smiled, "Nannan, stop playing, let’s head to Wuwang City!"
Nannan answered and followed him out of the villa. Outside, Black Pot was waiting.
Chen Shi lifted Nannan onto the wooden cart. This trip to Wuwang City was at the invitation of the Lord of Wuwang, and they could not refuse, otherwise his tongue would be itching to move.
Chen Shi knew nothing of this mysterious Lord of Wuwang, but he imagined with Nannan by his side, there would probably be no problem.
As night fell, the wooden cart followed the mountain paths, arriving at a broken bridge in the mountains, where they suddenly saw moonlight spilling down, illuminating the bridge. Beneath the moonlight, the bridge sprouted its missing half and became whole.
On the other end of the bridge lay Wuwang City, where ghosts resided, and even bold mountain dwellers from outside the city would come in carrying their wares to sell.
Selling earthly goods to ghosts often fetched a good price.
For ghosts, gold and silver treasures were worthless; only "paper money" had value, so they were happy to exchange their worthless gold and silver for some essentials.
The wooden cart entered the city, and Chen Shi repeatedly instructed Nannan not to speak, and if she did, not to lie.
"Is brother Little Ten afraid I will lie and get my tongue pulled out?" Nannan asked, looking up.
Chen Shi did not dare lie and honestly said, "No. I’m worried Black and White Impermanence will scare off the Lord."
Led by a Lantern Ghost, they entered the city lord’s mansion.
The Lantern Ghost had a human body with a lantern for a head, within which burned an oil lamp, a red lantern adorned with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water. With each step, the flame flickered.
Black Pot quietly lifted Nannan up high and she peeked inside the lantern, whispering, "It’s all lamp oil inside!"
Chen Shi glanced and saw the Lantern Ghost’s belly filled with tangled intestines, with the wick being one of the intestines.
They entered the mansion and were received by the Lord of Wuwang, who gave Nannan a wary glance before inviting Chen Shi to sit and smiling, "Does the young friend know the origin of Wuwang City?"
Chen Shi shook his head.
The Lord of Wuwang smiled, "People believe Wuwang City is part of my Ghost God Domain, but they overestimate me. Wuwang City made me, not I it. This place is but a fragment of the underworld that I happened upon, and only then did I become the Lord of Wuwang."
He poured tea for Chen Shi and smiled, "In Wuwang City, one cannot lie, myself included. This Wuwang City is a remnant of the Tongue-Pulling Hell of the underworld."
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