Grandpa Meng (Part 1)
Wood Spirit morphed into a flitting ray of green light to cross the ten-metre long bridge. Upon crossing the bridge, Mu Yu beheld the sight of a mountain of skeletons, some of which were only partially decaying. The skeletons came to life, crawling up to where Mu Yu was. Judging from their uniforms, they were the twins before their deaths! The twins’ skeletons were controlled using a skill passed down within Ghost Gate, still as strong as they were prior to their deaths.
Mu Yu turned Wood Spirit into a big tree to whack them all back. The physical attack drove them back; however, their ghost qi cancelled out any effects death qi could’ve induced. Even though Wood Spirit could turn into infinite branches and repair itself whenever a branch was snapped, the numbers were too overwhelming.
Mu Yu looked over his shoulder, where he sighted a vacant stone platform, which he assumed was where he came through. Upon leaping up onto the platform, the skeletons vanished, and he was back to where the bridge was.
“Hehehe, I told you that you can’t cross unless you drink my soup,” repeated Granny Meng, passing Mu Yu a bowl of soup using her walking stick’s hand.
Gui Congliang was out cold – courtesy of Granny Meng. She also didn’t show any intention of attacking. Still, Mu Yu remained on high alert, questioning, “Outsiders can also drink it?”
“Hehehe, regardless of who you are, you can’t cross the bridge unless you drink it.”
“Even guests?”
“You’re not a guest.”
“And if I refuse to drink?” Mu Yu asked, recalling the contempt and disgust Gui Congliang held for the soup in his memories.
In essence, the soup was a marker on their souls that prohibited anyone who drank it from betraying Ghost Gate.
“I’ll ask my husband to feed you, then, hehehe,” responded Granny Meng, conjuring an apparition overhead.
When you see a man wearing a black straw hat, fully black eyes, a goatee and oozing ominous vibes, you do not trust him.
Grandpa Meng summoned the walking stick to his hand, then split it in two, jamming it into his soul. Holding onto the bowl of soup, he swooped down to Mu Yu and then splashed it, manipulating it into the shape of a thin snake to fit into Mu Yu’s mouth.
Mu Yu discovered he was unable to move as a result of Granny Meng’s Ascension Realm energy pinning him down. Mu Yu relied on Helian Kong’s soul item to break the shackles off, then showed his clean heels.
The soup that had been spilt curved and continued chasing Mu Yu. Granny Meng extended her dry hand toward his throat, prompting him to spawn tree branches for a block. She slithered her way through the branches cleverly. Meanwhile, Mu Yu used the leaves to intercept the soup chasing him, splattering it on the ground.
“You’re a wood demon!” noted Granny Meng.
Despite Mu Yu flying off at top speed, Granny Meng managed to cut his path forward, forcing him to retreat to the edge of the bridge. Granny Meng bound after Mu Yu, forcing him to head back to the other side.
“I’d have better chances against the skeleton army than the two of them!”
The two didn’t chase after him just as last time.
“Stop!” someone commanded in a calm voice.
What the? Mu Yu wondered, cautiously removing his branches to see the skeletons making way for him.
“Mu Yu, look at the top of the skeletons! Doesn’t that resemble Grandpa Meng?” Xiaoshuai shouted.
“Two missing arms and no decaying, oh, crap, you’re right! He should be dead, though, shouldn’t he? Be ready for anything. I don’t trust someone who can control a skeleton army from Ghost Gate. That’s not to mention his cultivation.”
Grandpa Meng ambled over. “Why do you have such prominent death qi on you?”
“And how are you in control of your thoughts?”
“You’re not with Ghost Gate, so what are you doing here? Are you trying to infiltrate?”
Mu Yu refused to answer.
“I can help you get in.”
“Pfft, a Ghost Gate member helping me get into Ghost Gate. And I thought I had heard it all.”
“I’m not with Ghost Gate.”
“What?”
“There’s no need to be wary. I am helping you as I have a request for you. Your death qi is their worst fear. Help me retrieve my arms so that I can leave this cursed place,” explained Grandpa Meng, pointing around.
“You haven’t answered my question. How is your consciousness intact when Granny Meng has extracted your soul?”
“Mm…” Grandpa Meng scoffed, “I’m a member of Life and Death Sect.”
Previous Chapter l Next Chapter
