Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 186: You Have My Daddy's Scent (3rd Release)

One didn't even need to think to know.

This old man's time had definitely been devoured by that little girl.

What was cruel was, that little girl hadn't completely devoured it entirely.

Instead, she had left five breaths of time for the opponent.

Within these five breaths, the old man unceasingly cycled within this room; yet his life had already reached its end. Regardless of how powerful he once might have been, at this moment he was merely a bedridden invalid.

His body didn't possess the slightest bit of strength.

He couldn't even manage to turn over. He could only pull open the bed curtain and knock over the bronze oil lamp placed beside the head of the bed.

If Chen Huangpi hadn't accidentally made a noise earlier.

This old man wouldn't even have knocked over the bronze oil lamp.

With every death.With every cycle.

The old man's sideways-turned head always faced Chen Huangpi's side.

He didn't continue knocking over the oil lamp, but merely gestured with his hands, signaling for Chen Huangpi to enter.

However, to his disappointment.

Not only did Chen Huangpi not enter, he even used a tree branch to block up that opening on the wall instead.

Although that old man was pitiful.

Although his state was so miserable that simply putting oneself in his shoes for a moment would make one desperately wish for death.

Chen Huangpi still did not dare to enter.

What if, after entering, he also became a part of that five-breath cycle?

Or perhaps, that old man actually harbored malicious intentions.

After entering, he would become a scapegoat for the dead.

Wouldn't that be even more miserable?

"There's still the east room."

Carrying that pickaxe, Chen Huangpi then chiseled towards the wall of the east room.

The bricks and stones shattered.

Looking through that opening.

Inside was a swath of pitch-black darkness.

Only occasionally did specks of light light up, before instantly extinguishing.

Chen Huangpi said: "Huang Er, my Evil Eye cannot clearly see the objects inside."

"Let me illuminate it for you."

Saying so, the Brass Oil Lamp released a faint lamplight.

That lamplight didn't shine outward, but solely focused into this east room.

In the blink of an eye, the objects within the east room were illuminated.

Hiss...

Chen Huangpi drew in a breath of cold air.

He saw a corpse hanging by the neck from the roof beam.

That corpse was similarly elderly, its hair completely fallen out, both hands placed at its neck, desperately clawing at that fatal hemp rope.

On the ground rested a bronze oil lamp.

That bronze oil lamp flickered unsteadily, not even lasting a single breath's time.

Meaning to say.

This corpse hanging from the roof beam.

In reality, only possessed less than a single breath of time alive.

Only, it might just come alive, and then immediately die, unceasingly cycling indefinitely within this despairing time, forever unable to reincarnate.

"I feel like this place is like Hell..."

Chen Huangpi muttered: "A Hell where one suffers until death, and after death resurrects to suffer again."

The Brass Oil Lamp said: "Even the Underworld Yellow Spring doesn't have such a terrifying Hell."

Before the Underworld Yellow Spring and the human world severed their connection.

After all living beings died, their souls indeed plummeted into the Underworld Yellow Spring.

Some individuals guilty of heinous crimes would also be cast into the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

But after serving their full sentence in Hell, there was an opportunity to reincarnate.

Yet here, there was only endless torment.

"This room belongs to that villager pulling the millstone."

Chen Huangpi said in a low voice: "His time isn't considered short, and moreover he hasn't died. If he dies, will he also become like this."

This house possessed three rooms in total.

The east and west rooms plus the main hall in the middle.

Inexplicably, Chen Huangpi felt that if that villager's time was devoured until only a few breaths remained, he would definitely return to this main hall, and the door to this main hall would probably also be blocked up by bricks and stones, using mud to smear the gaps flat.

The sole unclear point was.

Exactly according to what criterion did that little girl devour the villagers' time.

If it was based on the amount of Spiritual Qi absorbed.

Every cultivator, after arriving at this place, would probably incessantly absorb Spiritual Qi.

If this were to be taken as the rule, there shouldn't be any living people appearing.

The Brass Oil Lamp muttered: "The more Spiritual Qi absorbed, the faster the speed of breakthrough, and the longer the lifespan."

"That ghost thing eats people's time."

The more it spoke, the deeper the Brass Oil Lamp's voice became: "Therefore, it desperately wishes for cultivators to absorb Spiritual Qi and break through."

"This way, the time it can devour will also increase."

"Until that cultivator can no longer break through, they will be tossed into this house."

The Brass Oil Lamp's deduction wasn't without reason.

But if this was the case, it also meant that, even if Chen Huangpi didn't absorb Spiritual Qi, he would probably be targeted by her.

Because the time Chen Huangpi had existed.

Even excluding the time he was a stillborn fetus, solely counting what the Brass Oil Lamp knew, Chen Huangpi had already lived for over ten thousand years.

"Original Family, A Gui, Golden Horn, plus me, Huang Er."

The Brass Oil Lamp said bitterly: "The accumulated time the four of us have existed added together is a fucking sixty to seventy thousand years. That ghost thing feeds on time, how could it possibly let us off."

"No..."

Chen Huangpi shook his head saying: "One day in the human world is one year in the underworld. I remember A Gui has lived for over a hundred thousand years, right? And Golden Horn too. Added together, we've probably lived longer than even that Tai Yizi."

Even if that Tai Yizi's realm had fallen to Soul Formation.

But he was an Immortal after all, or at least he was before the Heaven and Earth Mutation.

Immortals enjoy long life and enduring vision.

Their lifespan is boundless!

And right at this moment.

Chen Huangpi's expression suddenly stagnated.

"That little girl has found us."

Outside the house.

Chen Huangpi had left behind some Evil Eyes outside for early warning.

And now, he saw that beneath the night sky, that little girl holding the red lantern and carrying a vegetable basket, was currently skipping and bouncing, walking towards the very house he was located in.

The opponent didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Just like an ordinary child, playing while walking.

But even so, after a few dozen breaths, she would definitely appear inside this house.

"What do we do, what do we do!"

The Brass Oil Lamp was incredibly anxious, letting out a low growl: "That damn kid is so terrifying at night, and will only become incredibly weak when day breaks. But right now, there are at least four or five large hours until daybreak; we fundamentally cannot hold out."

Chen Huangpi only felt his scalp go numb: "Huang Er, where's your method to break the predicament?"

"I can't think of it..."

The Brass Oil Lamp said in despair: "Original Family, let's cultivate the Dog Rearing Scripture. I'm genuinely terrified of that damn kid. If it genuinely comes down to it, I'll transform into a wicked spirit and fight it to the death."

"You cultivate first!"

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth: "We haven't fought yet, it doesn't necessarily mean we can't win."

The Brass Oil Lamp was currently entirely devoid of its senses.

When Chen Huangpi told it to cultivate the Dog Rearing Scripture, it immediately began cultivating.

Guanzhu oh Guanzhu.

No, Evil Daoist oh Evil Daoist.

You sent Chen Huangpi to this ghost place to find the fishing rod, you definitely wouldn't want Chen Huangpi to die here, right.

Just stop hiding and concealing things.

Hurry up and display your might, and deal with that damn kid.

While cultivating the Dog Rearing Scripture, the Brass Oil Lamp silently prayed in its heart.

"Huang Er, praying is praying, why must you curse Master?"

Chen Huangpi said unpleasantly: "You and I currently have our minds linked. If you curse Master like this, later I definitely won't stand up for you."

"I presume there won't be any chance to stand up for me."

The Brass Oil Lamp smiled miserably saying: "The reason I'm cursing Guanzhu, is because I wish to test whether Guanzhu is actually secretly watching. If he is watching, he would definitely deal with me..."

"Then is Master watching..."

"I feel like my curses weren't dirty enough..."

"..."

Chen Huangpi nodded in understanding.

He ignored the Brass Oil Lamp's internal vitriol, and merely drew a deep breath, then released the Void-Piercing Sword.

Om...

That sword seemingly felt the unease in Chen Huangpi's heart.

It circled his left and right, emitting continuous waves of sword hums.

Within those sword hums, was a semblance of warning.

Within Chen Huangpi's body.

The Liver Temple, which had long since been completely forged but had yet to open its temple doors and invite a god into its urn, was currently trembling as well.

If that little girl's attribute was fire.

After Chen Huangpi opened the Liver Temple, the latter would be suppressed by her.

If it was wood, it would be the same.

But Chen Huangpi also knew, that ghost thing wasn't even an evil spirit, the Liver Temple perhaps might be useless against her.

Evil Eyes individually popped out from Chen Huangpi's body.

Then, as if opening a sluice gate to release water, they sank into Chen Huangpi's shadow.

Within his shadow, resided the shadow of the Headless Yama.

Previously, Chen Huangpi could only use the Evil Eyes to control one of its arms; this time he wished to try controlling more of its torso.

Yet right at this moment.

Chen Huangpi was stunned.

"That ghost thing disappeared..."

"What?"

The Brass Oil Lamp had currently once again transformed into a running dog.

Its mind was linked with Chen Huangpi.

With just a single thought, it saw the perspective of the Evil Eyes Chen Huangpi had placed outside.

The muddy path outside was completely devoid of anyone.

That little girl who had previously been holding the red lantern and carrying the vegetable basket had vanished without a trace, yet just a second ago, that little girl had distinctly still been walking towards the courtyard gate.

Abruptly...

The Soul-Hooking Register kept close to Chen Huangpi's body erupted with a surge of chilliness.

That chill came quickly, and left just as quickly.

"Contract Master, that little girl is in here..."

"Get the hell out!!!"

Chen Huangpi ruthlessly slapped the Soul-Hooking Register.

Subsequently, a streak of gloomy light flew out from within.

It was precisely that little girl with two braids, carrying the red lantern.

"Golden Horn!"

Chen Huangpi shouted loudly.

That little girl somehow ran into the Soul-Hooking Register, how could she spare Golden Horn?

However, what Chen Huangpi never anticipated was.

In the next second.

The Life-Reaping Ghost's voice resounded once again.

"Contract Master, Golden Horn is fine. That little girl just entered the Soul-Hooking Register, she hasn't had the time to act yet."

"Alright, I understand."

Chen Huangpi felt slightly more at ease in his heart, yet the murderous intent in his eyes was incredibly dense.

He hated this little girl to the bone.

"You and I had no resentment in the past, and no enmity recently, why must you bitterly push me so?"

While secretly continuing to plunge Evil Eyes into his own shadow, Chen Huangpi rebuked that little girl: "At such a young age, you are already this evil, abducting so many cultivators to this village, providing them for you to devour."

"If you were allowed to grow up, wouldn't all living beings in this world suffer your poisonous hands."

"Big Brother, your body possesses the scent of my Daddy..."

The little girl tilted her head, smiling at Chen Huangpi: "You ate my Daddy, didn't you?"

Hearing these words.

Chen Huangpi hastily waved his hands saying: "You misunderstand, I am a human, and I don't eat humans."

"My Daddy is that human-faced fish. The Uncles said, it was you who ate him."

"Oh, so it was your Daddy."

Chen Huangpi said ashamedly: "Those who do not know are innocent. I will return your Daddy to you right now, please don't be angry anymore."

The little girl asked: "Is my Daddy still around?"

Chen Huangpi said: "A portion is still around. I will return it to you right now."

Saying so, Chen Huangpi's mind stirred.

A roasted fish that had been more than half eaten, subsequently flew out from the Soul-Hooking Register towards that little girl.

Next second!

Two incredibly massive arms, entirely covered in Evil Eyes, stretched out from Chen Huangpi's shadow.

"Die for me!!!"

Chen Huangpi clapped his hands together, and those two arms belonging to the Yama's shadow, subsequently formed a Soul-Killing Art.