The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 733

Chapter 733: Chapter 729: Continuous Ghost Stories Chapter 733: Chapter 729: Continuous Ghost Stories “Wang Qiu, how did you come out?” The middle-aged man noticed this and, disregarding Shen Luo, threw down the debris in his hand and went up to the man.

The man called “Wang Qiu” seemed to have a severe illness and was unsteady on his feet. After being supported by the middle-aged man, he stopped and looked over at Shen Luo.

His gaze scanned Shen Luo a few times before he said:

“Young man, my family has also suffered a calamity. We fled here to cure my illness. We really don't have much food left. Fortunately, we managed to hunt some game a few days ago. If you don't mind, feel free to share some.”

“Wang Qiu…” the middle-aged man hurriedly called out.

“Times are tough, and it's not easy for anyone. Saving a life would count as accumulating some virtue,” Wang Qiu shook his head and said.

“Accumulating virtue is pointless when you're in this state…” The middle-aged man said bitterly.

“Thank you,” Shen Luo immediately responded.

“Come, follow us inside,” Wang Qiu said before he and the middle-aged man guided him towards the Inner Courtyard.

Shen Luo slightly altered his line of sight, glanced around the courtyard, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Following them, he passed the collapsed central yard and reached the relatively intact backyard. He walked towards the lit main house.

Upon reaching the house, Shen Luo wrinkled his nose at a strange smell that was somewhat musty and foul. It was very unpleasant.

After entering the house, a bonfire was lit in the middle of the dilapidated room. Three or four people huddled around it, each of them turned to look at Shen Luo.

Their clothes were ragged and torn. The exposed skin on their arms and cheeks seemed to be covered in an ashy scab, indicating some serious skin disease.

Deadly qi constituted more than ninety percent of the energy in their eyes, making them seem incredibly desolate and lost.

Shen Luo felt uncomfortable under their gaze and smiled sheepishly at them.

Seeing this, they didn't move their eyes, not even blinking once.

“This is…Alright, young man, what's your name?” Wang Qiu asked.

“My name is Shen Jiacheng,” Shen Luo promptly replied.

“Brother Shen, you're also a poor soul who had fallen into trouble. We should help each other if we can,” Wang Qiu explained to the others in the room.

After hearing this, they finally looked away. One of them even moved aside somewhat, making some room for Shen Luo.

Once Shen Luo sat down, he noticed cooking pot on the bonfire, it contained chunks of an unidentifiable meat and pitch-dark soup, which was bubbling. Thick steam rose from the pot.

“Please don't mind, Brother Shen. This fox meat was hunted a few days ago, and to keep it preserved, we smoked and grilled it. We've been making soup with it,” Wang Qiu explained upon noticing Shen Luo's reaction.

“No worries. It's already not easy to have something to eat during these times. How could I be picky?” Shen Luo shook his head and said.

After speaking, his gaze circled around again. Against the wall on the other side of the room, a makeshift wooden frame held several ashy-white fox skins with dark-brown blood spots on them.

The fox skins had their eyes gouged out, leaving behind round hollow sockets that showed the mottled wall behind.

“There are not many other animals near Mining Town, just a lot of foxes. The people who lived here before worshipped these beasts as Guardians. They even built idols for them. Now, all those people are dead, but the foxes are still running all over the hills. So much for being Guardians,” the middle-aged man said, tearing off a chunk of the dark meat from the pot.

Seeing the dark red strands torn off by the man and smelling the strange odor around them, Shen Luo felt slightly nauseated.

“Brother Shen, don't just sit there. You're starving, aren't you? Eat something. It's okay,” said Wang Qiu, noticing Shen Luo's reaction.

“Then, I won't hold back,” said Shen Luo, reaching for the meat in the pot. Suddenly, he heard a strange sound from behind him.

He stopped and turned around. Behind him against the wall was a large lacquer wooden box secured with a brass lock. If one didn't look carefully, they would hardly notice the tiny charm patterns engraved on the lock.

Shen Luo narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the charm patterns. Suddenly, the box jumped violently, and a strange noise came from inside.

“What is this?” Shen Luo asked, surprised.

“Oh, it's a little fox we caught yesterday. We didn't have the heart to kill it yet, so we just locked it in there,” said Wang Qiu casually.

“You little beast! You've been locked up all night and you still can't quiet down,” the middle-aged man said, huffing coldly. He walked over and kicked the box, causing the noise inside to cease.

“Ah, in these times, it's hard for people and animals alike. It's really not easy…” Shen Luo sighed.

“Hah, I didn't expect you to be such a bleeding heart. Don't eat the meat in the pot, then. Starve and be done with it” scoffed the middle-aged man.

“Do not be disrespectful, cough, cough…” Wang Qiu reprimanded before breaking into a fit of coughing.

“It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I spoke out of line,” said Shen Luo, hastily waving his hand.

“It's getting dark, Brother Shen. After you've eaten, there's no need to hurry on your way. Stay here for the night. Don't go out,” Wang Qiu said.

“It's quite enough to have something to eat. I wouldn't impose more upon your hospitality. After I eat, I will leave,” Shen Luo responded deliberately after a moment of thought.

“Brother Shen, it's not that I want to… cough, cough… scare you, but it's not safe to stay in Mining Town at night. There're Demons and Ghosts roaming around. If you're not careful, we won't be picking you up from the road tomorrow, we'll be picking up your corpse,” Wang Qiu quickly said.

“What? There are monsters?” Shen Luo feigned surprise.

“This three-part Courtyard used to be the ancestral home of a prominent family in town, and there's an Eight Trigrams mirror hanging at the gate, which seems to have some effect. I haven't seen any ghost entering this Courtyard. You can stay here peacefully for a night, it's not too late to leave tomorrow morning,” Wang Qiu continued.

“If that's the case, I won't insist on leaving. Pardon my intrusion,” Shen Luo replied, showing no change in his expression. However, he had started contemplating:

“What a load of nonsense. Although there is an Eight Trigrams mirror hanging at the big gate, there is no trace of Mana fluctuation on it. When I stepped into the Courtyard just now, I noticed a Formation that had been laid out. Isn't that the reason why the monsters dare not approach?”

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