“Are we good like this? Poison brother, how to say that we all came from the same place, do we not need to be so ……”
Looking at the distant backs of Reumin and Bamboo Man, Funeral Season whispered.
Funeral Poison’s face did not have the meanness and provocation from before, but instead carefully surveyed the external walls and roads of Sand City.
He said softly, “Ji, we represent the Phantom Ghost Realm.”
“Do you understand what I mean?”
As if he had thought of something, Funeral Ji’s eyelids dropped and he nodded.
Seeing that the young clan brother understood, Funeral Poison slightly lowered his heart.
Before he came, Funeral Poison had warned Funeral Season that the two of them had to present very different appearances.
Funeral Poison would present himself as a mouthy, arrogant older brother, while Funeral Season would play the role of a kind and humble younger brother.
It was up to Funeral Poison to do the dangerous and offensive things.
He knows he has to take on the outlaw role in order to get more information about Sand Castle, and he’s prepared to die for it – something only the experienced Funeral Poison is capable of doing.
Instead, Funeral Season would take on the role of the generous and gentle innocent, and even if something bad happened to Funeral Poison, he would be able to pass on the information that his clan brother had sacrificed in exchange for back to the God Kingdom.
It wasn’t that the Psi-God had any extra ideas for this vortex world.
Rather, he wanted to manage to get more Yao Clan knowledge and skills through this one opportunity, and use it to push the Psi Ghost World into a high-speed development channel.
The Sand City Emissary Fish Goo had stayed in the Bamboo Reed Kingdom and had brought about a huge impact on the Reed Folk and the Bamboo People, and this time, the Psi Ghost Realm had to take the initiative to fight for it, and couldn’t be pulled apart by the Bamboo Reed Kingdom any more.
Before his departure, Apostle Buluo said to Funeral Poison, “The Funeral Clan now has only 146 people left, and every one of them is precious. You are the supporters of the Divine Kingdom and the hope for the future, and you have a difficult mission.”
“On this trip, you have to remember and learn as much as you can about the various achievements of the Yao Clan, especially those related to the Spectre Realm, such as apparitions, military, architecture, and engineering ……”
“You are the first Funeral Race to step out of the Spectre Realm to see the outside world, this is both an honour and a responsibility.”
“The bottom line is that you are responsible for everything you do in Sand City.”
“Understand what I’m saying?”
Funeral Poison nodded.
Bloo handed him a cranial wine glass filled with purple-black fruit wine.
The apostle said softly, “I remember when I was very young, the old man told me that the birth of the Funeral Clan meant that one will be a success. It takes hundreds of brainless ghouls for one Mortician to emerge who knows what he wants.”
“But I don’t think so.”
Bloo himself held a white bone drinking vessel, “It’s up to you to decide whether you want to live or die, to be muddled or to pass on to the rest of the world.”
“You’ve followed me for many years, I’m relieved when you do something.”
“What to do, what to do, you decide yourself.”
The apostle flashed a smile and clinked glasses with Funeral Poison.
“Have a safe journey, Ambassador.”
Funeral Poison raised his glass and took a drink.
Funeral Poison never told Funeral Season about these things.
The less you knew, the less you had to worry about, the safer you were.
Sometimes it was necessary to appear outwardly sharp so that a number of people would think that a reckless and arrogant person probably wouldn’t be too good in the head.
……
Funeral Poison tilted his head and surveyed the tall tower in front of him.
It was constructed from a single square stone brick, with neither carved ornamentation nor windows on the tower, which stood straight up, emitting a ghostly green firelight from the top.
Funeral Poison could sense that there were many ghostly scents inside.
“This is the Ghost High Tower.”
The green-clothed Slemod leaned on his silver cane with both hands and said courteously, “The two of you should be very familiar with ghosts, so you can go in and see for yourself. The two of you would be uncomfortable if I were beside you instead.”
“Inside the tower, there are spiral steps that lead all the way to the bonfire at the top of the tower, and the ghost lighthouses communicate with each other through the bonfire. It’s just that there is only one lighthouse in this world today, so it won’t be used for the time being.”
“In addition, there aren’t many ghosts in this lighthouse, but quite a few of the placements inside are private rooms for the ghosts. Please also refrain from touching objects with flame markings on them without permission.”
“Then, I’ll excuse myself for a moment.”
Facing the Apostle, Funeral Poison maintained his courtesy and respect, “Thank you for your guidance.”
The two Morticians stepped into the high tower.
Unlike the cluttered and simple environment inside the Black Tombstone, everything was in order inside the Ghost High Tower. Wide wooden shelves were fixed to the walls, and on the shelves were many parchment scrolls tied up with twine, as well as several thick-sealed books.
Funeral Poison looked around to make sure there were no flame markings and then removed one of the parchment scrolls and untied the twisted ties.
The writing on the parchment scroll was elegant and neat, the ink was clear without any fading, some of it looked like some kind of special grease, but also like a kind of plant dye.
The Ghost World had its own script, but it usually used stone tablets as a carrier, carved to record various events and patterns. The recording stone tablets were thick and heavy, and were all stored in a huge cellar, which was very tedious to both find and organise.
It was also because of the cumbersome and troublesome reason that most people, even the Funeral Clan, disliked consulting the stone tablets.
“This recording tool is truly useful.”
Funeral Season looked at the words on the parchment scroll and said enviously, “If only we knew how to do it too.”
Funeral Poison Brain pondered the feasibility of this.
Sheepskin, there were sheep in the Phantom Realm that could get the skin.
But one would also need this dye from the parchment scroll, a process that could never be mastered in a word or two.
Funeral Poison surmised that the black dye was either a powder ground from some kind of stone or a juice extracted from some black plant. But there should still be a trick to how to make the colour even and not disperse.
If you pry into the recipe of it, not to mention whether or not you can get a truthful answer, you will certainly attract the attention of the Sand City party …… in case you anger the Apostle Mayor here, then it will not be worth it.
The funeral poison goal is clear.
Complicated things were not considered, and simple imitable Yao tools and achievements were sought as much as possible.
“It’s a pity that I can’t read Yao Clan writing.”
Funeral Season flipped through a scroll of parchment, somewhat helpless.
“We don’t understand it, but the ghosts here certainly do.”
Funeral Poison looked around and found a broom against the wall with a flame symbol stamped on the handle.
Now it needed to find a ghost to translate.
He chanted in his mind.
–O Ghost of this world, in the name of the dead, call for your response ……
The broom shook and a transparent apparition emerged from it.
This apparition was a child, appearing to be no more than eleven or twelve years old, and the spiritual light emanating from it was not strong.
Funeral Poison’s heart, however, was bursting with joy.
A young ghost was the best target for prying information.
Funeral Poison asked it, “Ghost of this place, we are the Funeral Clan who came here to visit, with the permission and invitation of the Mayor, Mr Slymod, and we would also like to ask you to answer our confusion.”
The little ghost yawned and immediately perked up at the name of the mayor, “Foreign funeral guests? Eh I’ve heard of it, you’ve come to the right person, I, Bocha, am the best at news, and I used to be a little known in Crystal City.”
Funeral Poison asked smoothly, “Crystal City? What is that place?”
“That’s the city of the Yao Clan, don’t you guys know about it?”
Bocha said proudly, “Crystal City is one of the new Twin Cities, although it’s not as good as the traditional Twin Cities, it’s still famous. Everyone calls it the City of Radiance, but it’s actually more appropriate to say the City of Ghosts, after all, most of the Ghost Remnants from the Old Empire Era still live there.”
“Old Empire Era? The Yao Clan established an empire?”Funeral Poison feigned a look of envy, “That’s really something.”
“No no.”
Little Ghost waved her hand, “The Yao Race doesn’t have an empire, that’s the history of the Bo God Realm during the Old God Era, quite a few years from now.”
“Bo God? Is it a subordinate god of the Yao God?”
“How could it be, the Bo God was annihilated by Lord Yao God …… Lord Yao God never even appeared, and the Bo God was so scared that he blew himself up. That was a very tragic divine battle, but actually the two warring parties were the Bo God and King Wu Ji ……”
After listening to the ghost’s description of the empire’s old history, Funeral Poison only felt his brain buzzing a little.
He could hear that Bocha was by no means deliberately bragging and exaggerating.
The other party spoke clearly, including the strength of the gods on both sides of the warring sides and all sorts of details of the war between the god kingdoms, which were the most difficult to fabricate and could easily be seen to be broken.
The war started off with the overwhelming superiority of the Yao Gods.
However, as soon as the Yao God’s will descended, it directly reversed the situation, forcing the Bo God, a Title Deity Subordinate God, to self-fall on the spot, not even daring to make any moves to confront it.
This was beyond Funeral Poison’s understanding and knowledge.
According to Bocha’s description, the Fifth Fearless Empire had a population of over 300,000, 70,000 long-trained regular troops, and with transcendent beings aiding in the battle, as well as four apostles, the empire’s battle power was extremely terrifying.
Its divine Kingdom Sovereign, the Bo God, had even made altars of captured gods on many occasions in order to demonstrate force and gain the fire of faith.
Funeral Poison was very clear.
In the past, the strength of the Yao God Realm would have been crushing, regardless of whether it was against the Phantom Ghost Realm or the Bamboo Reed Kingdom.
However, all of this was nothing in front of the Yao God, shattering at the slightest touch.
Funeral Poison couldn’t help but recall what Apostle Buluo had said.
“Don’t think about confrontation, the Yao Clan’s power is far beyond your imagination, that Yao God is above the gods, not a realm that you and I can understand ……”
“The Yao Race is not our enemy.”
“The so-called enemy is a saying when the forces are evenly matched, if an existence that is completely incapable of confrontation says that the other party is an enemy, that is nothing more than an arrogant joke.”
“Our imaginary enemy has never been the Takeharu Kingdom.”
“Your task is to obtain more results than the Bamboo Reed Kingdom in order for the Psi-Ghost Realm to be able to stand out soon and gain an advantage over the Bamboo Reed Kingdom and gain more dominance in the future.”
The Apostle and even the Lord Psi-Ghost God behind him had long since seen everything.
Funeral Poison gathered his mind and raised the parchment scroll in his hand, “Can you translate the words on this for us?”
“It’s simple.”
Bocha glanced at it, “The scroll you’re holding is The Abyssal Sinner, but it’s a marvellous Yao epic, yo.”
“Then I’ll trouble you.”
“It’s a small matter, don’t be polite, I’m also a Ghost Scholar after all, it’s my duty to spread knowledge.”
Bocha began to decipher the epic, “The beginning starts like this: he is a sinful person who collects sins and karma, and he is also a godslayer with bloodthirsty and heroic songs ……”
“…… With this, the Yao Clan’s Sinner Hai Fold, accomplished the feat of Godslayer, causing the Lord of the Star Ocean to fall and forever become a legend of old.”
Funeral Poison was silent for a while before he carefully asked, “This Hai Fold, what kind of status does this Hai Fold have in the Yao Clan?”
“You’re asking the right person about this.”
Bocha whispered, “Actually, he used to be a vicious criminal who killed many ghosts. Later, he was arrested by the commander of Salt City, Mr Botou, executed and locked in a black prison under the Spectre Lighthouse.”
“Then the Lord God had mercy and gave him the opportunity to pay for his crimes, and then Sea Fold had the chance to create an epic, and the group had a complicated attitude towards him.”
“He accomplished the feat of regicide, but then his crimes were so numerous that some people worshipped him and others spat on him. To speak of strength, in the past, it was just ordinary, right, once he tried to escape from prison, and ended up being beaten up by an armour-bearer …… I think it’s just on the level of an ordinary armour-bearer.”
Funeral Ji also couldn’t help but say, “How many Armour Bearers does the Yao Clan have?”
“Didn’t count.”Bocha wrinkled his brows and thought, “There are probably a few thousand, there must be a couple of hundred in every city anyway.”
The two Morticians were speechless for a while.
After a while, Funeral Poison slowed down and picked up another thick leather book, “Please help us with this one.”
“This book is a good thing.”
Bocha introduced it with a raised eyebrow, “This is the ‘Introductory Vocabulary of the Dragon Language’, a book parsed and translated from the language of the Dragon Race by the Dragon Gee Prophet, with a very high academic value.”
“If you can learn these vocabularies and utilise them proficiently, you might be able to use the Dragon Language Spell.”
Dragon Grammar Technique?
Funeral Poison and Funeral Season looked at each other.
The stories of the Dragon Race were more or less rumoured in the many divine kingdoms.
For this race that was comparable to the gods, itself was synonymous with power.
Funeral Poison took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile, and pointed to another parchment scroll next to him, “And what’s on this one?”
“That one is The Wonderful Adventures of Pava …… I like this book very much, it records the feats of many heroes of the Yao race …… But there is just one problem.”
“What problem?”
Bocha sighed, “The author, Mr Pawar, stopped writing halfway through the book, and is said to be dead, or it is said that he committed suicide because he didn’t want to write the manuscript. I don’t know where he’s gone, but don’t let me catch him, I need to see the ending of the Dragon’s Nest chapter, damn it.”
“……”
The sun was setting.
Funeral Poison and Funeral Season dragged their heavy steps out of the Ghost Tower.
What they saw and heard inside was astounding, and the history and records on those books and parchment scrolls made them more and more desperate the more they looked at them.
The Yao Clan s footsteps have gone too far, and they are already in a place that they can t understand ……
Funeral Poison looked into the distance, and by the flower-clustered walls made up of sand roses, the Lu Min and the Bamboo Man were there. The previously sharp Bamboo Tiger sat in the corner of the wall, looking depressed and downcast.
Lushan seemed to realise what was going on and turned back, nodding slightly when he realised it was the two men from the Funeral Clan.
Funeral Poison pondered for a moment and looked to the clan brother next to him, ”There has to be a temporary change in strategy. We’ll have to co-operate with the Bamboo Reed Kingdom to have a chance of getting some results in these three days.”
The resistance between the two divine kingdoms was still going on.
The Yao Race’s city was only showing a corner, giving people a feeling of being breathless, and under this stressful environment, it was impossible to spare any energy to engage in confrontation.
Funeral Poison approached Lushan and directly expressed a willingness to reciprocate.
Rushan agreed readily.
“Then, I wish you a good cooperation for these three days.”Funeral Poison said solemnly.
Rushan also responded with a serious face, “I hope we can both get what we want.”
Both sides shook hands.
It was the same as when the two great divine kingdoms faced a natural disaster.
At moments like this, joint collaboration was more in the interests of both sides.
