flstandardbreds Chapter 145 Good Luck
Chapter 145 Good Luck
Several people followed the old man and the young man back home. It was a very simple house with three thatched houses. There was a wooden fence outside the yard with a few coarse linen clothes draped on it.
Luo San swept over and saw that there were only a dozen households here, all of which lived in thatched houses.
Dozens of people from Luosan carried the coffin into the village in a mighty procession, attracting many villagers to come out and watch curiously.
"Why do these people go out with coffins? Isn't it bad luck?"
"I see those girls in front are really pretty. I wonder if they are married yet."
"These people are probably mentally ill. Who would go out with a coffin? How dare you take this wife?"
"I have a little girl who doesn't carry a coffin. It seems that she has no problem with her brain."
A group of monks from southern Xinjiang were speechless as they listened to the villagers whispering. Although they were unable to use their spiritual power, their five senses could clearly hear what these people were saying.
What do you mean they have problems in their brains?
These fools are so stupid!
Some corpse puppet monks from Southern Xinjiang were thinking about this in their hearts, but their faces did not show any emotion.
Ling Wanran heard a lot of people discussing her and felt a little embarrassed. She was the only one here who didn't bring a coffin, so nine out of ten villagers were talking about her.
However, when these people saw them carrying coffins, they did not show any fear, which shows that this village is somewhat special.
Thinking of this, Ling Wanran used her spiritual sense to look at these people inconspicuously, but found that her spiritual sense could not see through them. She was shocked and became more and more certain that there was a problem.
"Fellow Daoist Luo, be careful later, there is a problem here."
Ling Wanran reminded her, but even if she didn't remind her, Luo Shan also noticed something strange.
"Fellow Daoist Ling, do you think these villagers are alive?" Luo Shan asked suddenly, scaring Ling Wanran.
Ling Wanran swallowed and looked at the villagers around her. Her heart was already filled with turmoil.
"Fellow Daoist Luo, do you mean that they are not living people?" They had used their spiritual sense to investigate before, and did not find anything strange about these two people.
"Fellow Daoist Ling, it is precisely because they are mortals that they make people think deeply." Luo Shan said, looking up at the cloudless sky.
"Tell me, have we left the bottom of the cliff?" Luo Shan always felt something was wrong. From the moment she saw these two mortals, it was as if there was a hand pushing her to move.
"Of course I left. Why would Brother Luo ask that?" Ling Wanran said, looking at Luo Shan intently.
Luo Shan narrowed his eyes and said inconspicuously: "Why would you ask that? Of course I want to confirm one thing."
Luo San said this, sneered, and directly hit Ling Wanran in the face with his backhand.
"Fellow Daoist Luo, what do you mean by this?" Ling Wanran's face changed drastically. After avoiding Luo's umbrella's attack, she said angrily:
"Fellow Daoist Luo, how have I ever offended you, yet you actually want to attack me?"
"Okay, stop pretending. You are not Fellow Daoist Ling at all, and we haven't gotten out of the bottom of the cliff." After Luo Shan finished speaking, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and then they appeared in a pitch-black place where they couldn't see their hands in front of them.
"Hehehe, this is interesting. You, a female cultivator, can actually see through my spiritual illusion." A strange voice sounded in the darkness, and then Luo Sangong felt dizzy and returned to the yellow sand again.
There were no cultivators from Southern Xinjiang around, and it felt like she was the only one in the vast world.
Luo Shan looked up at the sky. The scorching sun was baking the earth, and she felt like she was in a furnace.
The previous scenes stimulated her mind so much that she was still a little confused.
"The first level, the dream, is passed. The next level is the second level, finding the way to leave the land of yellow sand." The strange voice appeared again.
"If you can pass the five levels, you will get a map of one of the five inheritance halls in the Absolute Spirit Realm."
The voice explained, and then fell silent.
Luo Shan was still there digesting everything that had happened before.
Those dreams were too real. If Ling Wanran in the dream hadn’t revealed her true identity, she would have really been lost in the dream.
At first, she just felt something was wrong. Her intuition as a cultivator told her that there was something wrong with the two mortals. Even though she pointed it out tactfully, that "Ling Wanran" actually sent a message to her. If it weren't for that message, she would have been deceived.
Luo Shan collected his thoughts, adjusted his mentality, looked at the sky full of yellow sand, finally opened his eyelids, climbed directly into the white jade coffin, and fell into a deep sleep.
The person who was watching this scene secretly was choked by the air and was speechless as he looked at the white spot in the yellow sand.
It's really too much for this female cultivator to be so bad. Look at the female cultivator from the other side, the little fellow from the demon clan with a little dragon blood, and the female cultivator in white holding a sword!
Luo Shan didn't know how long he slept. He only knew that when he came out of the white jade coffin again, the sky was dark. A biting cold wind blew through the vast yellow sand, forcing Luo Shan, who was unable to use his spiritual power to keep warm, to retreat back into the coffin again.
The aura saw Luo Shan coming out of the coffin and thought that he was going to make some move, so he paid some attention to look over, only to see that the other party had simply shrunk back.
The owner of the breath: "..."
"How can you, a female cultivator, be so lazy? The female demon cultivator on the other side has already entered the third level, but you are still at the second level and have not moved." The strange voice could no longer be held back and spoke out directly.
Luo Shan, who was curled up in the white jade coffin, blinked his eyes, and after a while, he said, "It's so cold outside. I don't have any spiritual power. I will suffer if I go out."
"You can't even endure this little bit of hardship, how have you been able to practice until now?" When the aura heard Luo San's words, the voice of the aura rose a degree.
"Of course I can endure the hardships of practicing, but now, I go out and get chilled by the wind. Do you think I'm a fool?" Luo Shan said, his eyes rolling.
"Besides, the things you gave me are not attractive to me. The inheritance of the demon clan is of no use to me." Luo Shan said disdainfully.
"Heh, you short-sighted little cultivator. The Demon Clan's inheritance hall is about more than just inheritance. Since you don't think highly of it, just withdraw from the competition." The aura was very angry, but due to the rules of the secret realm, he was unable to take action.
Otherwise, he would definitely make this female cultivator look bad.
"Interesting. The demon race's heritage may have nothing to do with me, but I am interested in those treasures." Luo Shan was lying in the white jade coffin, and he made up his mind to join in the fun.
"Humph."
The aura snorted coldly, and then stopped paying attention to Luo San, and instead turned its gaze to Gu Qingcheng who was lying in another place in the yellow sand.
"This female cultivator is quite interesting."
He just randomly picked a direction, which was not only the fastest way to get out but also the least dangerous. What surprised him even more was that the female cultivator actually caught a jade scorpion in the yellow sand, which is a rare creature that can be used to make spiritual poison once in a thousand years.