find him, so we're powerless."Dong Wenqing slowly turned her head and looked at the chaotic statue, saying slowly, "He can save us, he doesn't necessarily need strength, he just needs to appear. Those...Chapter 1255: Frightened to Death

Chapter 1255: Frightened to Death

This is why he rushed out of the cave!

Although I can't temporarily find a way back and see the situation in Daxia firsthand, these ghosts in Fengdu all come from Daxia. I can just ask them.

The old woman looked at Ye Fu Sheng and let out a heavy sigh, saying, "When did you come How could you be unaware of the situation in Daxia"

Ye Fusheng's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't that he couldn't answer, but her sigh made it impossible to figure out what she was thinking.

He replied, "As for my response to your question, I was the one who saw a celestial being appear that night. After an earthquake shook the ground, I awoke in this place. Upon inquiring further, I learned that I had already passed away... How is the state of Great Xia currently"

"Oh..."

The old woman sighed again, her breath coming in short, labored gasps.

Ye Fusheng looked anxious and couldn't wait to ask, "Is the situation bad Are those so-called celestial beings from the Upper Realm causing trouble again, messing with mortals"

The old woman shook her head. "Don't get excited, I just walked too far and need a break."

Just now coming down, I was indeed exhausted. Even Ye Fusheng didn't seem like he was in the mortal world, let alone her.

Ye Fu Sheng nodded upon hearing this, only able to patiently wait.

The old woman paused for a moment before speaking, “That night, the Heavenly Emperor returned. He slaughtered all directions, slaying countless celestial beings. In the end, he even killed the greatest Immortal Emperor of the upper realm, but...but….” She sobbed.

She was speaking, and as she spoke, she began to sob, overcome with grief.

Ye Fusheng cannot expose his identity. Once the news gets out and reaches the upper realm, even the Emperor of Fengdu might not be able to protect him. At that time, he would be utterly wiped out.

And waited silently.

The old woman calmed her emotions: “But then three Immortal Emperors appeared, they forced the Human Emperor, and for the sake of the world’s changes, the Human Emperor could only self-destruct. The Human Emperor loved the people, was the protector god of Day Xia, our heaven. He transformed into a radiant light in front of us all, showering down upon the world...Human Emperor…sniff sniff…”

Her sobs grew louder, her emotions overwhelming, she nearly fainted from crying.

The cries of ghosts are especially distinct from human voices. Lacking a physical body, their sound is exceptionally sharp and travels far distances.

"The emperor…"

The old woman sat down on the ground and wailed.

And this cry of "Emperor" also reminded the crowd ahead of their own sorrows, and they too wept with anguish, like smoke signals being passed on, one wave of cries after another.

Soon, the crying became even louder as they reached the orderly queue.

A million ghosts wail.

The entire city of Fengdu trembled violently.

Ye Fusheng had a myriad of emotions swirling within him. There was comfort in knowing that he still held immense influence over the people, yet there was also a sense of loss that he could no longer protect them.

I looked at the old woman. Seeing her still crying, I doubted she could give a complete answer with her emotional ups and downs. So, I simply said goodbye and continued walking backward along the line.

Most of them just wept uncontrollably, rooted to the spot.

And a portion of them, choked with sobs, stumbled forward.

Fewer still walked with vacant eyes, simply following the crowd in a daze. These must have died very recently; their spirits hadn't dissipated, their celestial souls hadn't returned to their rightful places, and their consciousness hadn't fully recovered.

Ye Fusheng was searching.

Finally, a suitable candidate was found. He was young and dressed in a splendid ceremonial robe, leisurely humming a tune as he sat in the carriage. In front of him was a coachman, behind him a retinue, and four maidservants stood on either side of the carriage.

Of course, the others are not real people. They should be paper figures made by a paranormal expert. These paper figures can be used and have no independent consciousness. They're like "robots".

And the reason he was deemed suitable is because his attire undoubtedly came from a distinguished background, allowing him to possess greater knowledge.

There is something very pathetic: ordinary people often say that death is the fairest thing in this world, as everyone will die. But few people know that the treatment after death is completely different.

Just like this person before us, wealthy and able to live freely even in the underworld.

Ye Fusheng strode forward, clasped his fists and said: “This young master looks extraordinary in appearance and demeanor. In his lifetime, he must have been the son of a wealthy family. I've figured it out.”

The young man merely glanced at Ye Fusheng dismissively, not bothering to respond. He continued to shake his head and hum a little tune.

The coachman in front raised his whip and shouted, "Get out of the way, you dog!"

His voice was hoarse, and his movements with the long whip were not smooth.

Ye Fusheng wasn't angry. After a moment of thought, he realized there wasn't anything on him that could impress anyone.

"Young master, could you perhaps inquire about the current state of Dàxià Have celestial immortals from the upper realm descended once more and interfered with the mortal world"

Whoosh!

The coachman was very domineering and beat with his whip.

Ye Fusheng didn't make a move. A small paper man carriage driver, if he made a move, would turn him to ashes. His figure flashed and he directly sat on the carriage.

Tone intensified: 'Sir, I'm speaking to you.'

Having nothing to rely on, only strength remains. I don't want to harm the people of Daxia, but in an emergency, extraordinary measures are needed to deter them with fear.

As expected.

This young man was startled when he saw Ye Fusheng suddenly approach, his eyes sharp and aggressive.

"He recovered quickly and smiled faintly, "Not bad. What did you do for a living"

Ye Fusheng casually fabricated, "Martial artist."

"Warrior Warriors are good."

The young man laughed and said, “I just arrived here, and I happen to be short a warrior. How about this, starting today you join me. Gold, silver, treasures, beautiful wives, all yours for the taking. Once my connections get established, I'll secure a position of power here, and get you a minor official title as well. We can then roam free through Fengdu, ha ha ha.”

Ye Fu Sheng frowned slightly, this young man spoke too frivolously, he was probably not a good person in life...

But, wanting to ask about the real situation, I can only hold it back.

"Then I'll thank you in advance, sir," he said with a smile. "But I still want to know... how is Xia Dynasty doing now Could you tell me"

"Humph!"

The young man's face changed drastically, his expression turning dark as he said, "What else could happen Of course, they fell into the hands of those despicable people. Now, even Dàxiá is still under the control of Yang Dítiān and those scoundrels. In all the regions..."

He began to rant and rave, clearly very dissatisfied with Yang Dingtian and the women.

A flash of cold light crossed Ye Fusheng's eyes, but his heart calmed down. It was good, they were fine for now.

"You interrupted. "Where are the immortals from the Upper Realm Don't they interfere in worldly affairs anymore Why do they just let Yang Dingtian and others be"

"How could this be!"

The youth grew angrier: “It’s said that one day in heaven is a year on earth, and immortals returning to the heavens for duty haven't come back yet. When the immortals return, it will be their time, I see how long they can jump around.”

"Only... only pity me."

“My family was a staunch supporter of Jia Sidao, supporting him secretly for a long time. If Jia Sidao had ascended to the throne, our family would have risen with him. At that time, I would have been a prominent young master under the banner of Da Xia. It’s just a pity that I was born at an unfortunate time. That bastard Ye Fusheng actually came back to life and killed Jia Sidao, causing my family to fall along with him. He even…”

He patted his thigh while speaking, filled with pain and regret.

After Ye Fusheng had finished asking all his questions, there was no need for him to continue pretending. He said flatly, 'How was Ye Fusheng killed'

The young man didn't notice the change in tone and retorted angrily, "This young master hasn't succeeded in seducing a woman from a good family. I had already reached her room when suddenly, she lit a lamp, and we met eyes! This young master was terrified!"ng wouldn't be afraid. Although their cultivation levels were almost equal, he hadn't engaged in a fight for thousands of years. In contrast, he had spent years walking the edge of life and death, so...