Chapter 15: Negotiations

After almost twenty years, I was once again “visiting old haunts,” walking in the place that once made me, as a teenager, feel as if I were in a state of shock. It was still dark, and I felt a lot of emotion when I looked at it again.

This is not because there is no longer any horror in the Hungry Ghost Tomb, but because I have experienced so much over the years that I now think that these guys in the Hungry Ghost Tomb are really not scary.

My whole body was tied up tightly, so it wasn’t very convenient to walk. The people behind me were pushing and shoving, and my steps were a bit chaotic. This did not affect my mood of “missing” at all. It was like walking through the former worm room. Now there are no strange jars, no cultivated hungry ghost worms, and no so-called roadblock ghosts at the corner.

My master, who was walking next to me, naturally knew what I was thinking, but he just smiled. After all, didn’t he have his own memories in this hungry ghost tomb?

The feeling of the rope cutting into the flesh was not pleasant. After walking for about 20 minutes in this huge hungry ghost tomb, which was like a maze, and when my arms began to feel numb, the people leading us finally stopped.

This is a relatively large hall in the hungry ghost tomb, and the torches burning make it seem brightly lit.

But the air underground is not as good as the air above ground. I don’t understand why these “big shots” in the organization, including the Holy King, like to stay in such a place.

My master, my father and I were pushed into the room… As soon as we entered, we saw that the hall of the tomb was covered with a thick carpet and there were a few pieces of furniture arranged in a decent manner.

I really don’t understand what these people’s hobbies are. Not only do they live here, but they also enjoy it? It’s not easy to enter the village in secret, and it’s so laborious to decorate the Hungry Ghost Tomb like this? What if they only stay for a day?

Or, when someone loses something, they must resort to some kind of material luxury to fill themselves up.

I guess so… While these people looked at us coldly, I was also looking at them. Except for the one sitting in the middle, everyone else was wrapped up just like the leader on the ground. The one in the middle looked familiar to me. Looking at his familiar finger-building movements, I suddenly remembered that he was one of Wu Tian’s ten-day followers.

The middle-aged man with the unusual hands! I didn’t expect the net to be so serious this time. Wu Tian, who loves to protect his subordinates, actually sent this person to do the job.

“Oh, we meet again.” The man was lazily fixing his nails with a poking knife, raising his eyebrows, raising his eyes, and looking at the three of us, not really paying attention.

The master didn’t say anything, just looking around, but I said, “Yes, I didn’t expect you to come, I’m honored.”

“Huh, do you think that pretending to be relaxed is really cool?” The middle-aged man’s tone was very light at first, but it suddenly became stern, he put away the knife, and suddenly looked at me.

This glance was not a normal glance, but a special spiritual power. I was unprepared and let out a groan. Compared to these top followers of Wu Tian, I was still considered “green,” so this reaction was normal.

But it was just a groan, and my head was a little dizzy, but it recovered in a while… it didn’t cause any harm to me.

“Kill, bring it to me to do what?” The middle-aged man lazily lowered his head again and began to repair his fingernails, not caring about us at all, and too lazy to explain why he was the one to go.

“Kill? Are you sure you can make this decision?” The master looked at the middle-aged man with a smile, but he didn’t give any reasons. He just looked confident, which made people even more suspicious.

“Why not?” The middle-aged man’s eyes were filled with anger.

The master looked up at the ceiling of the tomb with a very indifferent expression, then said calmly, “You are naturally in a very high position. Yes, you are the Holy King, right? But the Holy King is not the Holy Ancestor. If I were you, I would definitely ask Yang Sheng and Wu Tian for their opinions… don’t you think so?”

“Yes, you must have a way to contact them.” The master added a sentence.

Hearing the master say this, the middle-aged man’s face suddenly sank, looking like the sky before a storm. I kept moving my wrists. If he really wanted to kill us, I would definitely not sit back and wait for death.

I don’t know what kind of fighting power those people in the tightly wrapped packages have, but to capture the thief, you must first capture the king. I am weighing the fighting power of the middle-aged man and how much of a chance we have if my master and I fight. Although we are tied up, using some secret techniques is obviously not a problem.

To be honest, at the bottom of the tomb, there are no excessive concerns, and we can fight recklessly… To some extent, in an unprotected situation, guns pose a greater threat to us. However, on the other hand, guns are used by people, and cultivators have many ways to deal with gunmen when they are prepared. Sometimes guns are useless to us.

I was thinking about something messy, actually relieving my inner tension. The silence of the middle-aged man was like a suppressed volcano, making people uneasy. If it hadn’t come to that point, who would choose to fight to the death? Moreover, the situation was not favorable to us.

The middle-aged man didn’t speak, and the others didn’t dare to speak. It seemed that they were afraid of him. In this silence, I didn’t know if it was three or five minutes. I felt numbness in my feet (because of poor blood circulation). The middle-aged man stopped tapping the armrest of the chair with his fingers, his gloomy face became slightly calmer, and then he stood up with a loud noise.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn. I knew that the next moment would be the moment to announce a choice. Sure enough, he said, “Keep an eye on them. I’ll make a decision when I come back.”

After that, he walked out of the hall, turned a corner, and disappeared… I quietly breathed a sigh of relief, because I knew that I had won the bet with my master. This middle-aged man must be trying to contact Yang Sheng or Wu Tian, and in my heart, for some reason, I was very sure that Yang Sheng or Wu Tian would definitely negotiate with me and my master.

My master was also very sure of this.

Tired of standing, Master simply sat down on the ground and told me and my father to sit down as well. For these three of us to do so, the several black-clad men who were tightly wrapped in their clothes only glanced at us, without making any extra movements. They only slightly adjusted their positions, but in any case, they surrounded us from all sides.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it was probably another hour or so when the middle-aged man returned and said to the others, “Take them up. The Holy Ancestor wants to speak to them.”

Once again, my master was right. We were once again shoved and jostled out of the Hungry Ghost Tomb… Because I couldn’t guess what my master was going to do or how he was going to break the situation, I simply didn’t want to think about such complicated issues. Instead, I was thinking about why these people had to stay in the dark underground. What was the reason?

Unfortunately, I found that this question was also very “complicated,” and I couldn’t figure out the reason for it.

I only have a vague guess from the way they are so tightly wrapped up. This guess has something to do with Yang Sheng, but I’m not too sure. I always feel that if it has come to this point, it is a bit too unbelievable! But my heart is heavy. I think of the warehouse, the warehouse where I once fought, which was finally destroyed by fire… I guess these people have been “reformed” by Yang Sheng.

This conjecture made my mood somewhat gloomy. I didn’t realize it until I walked out of the Hungry Ghost Tomb. It was only when the cool night breeze blew in my face that my brain reacted and we were brought out.

“Chengyi, your mother and the others…”? My father, who had been holding back, finally couldn’t help but ask me in a very low voice. I could see that his face was a little pale. He had been tied up tightly for two hours, and as an elderly man, he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Don’t worry, I know what to do about your mother,” I comforted my father, but the anger that welled up in my heart made me yell, “Wait a minute.”

The middle-aged man turned around, looked at me with an impatient, suppressed anger in his eyes, but I went up to him without hesitation and said loudly, “Untie my father.”

“Why? What are you going to use to convince me?” The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and looked at me somewhat flirtatiously.

“Chengyi, forget it. I can still hold on,” my father said, trying to persuade me.

But I was not going to back down. How could I allow my parents to suffer like this? I laughed and said, “I have no reason to. You’re just laughing at how good you are. You even tie up an ordinary person like this to make yourself look more like a coward.”

“Haha, well said!” Master suddenly praised loudly.

The middle-aged man suddenly became angry. He came over and suddenly pinched me in the air. I suddenly felt a sharp pain from my soul, and then I bent over.