Chapter 92 The Opening of the Gates of Hell

Ye Yang and the snack stall owner slapped the table at the same time, "You haven't finished your noodles!"

Xiao Ying quickly lowered her head and buried her face in the bowl.

The owner reached out and wiped his face, and sure enough, he had turned into Qing Ming: "How did you know it was me?"

Ye Yang said in a deep voice, "Fan Fang restored North Water Town, but I don't believe he would restore the people from back then as well."

"At least, since I entered the town, I haven't felt the presence of any ghosts."

Qing Ming wagged a finger and said, "That's because it's not time yet. When the gates of hell open wide, this place will become a mixture of humans and ghosts."

"Master set you this test only to see if Liangjie Tang (Two Worlds Hall) is worth serving, not to take your lives."

"Actually, I've been near you since you set off."

"Master realized that Hua Lianqing's mission had undergone a sudden change, exceeding his initial estimates, so he sent me out to provide you with information."

Qing Ming fiddled with a large coin in his hand and said, "What I can tell you is that you have passed Master's first test."

Qing Ming knocked on the table in front of him and said, "Here, you gave me enough respect. That's the basis for a Hyacinth and a Warlock to cooperate."

"If you can survive this mission, let's talk about the others!"

Ye Yang cupped his fist slightly: "Farewell!"

Just as Ye Yang was about to get up, he heard the sound of chopsticks falling on the table. When he turned his head, his eyes widened instantly: "You...you ate all the noodles?"

Xiao Ying stuck out her tongue: "Should I have left you some?"

Ye Yang quickly shook his head: "I'm just afraid you'll be too full."

"It's okay, just eighty percent full!" Xiao Ying said as she ate the skewers she hadn't finished earlier: "I need to be full to fight!"

Qing Ming chuckled: "That makes sense!"

Ye Yang stood up expressionlessly and walked out of the alley with Xiao Ying. A watchman walked past the street entrance with a clapper in his hand, striking it three times.

Three strikes, the hour of Zi (11 PM - 1 AM), the gates of hell open.

In the small town's night market, a large number of people in ancient costumes and strange behavior had appeared. The tourists in Water Town were completely unaware, and some were even pulling those people to take photos with them.

Perhaps, tonight they wouldn't see the strangeness in the photos, but after dawn, when the yin and yang energies of heaven and earth exchanged, anomalies would appear in the photos on their phones.

Perhaps, they would never find the person who took a photo with them;

Perhaps, they would see their own dying appearance in the photo.

Modern warlocks will tell you not to take photos with strangers at night.

After Ye Yang took a few steps forward, he suddenly heard the sound of bells shaking behind him. When he turned his head, he saw the two bells tied to Xiao Ying's wrist vibrating violently.

Xiao Ying anxiously pressed the bells with her hand, but the clappers vibrated wildly, unable to stop.

Xiao Ying was about to untie the bells, but Ye Yang gently held her wrist: "Don't move, what's coming has already come."

The bells on Xiao Ying's wrist could warn of danger and also slay ghosts. Before entering the town, in order to avoid alarming anyone, she had sealed the incantations on the bells, using them only as decorations.

The bells suddenly rang loudly because the yin energy nearby had reached a certain level, "awakening" Xiao Ying's magical artifact.

Ye Yang pressed Xiao Ying's shoulder with one hand, but his gaze fell on the tea stall in the distance through the crowd.

The woman in black sitting there was holding a teacup and giving Ye Yang a slight nod. The cinnabar mole under her left eye was clearly visible.

Hua Lianqing!

As Ye Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, the crowd on the street all turned around and looked at Ye Yang and Xiao Ying with cold smiles.

For a moment, the entire street was filled with a mixture of humans and ghosts. Even Ye Yang's divine eyes could not distinguish whether the people standing in front of him were dead or alive.

Hua Lianqing crossed one leg over the other, gently playing with the teacup, and looked at Ye Yang again.

A black dress in the night wind, and ghosts and monsters gathered under the lights, adding a different kind of charm to Hua Lianqing.

When extreme danger and deadly charm were concentrated on one person, she could be described in six words—"Queen of Ghosts, Empress of Enchantment."

Hua Lianqing looked at Ye Yang with a smile in her eyes and said, "Are you a Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren (Yang Jian Life Borrower)? No, there's another scent on you, a scent that's very familiar to me."

"Perhaps, we are the same kind of people."

"Perhaps, you are even more terrifying than I imagined!"

"You have come to my territory, so I must offer some hospitality. However, whether you can drink my welcome tea depends on whether you can find me!"

Hua Lianqing put down her teacup and stood up, disappearing into the depths of the lantern-lit street with graceful steps.

The people and ghosts on the street surrounded Ye Yang and Xiao Ying at the same time.

Although Xiao Ying pulled out her spear, her arm was trembling: "Ye Yang, what do we do?"

Xiao Ying wasn't afraid of killing people, she was afraid of killing the wrong people.

People in the art weren't afraid of battles in the martial world, but they were afraid of situations where ghosts controlled innocents and forced warlocks to act.

Neither the underworld nor the government would sit idly by while warlocks indiscriminately killed innocents. Even if it was forced self-defense, this debt would be recorded by the underworld.

Ye Yang and Xiao Ying would desperately fight their way out of the long street, but even if they didn't die at Hua Lianqing's hands, their souls would be taken away by the underworld.

But if they didn't kill, how could they escape?