Pirated Immortals in the World of Spirit Weapons

Chapter 69 The Gatekeeper Who Ate the Bewitching Demonic Sound

"What the hell are you guys?"

Zhu Que looked at the twelve little ghosts with a puzzled expression.

Upon hearing this, the little ghosts were all stunned for a moment. They looked at each other, their expressions somewhat bewildered.

"We...we are ghosts."

They seemed to have completely misunderstood what Zhu Que meant.

Zhu Que paused, then changed his question: "What were you before you died? And how did you become ghosts?"

"..."

The little ghosts fell into confusion and silence again.

The half-human, half-monkey ghost spoke up, "Actually, we don't know either. It seems we've all forgotten..."

"We only remember one thing: they told us to stay here and not leave."

"Who are they?" Zhu Que pressed.

"The two of them."

The half-human, half-monkey ghost pointed to the dark cave entrance.

"Are there still people in there?"

Zhu Que immediately became alert.

"Yes, but they're already dead."

The half-human, half-monkey ghost nodded.

Zhu Que approached the cave entrance and cautiously peered inside.

The cave is smaller than the outside, but still quite spacious. It is dimly lit, and two corpses can be seen inside.

The clothes were tattered and the skeleton was scattered, indicating that the person had been dead for many years.

"He is indeed dead."

Zhu Que had some doubts in his heart.

Why didn't these two become ghosts?

Then.

Zhu Que cautiously stepped into the cave, looked around, and realized that this was not an ordinary hidden entrance.

This appears to be a laboratory; rusted metal supports are embedded in the rock walls, and many instruments are scattered on the ground.

At one end of the rock wall, rows of iron cages were arranged.

The cages varied in size, most of the iron bars were twisted and deformed, and many animal skeletons remained.

The skeletons were of various shapes and many showed obvious signs of being pieced together and modified.

"That is?"

Zhu Que suddenly paused, his gaze pausing.

He saw strange patterns and obscure incantations carved on the rock face, but he didn't know what they were for.

"Were you... perhaps experimental subjects here before you died?"

Zhu Que looked at the twelve little ghosts.

The little ghosts were taken aback by what he said, not understanding what he meant.

The half-human, half-monkey ghost said blankly, "I don't know, we really don't remember anything."

"How long have you been here?"

"I don't know, we've always been here."

Were you all there when I moved in?

"Yes, that's right."

"Then why didn't you come out in the first place?"

Upon hearing this, the half-human, half-monkey ghost's voice lowered considerably: "We're afraid you're a bad person."

"Then why did you come out again just now?" Zhu Que asked with a smile.

"Sorry, some of us are hungry and want to eat something..." the half-human, half-monkey ghost said weakly.

"Do you want to eat something else?"

"Yes, you'll get hungry if you don't eat, so of course you need to eat."

"What did you eat before I moved in?"

"We eat that black gas; it fills our stomachs."

"Black mist?"

Zhu Que was slightly taken aback, but then he understood what the black energy was.

A menacing aura!

In that case, the evil energy array at the entrance of the cave was also set up by these two people who had already turned into skeletons.

"Now that the evil energy is gone, haven't you been starving for days?"

Looking at the group of timid little ghosts huddled together, Zhu Que asked curiously.

"No, those sounds outside are delicious too, much better than that black mist!" said the half-human, half-monkey ghost.

"Sound? Tastes good?"

Zhu Que was somewhat confused.

Putting these two words together left him a little confused. What kind of sound could be "eaten"?

and many more!

The sound of something being eaten...

Could this little ghost be speaking... a bewitching, demonic chant?!

The pirated Time Rift has a side effect: "When used, the bewitching demonic sound will be leaked."

Because he was cultivating alone in the cave with no one else around, he hadn't paid attention to this side effect.

"So, what they're eating isn't ordinary sound at all, but rather those leaked, seductive, demonic sounds."

Zhu Que suddenly realized what was going on.

"Actually, we've already eaten a lot today..."

As the half-human, half-monkey ghost spoke, it reached out and grabbed the half-human, half-rabbit ghost.

"It's this little glutton who ate so much and kept saying she was hungry, accidentally disturbing you..."

"I'm so sorry!"

He bowed to Zhu Que, then patted the little human-rabbit ghost's head.

"Apologize to them right now!"

"I'm...I'm sorry..."

The half-human, half-rabbit ghost timidly lowered its head, its rabbit ears drooping.

Be sincere! Speak louder!

"I'm...I'm sorry!!"

The half-human, half-rabbit ghost suddenly bowed low.

Zhu Que was amused by the scene.

These little ghosts, who feed on malevolent energy and bewitching sounds, are not only not ferocious, but also exude a kind of docile cuteness.

"Come out with me."

Zhu Que retreated back into the cave outside, pointed to the open space, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Line up."

"Quickly, quickly, stand still!"

The half-human, half-monkey ghost immediately called out to the group of other ghosts.

The twelve little ghosts were immediately thrown into a flurry of activity, flitting about, and finally managed to stand in a row.

But the formation was crooked and distorted.

Zhu Que, with his hands behind his back, asked, "Tell me, what are you all good at?"

"..."

The little ghosts looked at each other, unsure how to answer.

Just then, the little ghost, half-human and half-rabbit, raised its hand.

"I'm good at singing, is that okay?"

"Okay, next." Zhu Que nodded slightly.

"I'm good at storytelling!"

"I can breakdance!"

"I can draw..."

"..."

Once someone started talking, the other little ghosts chimed in with their own opinions.

"All your special skills... are useless."

Zhu Que muttered something to himself, his gaze sweeping over their youthful faces, and asked, "Do you want to live?"

"think!"

The little ghosts said in unison.

"I can spare your lives, or I can let you stay here and enjoy those delicious foods every day."

Zhu Que, with his hands behind his back, looked at the children's joyful smiles and changed the subject:

"But you can't just stay here for nothing. Don't you know how to guard the gate?"

"Guard the gate?"

The little ghosts looked at each other, completely bewildered.

"Being a gatekeeper is very simple."

Zhu Que pointed to the cave entrance and explained, "It means that anyone who wants this cave besides me should be kicked out."

"Okay, okay, then we'll guard the door!" the little ghosts said one after another.

"Let me show you exactly how to do it."

Zhu Que said seriously, "Imagine a stranger coming to the door now, wanting to push it open and come in."

"You should warn him first—this is private property, and entry is prohibited."

"If he doesn't listen to advice and insists on barging in, then attack him."

"Big brother, does attacking mean fighting?"

The largest, half-human, half-bull ghost raised its hand and asked.

"That's right, are you good at fighting?"

"Yes, I'm good at it!"

Zhu Que pointed to a huge rock not far away, "Then you demonstrate, treat that rock as the enemy."

"OK!"

The half-human, half-bull ghost ran to the center of the open space, took a deep breath, and charged suddenly toward the large rock.

Zhu Que clearly saw—

The moment he accelerated, a violent and eerie aura suddenly appeared in the little ghost's soul.

"Bang!!"

With a dull thud, the boulder was smashed open, cracking and sending debris flying.

"Is this okay?"

The half-human, half-bull ghost scratched its head.

"Absolutely!"

This has exceeded Zhu Que's expectations.

He certainly underestimated these little ghosts.

Although they are very timid and cowardly, they have existed here for so many years and have become a stable force of yin energy.

Even without understanding cultivation, one's soul body alone is not weak.

Moreover, there are twelve of them. If they were to swarm forward and charge recklessly, they would be a force not to be underestimated.

With this group of "gatekeepers" guarding the entrance, he could leave the cave with peace of mind.

"Very good. I need to leave for a bit. You all stay here and guard the door carefully, understand?"

"I understand!"

The twelve little ghosts responded in unison.

Afterwards, Zhu Que quickly packed his things and left the cave with dozens of filth-storing rings.

In recent days, he has consumed a large number of damaged artifacts in order to replicate magical artifacts.

Although there is a large stock of waste storage rings, a significant portion of the damaged pieces are temporarily unusable.

However, some damaged artifacts, such as gold and jade artifacts, have suffered significant losses.

He needed to take some time to study those three hundred-plus first-tier spiritual artifacts, so he had to go back to the junkyard to replenish some of the damaged artifacts.

but.

After leaving the cave, Zhu Que did not go far immediately, but listened to the sounds inside the cave for a while.

"I'm hungry, I really want to hear that sound..."

"That older brother was so handsome!"

"Ah, I'm so sleepy... I want to go to sleep."

"Hmm... I'm a little hungry again..."

"..."

Listening to the intermittent, harmless conversation inside the cave, Zhu Que returned to Jinfeng Town with peace of mind.