A Top Scholar in Everything-Chapter 890 - 876: Copper Coins

When everyone heard this voice, they couldn't control themselves; their hands trembled uncontrollably and moved towards the table. The owner wanted to force them all to eat it, and this thing was even more disgusting than Oreos.

However, the owner's voice seemed to have a magical quality.

It made people's arms uncontrollable, constantly moving towards the bowl of dumplings. At this moment, Baiyu had to come up with a solution. Who knows what would happen after eating this thing, perhaps they could drop dead instantly.

Determined, Baiyu summoned the Black Moon Power within himself, which instantly scattered the sinister aura emanating from the dumpling bowl. This power from the deity, although weak, possessed an unyielding nature.

After breaking free from the restrictions on his body, Baiyu did not act immediately. He looked around and found that most people were helpless; they could only watch as their heads got closer to the dumpling bowl, their bodies trembling in fear.

"Eat, eat, this is something I have meticulously prepared for you. Once you eat it, you can stay here forever. After you eat, I'll eat you..."

The chubby owner of the dumpling shop licked his lips to prevent saliva from flowing. His eyes looked at these people like a hungry wolf seeing fresh flesh and blood.

And at this moment.

Baiyu felt the timing was right; letting these people eat it could lead to unforeseen complications. He bent his legs, springing up like a coil, and in an instant, leaped into the air. The Great Guan Blade in his hands, carrying powerful Blood Qi, slashed fiercely towards the chubby owner.

"Die!"

Baiyu's face showed a vicious expression as he slashed. The chubby owner showed a clear sign of surprise, but quickly covered it up, replacing it with an even more vicious expression. Suddenly, his body expanded, covered with densely packed heads.

These heads were either groaning in pain or filled with hatred and resentment.

The chubby owner transformed into a giant patchwork monster, opening a monstrous maw that emitted a stench, preparing to bite Baiyu.

Crack!

The Great Guan Blade dragged a long tail of flames, instantly landing on the owner's mouth. Despite being flesh and blood, the owner resisted Baiyu's fierce blow, and along the blade, an extremely chilling sinister aura started to spread, drilling into Baiyu's hands, attempting to invade his body.

Having long been wary of these ghostly tricks, Baiyu sensed the sinister aura attacking, and the Black Moon Power within twisted again, wiping out the sinister aura completely. Then he took two steps forward, smashing the blade down like a meteor.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Blade followed by blade, the two fought from the storefront to inside the shop, and then outside. Baiyu violently dismantled the entire dumpling shop. Everything, from tables and chairs to other facilities, was shattered under the blade's light.

The chubby owner grew more and more frightened as they fought, his eyes filled with horror, the fat on his cheeks trembling, sweat pouring like rain.

However, under Baiyu's fierce attack, he couldn't hold his ground at all.

Crack!

With the final sound of the blade, the chubby owner's head was severed, falling to the ground. His massive body crumbled, scattering into countless bone fragments, like a giant broken statue. The people previously restricted by the dumpling bowl finally returned to normal after the owner was slain.

The crowd caught their breath in fear.

The feeling of being controlled just now made it impossible for them to resist, giving them a sense of powerlessness, as if they were fish meat on a chopping board. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Damn, this ghost place, this ghost place is a dead city!"

"This is no Blessed Land; it's Hell. Those things, they aren't living people."

Several people pointed outside.

Among the street vendors doing business, most were ghosts like the owner, selling extremely disgusting goods, most related to human bodies.

Even the most ruthless organ traders would be terrified and sleepless at the sight.

Yet these traders seemed oblivious, smiling as if discussing the price of pork or beef by the pound.

The crowd felt their hearts grow cold.

"It truly is a Ghost City. The chilling aura seems to greatly suppress Martial Artists—no, it should be a mutual suppression."

Baiyu mused.

The blood qi of Martial Artists was inherently yang and vigorous, whereas the chilling aura cold and extreme, like lava against solid ice, incompatible.

But most Martial Artists' blood qi was not as potent as the sinister aura of the owner, thus in such a confrontation, they would be suppressed. However, Baiyu had the Black Moon Power, which was like a dimension reduction strike against the sinister aura.

After dealing with the owner, suddenly a copper coin fell, rolling to Baiyu's feet.

Baiyu picked up the copper coin.

On the front of the coin were the words "Heaven and Earth Treasure," while the back was smooth without any marks. The inscription was undoubtedly in traditional characters.

Baiyu didn't know the coin's purpose but decided to keep it, hoping to find use for it later.

After dealing with this shop that hadn't undergone food safety checks and killing the evil owner, Baiyu continued into the depths of the city. The atmosphere of the entire city was strange, with living people as well as ghostly apparitions.

But the majority were evil ghosts like the owner.

However, if not provoked, those evil ghosts wouldn't proactively seek trouble; one could even chat and converse with them. It was like a normal human society where people did what they were supposed to do.

Soon, Baiyu arrived in front of a temple.

He didn't expect to find a temple in such a place; recalling the sinister experience at Immortal Peak Temple, Baiyu had to remain vigilant.

"Patron, seeking a fortune slip? One copper coin per draw."

At this moment.

A middle-aged monk, holding a slip tube, stood beside Baiyu. Baiyu could easily recognize the monk was not alive. But the monk seemed aware of this, smiling: "We offer fortune slips not only for the dead but for the living too."

"The dead seek fortune slips?"

Baiyu smiled at him.

"Of course, look at the people in this city, who among them isn't fantasizing about escaping one day? Our slips are the most effective within a dozen miles, patronized daily. Young brother, this city isn't peaceful, especially someone like you, tender and smooth-skinned, easily captured by those fierce evil ghosts as a snack.

Our slips can protect you in crucial moments, turning misfortune into fortune."

The monk set down the slip tube and made a gesture of selling.