Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 588 598: Underworld Soldiers Passing By

Ye Ling's unexpected visitor was none other than the dozen or so richly dressed young men he had encountered at dusk, that group of idiots who had no clue.

On a narrow mountain path, these fellows walked one by one with their hearts thumping in fear, their faces painted with panic, each holding a dagger that glinted with a cold light.

The "things" they referred to must have been these daggers, and indeed, should they encounter a person, the sharpness of these daggers could easily stab and create a bloody hole.

Cold winds swept by, howling through the woods. After passing through the treetops, there was a kind of eerie scream that made one's hair stand on end.

"Brother Li, let's go back, staying here is really creepy, I'm getting scared."

"That thing, you know, if it doesn't work out, let's go down the mountain and wander somewhere else. Why do I feel like I'm courting death? I don't know if it's just an illusion."

Ye Ling overheard this conversation from behind and immediately laughed. Courting death, well said. Speaking of having a clue, it seemed the idiocy wasn't that severe.

The Southern Border was mysterious, and mystery signified the bizarre. Many things that couldn't be explained by science appeared here as a norm, so it wasn't strange if they did encounter some accidents.

With the recklessness of this group, even if they weren't looking for trouble, trouble would likely find them. Everyone else would be trying to avoid it, but they, on the contrary, were rushing headlong into it.

Suddenly, one of them heard Ye Ling's laughter, scared stiff with a cold sweat breaking out all over his body, immediately jumping up and screaming in terror. His companions were quickly infected by this fear, wildly shouting as well.

Among this group, there were indeed a few brave souls, shining their powerful flashlights directly at Ye Ling with daggers drawn, ready to stab at any moment.

"Who! Who are you, human or ghost?"

The leader of the group, Brother Li, spoke with a trembling voice. So much for being brave—if something truly happened, bravery would do no good.

Ye Ling immediately laughed, "You tell me, shine your flashlight on my body and check if I cast a shadow, and that will settle it."

Brother Li looked at Ye Ling's shadow on the ground and finally took a deep breath, while the others wiped off the layer of sweat that had quickly formed on their foreheads.

"Hey, what are you doing here in the middle of the night, looking like a ghost? You nearly scared me to death."

One of the young men complained with dissatisfaction, but Ye Ling just shrugged, "Same as you guys, here for a thrill. But I advise you to hurry back, this place is not good to stay for long."

Ye Ling's words made sense, as he felt an energy approaching this place.

Upon hearing Ye Ling's suggestion, Brother Li scoffed dismissively, "Cut it out, don't scare people here. I'll have you know, our group of brothers is afraid of nothing."

"Besides, if you are brave enough to come here alone, what should we be scared of? Are you looking down on us?"

Hearing Brother Li say this, Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders. Since they would not heed his advice, he might as well let them continue on their way. He had done his duty, and the rest was their fate.

Ignoring these people, Ye Ling continued walking ahead. Seeing Ye Ling surpass them, the group became anxious. "Hey, we can't let you show us up all by yourself, can we?"

Ye Ling felt the group following him and helplessly shook his head with a wry smile; they were truly a bunch of fearless creatures.

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Behind Ye Ling, these fellows suddenly found their courage, not because of anything specific, but simply because Ye Ling was in front. People are accustomed to being in groups, not traveling alone.

As a group of more than ten people, they could be considered traveling alone since they formed a team, while Ye Ling was another group on his own within the collective.

But it was just when they had walked for less than five minutes that Ye Ling suddenly turned around, a slight smile on his face. His smile was eerie, with a corner of his mouth pulling up in an arc that sent chills down the spine.

"Are you sure you want to keep following?"

Ye Ling's voice was ice-cold, and these words made everyone's heart pound with fear. It was as if the moonlight had suddenly disappeared at this moment, slowly obscured by the clouds in the sky.

"Oh my God! What on earth are you? Are you human or a ghost?"

"Guys, if it doesn't work out, let's just stab him and see if he bleeds. My heart can't take this."

"Ah, this won't do, my blood pressure is a bit high now, it's going up."

Each one of the group was trembling in fear, unsure of what to do, but the leader, Brother Li, was shaking as he said, "I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of anything. I'm filled with righteousness, and even ghosts and gods will keep away!"

Before he had finished speaking, suddenly a gust of cold wind swept past, chilling everyone to the bone, as if blowing straight through their clothes and onto their bones.

A low, mournful howl of wind came, and suddenly, not far ahead, a person slowly walked towards them, his complexion deathly pale, devoid of any color.

What truly terrified everyone beyond measure was that this person was wearing black armor, wielding a long spear, and behind him were hundreds of people dressed in Qing Dynasty attire.

These people, each one expressionless, with no hint of vitality in their eyes, their figures slightly ethereal. Behind these people in Qing Dynasty attire, there were also a dozen or so in armor, all stepping in unison, advancing slowly.

They were completely dumbstruck, this scene had utterly frightened Brother Li and his group beyond measure.

Someone couldn't control the terror in their heart, covered their mouth, and was just about to scream when Ye Ling abruptly turned around, his expression intensely serious.

"If you don't want to die, keep your mouth shut and don't make a sound, otherwise, I can't save you!"

As soon as Ye Ling's words ended, those about to scream involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air, trembling as they controlled their fear-stricken bodies.

Underworld Soldiers passing by!

This sight was one that almost everyone who had read fantasy novels or some historical anecdotes could recognize as a weird and boundless occurrence.

Those in black armor were indeed soldiers from the Yin Realm, and those dressed in Qing Dynasty clothes were probably the lost souls of those who had died during the Qing Dynasty, being led by these Underworld Soldiers back to the Netherworld.

The Underworld Soldiers, pressing on the many lost souls, slowly passed by the group, expressionless, but bringing with them a series of eerie chills that felt like they were endlessly blowing on everyone's bones.

This sight truly matched a line from a song, "The wind blows without direction."

Several people were trembling uncontrollably in their legs, and some even peed themselves, their complexions ghostly pale; even Brother Li had his eyes bulging out, too frightened to utter a word.

"Ah! Help, I can't take this anymore!"

Suddenly, a guy screamed hysterically, clearly on the verge of mental collapse.

Just as the scream left his mouth, the previously expressionless Underworld Soldiers instantly underwent a drastic change, their faces turning gloomy, eyes angry, and their bodies now entwined with boundless black mist.