Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Inside Rainfall Pavilion.
After hearing Bai Zhi's words, the ghostly girl fell silent for some time.
Just when Bai Zhi was beginning to suspect that the girl was planning to keep his hundred Hell Dollars for herself, she sighed and waved her arm. As her long sleeves rippled through the air, the money magically appeared in Bai Zhi's hands.
"Dear guest, 'tis my sincere hope that thou surviveth to the end of this selection."
Bai Zhi stared at her, waiting for her to continue, but having delivered that enigmatic line, the ghostly girl fell completely silent, lowering her head and turned her attention back to her zither.
Realizing that she had no more to say, Bai Zhi narrowed his eyes at her, then turned to leave.
Thus far, he had experienced four different shops, and had found each shopkeeper to differ wildly, not only in personality, but in their form as well—paper dolls, clowns, ragdolls and ghostly spirits... What could possibly be next?
Even though he had successfully collected enough cash to buy a bus ticket out of there, Bai Zhi was no closer to understanding why this strange village at the entrance to the Underworld even existed at all. The shopkeepers had given him no useful information in this regard, and the bus driver's cryptic words were of little help. One thing was clear—he was not the first to arrive at this place.
She said it was a "selection"... If this is part of an elaborate process of picking a candidate of some sort, then...
Bai Zhi mulled over the ghostly shopkeeper's last words as he exited her otherworldly bamboo grove. As he stepped out onto the main street, Bai Zhi saw Lin He leaving the first shop on the opposite row, but the young man looked to be in bad shape. Half his body was covered in fresh blood as he stumbled unsteadily out. As soon as he made it out the door, Lin He's knees buckled and he sat down suddenly on the ground.
Bai Zhi glanced at the last shop on his row, but after a moment's thought, he stepped determinedly toward Lin He—after all, he had collected enough for the bus fare,
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*Also known as magua (马褂), a style of jacket worn by males during the Qing dynasty.
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