Chapter 571: Inside Tragic Death City (2)
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When the vermilion door opened, the surrounding souls immediately ran into it crazily as if they had been summoned.
With the speed of mortals walking, they might have been walking here for months or even years.
Their feet had long been worn out, and every step was a huge pain. Now that a door suddenly opened nearby, it was enough to make them go crazy. They rolled and crawled, wanting to squeeze in.
“Brother Qiu Shui, let’s go in too.”
Through the opened door, one could see a wide alley behind the city wall.
The large number of unfamiliar faces that suddenly surged in seemed to have attracted the attention of some people.
There was no city gate here, but there was suddenly a city gate and so many people surged in.
This made the residents who had originally lived here feel at a loss.
At this moment, Jiang Li and the other two walked in.
A thin stream of spiritual qi blocked their surroundings, pushing away the people who wanted to enter the city.
Then, the vermilion door slowly changed, locking away the large number of souls that had yet to enter.
Without the temptation of the city gate, the dead who did not have the time to enter could only drag their feet and continue on their way.
After the souls that could only walk in confusion outside the city entered the city, they seemed to have recovered some rationality.
All of them lay on the ground, hugging their feet weakly. They did not know what rest was.
After they recovered their stamina, they would find an empty house nearby to stay in and wait until their lifespan ended.
“There seem to be words written everywhere nearby.”
Jiang Li and the other two walked past the people lying on the ground and quickly discovered the abnormality.
Words. Words were everywhere.
Every tile, every wall, and even every tile on the roof was densely engraved with some words in different handwriting.
Of course, these words were not powerful cultivation methods or legendary things like merit runes.
These words were very ordinary.
“My name is Zhu Zhongqi. I’m from Wu Mountain in Yuezhou. I have a wife and three children at home. I have a two-bedroom house and half an acre of farmland. I’ve been following my father since I was young. After I was 35 years old, I saved up a sum of silver and bought a job in the Wu County Government…”
“My name is Li Shazhu. I’m…”
These words were all the experiences of the local residents of Tragic Death City when they were alive. They recorded all kinds of trivial matters.
Many people were not very cultured. Many of the higher-ups were still full of crosses and typos.
Sure enough, every place had its own tradition.
Jiang Li casually took two steps and noticed that there were a few residents of Tragic Death City not far away. They were holding some shattered tiles and lying on the ground looking for empty spaces to carve words.
“Brother, what are you doing?”
Jiang Li could not figure out why they did this. He went forward and found a resident dressed as a scholar to ask.
The scholar originally intended to ignore Jiang Li, but the power of a dream fluctuated slightly. The scholar’s eyes were dazed for a moment, and he immediately stood up to look at Jiang Li.
“Are you new here? Quickly leave your names here with us!”
“Those soldiers are about to arrive. It’ll be too late if we delay!”
The scholar’s expression was flustered and desperate, as if he would die soon.
“Soldiers?”
Jiang Li recalled the mortal war he saw when he first arrived at this Netherworld fragment.
It seemed that the soldiers this scholar mentioned were related to them?
“That’s right. The twenty streets around here are all General Cheng’s… no, General Li’s… no, the general changed too quickly… in short, it’s a general’s territory.”
“They’re coming today to capture strong men and recruit them into the army. When the time comes, we’ll all be killed.”
“Don’t think that we won’t die here. Every time we are killed, we will forget many things. If we are killed too many times, we will forget everything. We will even forget our names, wives, and children!”
“Therefore, I advise you to remember everything while you can!”
After saying that, the scholar bent down again and continued to record his past. He had a few poems that he wanted to pass down no matter what.
So that was the case. This scholar’s words resolved Jiang Li’s doubts.
In Tragic Death City, those who had yet to die would not die even if they were killed. Their souls would be retrieved by the city and they would revive after a period of time.
However, every time they died, they would lose a portion of their memories.
This memory lasted for at least ten years, or at most 30 to 50 years.
It might be fine if it was a powerful cultivator who had lived for hundreds of years.
However, if they were mortals, as long as they died twice, their souls would become the same as the soldiers they had seen before.
There was nothing in his mind. They were like puppets, following orders.
This situation was not a big deal, but the problem was that some people’s endless desire for power could not even stop after death.
Many years ago, there were mortals who ruled this Tragic Death City.
First, they used various methods to threaten others to join them. They formed groups of three to five and gathered together.
Then, the faction grew stronger like a snowball until it met another group who did the same thing.
The battle between the two sides began. Since there was a war, it was natural to forcefully capture strong men to join the army.
With the population density in Tragic Death City, it was probably not rare to see a battlefield with a million people.
As he spoke, there was indeed the sound of weapons colliding outside.
A group of soldiers in simple equipment held shiny steel sabers in their hands as they rushed into the streets and alleys. They pulled those unlucky people who were carving their lives on the ground out fiercely.
After pulling these strong men back and changing them into weapons and armor, they could leave the city to fight.
At this moment, a few soldiers also discovered the new residents who had surged in through the door and Jiang Li and Qiu Shui who were standing leisurely in the middle of the alley.
The soldier’s eyes lit up. He walked over with his saber and spat out all kinds of obscenities. He simply did not know how to spell the word death.
These ignorant mortals were often very annoying!
Jiang Li could have casually slapped them to death.
However, these guys who occupied this place all year round would more or less have a little understanding of this city.
With a snap of his fingers, the dream realm spread out. All the residents and soldiers in the vicinity fell to the ground with their heads tilted.
Pulling the dead mortal into the dream was too simple for him.
“There seems to be a leader here.”
Jiang Li walked to the street outside and discovered a fellow sleeping soundly on a tall horse.
His figure instantly appeared on the horse’s back. He raised his hand and pressed a colorful dream spider on the mortal general’s face.
To be able to receive such treatment was definitely the glory of this mortal.
Soon, memories were dug out from the dream.
As expected, only the outer city could make mortals fight for supremacy like this.
In this Tragic Death City, there was an inner city filled with Soul Formation cultivators and Earth Immortals.
If he could find those seniors of the Great Mountain Region, they might be able to provide him with some help.
…
On the other side, in Tragic Death City’s Doll Street.
A woman with a huge red mark on her face crawled around the children like a beggar.
She kept muttering, “My child, my child.”
She picked up another boy who looked like he had just been born and brought him to her face to identify him.
When the boy saw such a huge mark approaching, he was so frightened that he cried. In his fear, he suddenly peed.
Because it was so close, it poured directly on the woman’s face.
After the child peed on her face, the woman’s lifeless eyes suddenly recovered some clarity.
She forcefully held on to that trace of clarity and quickly searched for a Yin qi crystal on her body. Inside was a wisp of pale white flames without any temperature.
