Master of Strange Dao

If it were a normal situation, he definitely couldn't have handed over that Devil Thought, and the result would surely have been death.

Now, however, he had survived, the two dangers had been resolved, and everything else was no big deal.

Even if the Tomb Ghost spat in his face now, he would still smile and ask, "Brother, are you satisfied with spitting? Not satisfied? Continue."

The Tomb Ghost didn't pay much attention to him, reclaimed everything, and felt uncomfortable staying outside. Every moment was torture, so he cursed while flying away rapidly.

"You don't need to translate, I roughly understand." No.4 decisively stopped the Hungry Ghost's well-intentioned translation.

"Alright, if you need anything next time, remember to come find me here, trustworthy business." The Hungry Ghost waved goodbye, in a great mood, easily obtaining a drop of undiluted Sweet Rain Original Liquid.

After swallowing it, the Hungry Ghost scratched his head, sniffed, and then immediately rushed to the cliff, grabbed another Hungry Ghost still digesting, pried its mouth open, and sniffed for quite a while.

After sniffing dozens of them, he suddenly laughed loudly and quickly climbed out of the Abyssal Rift along the cliff.

Taking advantage of the night, he reached Almsgiving Town and, following the scent, arrived at the back door of the Health Club, knocking gently.

From the well, a Hungry Ghost climbed out, expertly put on a set of clothes, and even donned a hood, approaching the back door.

"Who is it? My master is not here, if you have something I can pass it along."

"Don't pretend, I'm also a Hungry Ghost, I have business with Miss Cece." The Deceitful Ghost outside responded moodily.

"Miss Cece is not here, what do you have to say, I can relay it."

"There's a fool with a strand of Devil Thought, the scent is particularly similar to those we encountered last time."

"Alright, I will convey it to Miss Cece."

"My name is... What was my name again, I forgot, just remember to say it was my discovery."

"I understand, I'm not going to steal credit from you, am I?"

The Deceitful Ghost didn't speak, leaving somewhat silently, trying to think of his name but couldn't recall.

The Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost didn't bother with that, knowing that doing his job well was the most important, and would not open the door for anyone until the master returned.

A few days later, Wu Shuangge and Cece came to the store to collect the filth bucket. The Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost relayed the matter to Cece without taking credit.

To ensure accuracy, Cece personally sought out the Deceitful Ghost to confirm.

Meanwhile, when Yu Ziqing was about to set out with Yang, Cece brought back this news.

"What does No.4 want?"

Yu Ziqing was a bit puzzled, was he always one step ahead in starting trouble?

He had visited the Silver Lake Forbidden Land before, estimating he fled by the time he reached Yuan Magnetic Mountain.

The Grotto Heaven he claimed to discover was probably to suppress a part of Old Emperor Zhen.

Other cultivators saw those Devil Thoughts as no different, Dead Devil, Crazy Devil, Heavenly Demon, they were all similar.

But to Hungry Ghosts, the scent differences were vast, not to mention the flavor; even the smell was different.

Even if it wasn't some part of Old Emperor Zhen being sealed and suppressed where No.4 went, it was directly related to that Heavenly Devil Freedom Heaven.

Only when sharing the same root and origin could Devil Thoughts have such similar scents.

He planned to finish at Silver Lake Forbidden Land and turn back to ask No.4... Forget it, no need to turn back, with his self-destructive nature, he might get beaten to death any day.

He entered the Seventh Floor ring and contacted No.4.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, even better than before."

"I want to ask, when you went to that Grotto Heaven, where was it, how did you get in?"

"Uh, why do you want to know? That Tomb Ghost is stubborn, nevermind, I won't ask, it's probably southeast of Dali, near a place local people call Granny Mountain in Qingzhou, not far from Siqu City, north of Granny Mountain, facing a bend in the river, beneath the river about ten feet deep is the entrance."

"Did you encounter any danger inside? Or anything unusual?"

"No, it was precisely because there was no danger that I let my guard down and was chased by that Tomb Ghost."

"Okay, thanks, nothing else."

Yu Ziqing stood up to leave, but No.4 quickly stopped him.

"Wait, I was just looking for you, can you trade me some more drops of Sweet Rain Original Liquid?"

"What do you still need it for? Aren't you better?"

"Ahem, yes, I'm better, but it's just that this thing is useful, I keep some for self-defense. After all, you know, the places I often go to might have hidden dangers, things visible are manageable, but Devil Thoughts can possess me without realizing it, too dangerous."

This time, No.4 was genuinely frightened. After returning, he caught up with recent events and increasingly felt that having Sweet Rain was essential.

He even speculated that No.7 was probably from Jinlan Mountain.

Only people from Jinlan Mountain could have Sweet Rain Original Liquid; others wouldn't part with it.

"No stock left, might be available in a couple of months."

This month's quota for sale had already been exhausted.

"Alright, remember to save me a few drops."

"Okay."

After coming out of the Seventh Floor, he gave Yang a heads up.

He temporarily set the matter aside, planning to revisit it later.