"Is the blue ghost hand related to the Supre Ghost God?"
Chen Shi bid farewell to A Zhuo and walked towards the cliff.
Could the owner of the ghost hand be the Supre Ghost God?
He felt a twinge of lancholy; had his grandfather really seen him standing on the head of the Supre Ghost God, or had it been an illusion?
If it had actually happened, why had he been standing on the head of the Supre Ghost God?
And who was the Supre Ghost God?
What was his relationship with Chen Shi? Was Chen Shi his prisoner, or his accomplice?
Grandfather had ventured into the underworld seven more tis afterward, all in search of Chen Shi. Could it be that he was actually searching for the Supre Ghost God, hoping to snatch Chen Shi back from the grasp of the Ghost God?
When Grandfather had taken back Chen Shi, why had the Supre Ghost God intermittently squeezed Chen Shi’s heart, sotis nearly crushing him to death?
Chen Shi clutched at his chest; he had died many tis, mostly because the ghost hand stopped his heart.
Although this problem hadn’t recurred in the past year, Chen Shi dared not let his guard down. After all, his heart was in soone else’s grip who could decide when he would die.
"I spent eight years in the underworld, certainly captured by the Supre Ghost God as his prisoner."
Chen Shi said sorrowfully, "I’ve suffered too much... I must properly compensate myself, I can’t suffer anymore, I can’t be sched against again!"
At that mont, Granny Sha’s voice called out, "Little Ten! Little Ten!"
Chen Shi stopped, channeling his True Qi and standing on the lake surface, which dipped into a smooth arc under his feet.
The wooden cart approached from this direction, this ti not utilizing the six arms or tongue, but with four wheels turning in the water, moving smoothly.
Granny Sha and Black Pot were in the cart. Black Pot saw him and beca excited, opening its mouth and sticking out its tongue, wagging its tail vigorously.
"Black Pot, really like a dog," Chen Shi thought to himself.
The wooden cart ca up beside him, and Chen Shi got on. The cart then headed towards the cliff of the southern lake.
Granny Sha inquired about his recent experiences, saying, "You were captured by A Zhuo, he didn’t mistreat you, did he?"
Chen Shi recounted his encounter with A Zhuo and the conflict with the Banshan Sect, saying, "Granny, you shouldn’t bla Uncle A Zhuo; those insects were just Yin soldiers. They pursued you repeatedly only because you violated the laws of the underworld. They were just following the laws of the underworld. Each ti they ca after you, it was Uncle A Zhuo who stopped them."
Granny Sha sneered, "That little rascal told you that? He may deceive you but can’t fool an old Jianghu like !"
Yet her expression softened significantly.
Chen Shi continued, "Uncle A Zhuo beca the Yin Commander when he joined hands with you to enter the underworld to look for last ti. Over the years, he had to fulfill his duties of the Yin Commander and thus beca distant from you. He is quite concerned about you."
Granny Sha’s expression softened even further, she sneered, "He’s just all talk. Every ti I co to Lake Dnan, his bees drive away, fierce and terrifying."
She laughed, "However, I won’t hold it against him. Is A Zhuo doing okay?"
She couldn’t help but ask, "It was he who carried us back from the underworld eight years ago. He was badly injured too. He used to just run errands with us, we never used to let him take on such dangerous tasks before..."
Chen Shi said, "Uncle A Zhuo should be on the verge of reaching the Mahayana Realm."
Granny Sha sighed with relief and laughed, "He’s terrifyingly talented, learns anything in an instant, understands as soon as he contemplates. It’s only natural for him to break through to the Mahayana Realm. When Chen Yin first brought him over, I was surprised; he looked rather unintelligent..."
Chen Shi smiled as he listened to her recount the past.
Back then, thirty years ago, Granny Sha had not yet been abandoned by her husband Xiang Yunfei. She was still a beautiful woman and had already accomplished much in terms of her spirit. Hu Xiaoliang had not yet died, although he was constantly worried about his impending demise. Du Yiran was still roaming the streets, carving tombstones for people.
Back then, the green sheep liked to follow Du Yiran around, nibbling on grass growing on graves.
Back then, Creation Little Five, having been beaten up, disguised himself well and served as Chen Yin’s assistant.
A Zhuo may have looked as foolish as an ox, but the group was surprised by this ten-year-old kid; his talent was exceptionally high, and apart from being too honest, they could find no other faults.
Even Creation Little Five had tried several tis to tamper with A Zhuo, wanting to study the structure of his brain, but Du Yiran, always suspicious, always interrupted him and thwarted his plans.
They had gone searching for the lost gods of China, attempting to decode the lost talismans from the True King Era, uncovering the mysteries hidden within these talismans.
They encountered great dangers, narrowly escaping death many tis. It was through such continuous adventures and trials that A Zhuo gradually grew up, with his cultivation strength growing ever stronger.
At first, they treated him as a little boy, but gradually, he beca one of them.
Chen Shi blinked and said, "Granny, Uncle A Zhuo said that among the Five Great Evil People of the Five Lakes, he is not included, but you are."
Granny Sha sneered, "He told you that? The Five Great Evil People are all n, and I’m a woman; definitely not one of them. A Zhuo is fooling you; don’t let his honest appearance deceive you."
She sighed, "It’s a pity about the green sheep. He was young, still had over a thousand years of lifespan... I told him, don’t nibble on grave grass, don’t nibble on grave grass! He wouldn’t listen, stubbornly nibbling!"
She was so angered she grit her teeth and sneered, "He got what he deserved!"
During their conversation, they arrived beneath the cliff.
Chen Shi rembered A Zhuo’s instructions and, following the black iron chain, began to climb the cliff.
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