Chapter 345 The Last Meal

The walls of the courtyard are high and dense, and entering the courtyard is like entering a prison.

For weak women like Du Rushi and Ma Xiaowan, escaping from the He Mansion was as difficult as ascending to heaven. Their fate was to gradually rot in the He Mansion.

But for Wu Xian and others.

It's just a piece of cake to rescue them.

The group quickly arrived at the area where the young ladies lived, knocked on the doors one by one and called everyone out. After briefly explaining the background, the young ladies prepared to escape.

First of all, these women had long been looking forward to escaping from the He Mansion.

Secondly, with Du Rushi's mediation, they quickly accepted the current situation.

At this time, the entire He Mansion had been thrown into chaos by the family members. Old Master He had become their own force, and with Old Madam He, a local ghost, around, it was no problem for these young ladies to escape from the He Mansion.

Do this.

Wu Xian felt that he had done enough.

But just when he was about to leave, he was attracted by the chattering discussions of the young ladies while they were making preparations.

Among them was the eldest lady, who was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, had an elegant temperament and looked like she was well-educated.

"I entered the mansion early. Two years ago, there was a strange incident. Two people from the underworld secretly sent a large number of funerary objects and burial objects to the He Mansion, hoping to hold a proper funeral in the He Mansion."

"But they were killed by servants on the way, and the funerary objects they smuggled in also disappeared. Later, I accidentally discovered a cellar under a dragon sculpture in the back garden. All the funerary objects were there. Since you want to hold a proper funeral, those things may be useful to you."

Wu Xian immediately noted down the location.

It is true. If you want to obtain funerary objects and burial objects, you can't just look for them in a mass grave.

The knowledgeable people in this world are also trying to save themselves. Although their efforts have failed, what they have accumulated in the process of self-rescue will also be useful to Wu Xian and others.

With the City God around, this clue won't be used for the time being, but if the City God isn't helpful, they can still use the things in the cellar to fill in the gaps.

then.

A woman with bright eyes and white teeth wearing a goose yellow dress said: "I am Deng Wanqiu, the tenth young lady of the He family. In fact, I married into the He family to find my father..."

"My father is a famous craftsman in the Undead City. Three years ago, he was suddenly visited in a dream by a ghost who claimed to be the 'City God of the Distant City' and asked him to make three objects using special materials."

"The three tools were a paper cutter, a porcelain hammer, and a flower-cutting sickle. Following the instructions of the City God, he brought the three tools to He's residence on a moonlit night."

"After that, my father never came back..."

"Some time ago, I fell asleep in a pavilion, and suddenly I dreamed of my father. He asked me to tell the City God his location, but how do I know? How can I contact the City God?"

"If I leave today, I will never have the chance to fulfill my father's last wish. Could you please do me a favor?"

Wu Xian nodded and agreed.

There is nothing too important in the information about other young ladies, or if there is important information, they don’t have time to talk about it.

Du E looked at their departing backs and couldn't help but complain: "Good fellow, they're posting side quests here."

Wu Xian sighed and shook his head.

"It's a pity that we found out too late."

After entering the He Mansion, all the family members subconsciously ignored the young ladies because they believed that these caged birds could not obtain some important information.

"It's not too late now. The second piece of information should be useful to the City God... The time we agreed with the City God is almost up. It's time to gather at the City God Temple."

...Yaocheng City God Temple.

At this time, all the surviving relatives and newcomers gathered in the City God Hall.

Wu Xian, Du E, Wen Chao, Jian Lingyu, Wei Qinglan, Su Xuan, Li Xian, Ran Huangtian.

A few days down.

There were only eight survivors left, including five family members and three newcomers.

Wu Xianben thought so.

The homeless man and the fisherman under the bridge would be the first to die, but unexpectedly these two are still alive today. Although they look a little miserable, they are full of energy again after being treated by Jian Lingyu.

Wei Qinglan and his sister are in the same body, Jian Lingyu is covered with medicine, and Ran Huangtian is trying to scratch his head with his feet...

The three zombies of Wen Chao were standing at the door as punishment. The City God hated zombies so much that he did not allow them to enter the main temple.

In front of the eight of them, there were a lot of delicious food.

Braised pig's head, braised ox's head, roast chicken and duck, steamed buns, rice and noodles...

These things were the most abundant food they had seen since entering this blessed land. At this moment, everyone was exhausted and hungry, and their eyes widened when they saw these things.

The City God smiled and said, "These are all foods offered to the dead. There is no time in the underworld. As long as the essence has not been sucked away by ghosts, these foods will be exactly the same as when they were offered. You can eat them without worrying about any hidden dangers in the food."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eight of them immediately started to eat voraciously.

Everyone had their own wonderful way of eating. Even Du E and Jian Lingyu didn't care about maintaining their ladylike appearance and just swallowed the meat in big mouthfuls. Ran Huangtian's eating manner was even more unbearable to watch...

The skinny ghost messengers, leaning on the wall and holding on to sticks, were drooling as they watched.

The City God said it with ease. These foods were not precious forty years ago, but they are too precious now. They are stored in the warehouse of the City God Temple and are reluctant to eat them.

Eat, eat.

Wu Xian took some time to inform the City God of the information he had obtained from the young ladies.

The City God was shocked when he heard this.

He hurriedly ordered his ghost messengers to go and find those things. The ghost messengers did not care about their greed and scattered like the wind to look for the three things left by the craftsman.

After sending everyone away, the City God explained.

"Those three things are props that I commissioned skilled craftsmen to make after searching for materials at the City God Temple with all my strength. Each of them has special powers against the three immortals, and can also unlock the shackles on me."

"It's a pity that after I sent the materials out, I never heard from the craftsman again. I didn't expect that he would die silently in a mass grave. It's really sad..."

Wu Xian felt better while eating.

If they can get the City God out of trouble, their chances of holding a correct funeral will be much higher. After all, they have to face three stronger immortals at the same time, so having one more means is always good.

Time is tight.

Soon the eight of them devoured all the food like a whirlwind.

They stood up, holding their stomachs, and looked at the large number of porcelain, paper figurines and other items piled up in the corner of the City God Temple. What they had to do next was to find what they needed from here.

Final preparations for a proper funeral!

(End of this chapter)