Chapter Eighteen: The Hundred Demons' Banquet in the Imperial Capital

  "Little friend, don't tell lies! Telling lies is not a good child!" The woman in the couple looked at the luggage rack and saw nothing, then turned her head to say to the little boy.

  "I didn't say anything!" A faint voice came from behind the young woman.

  "Xiao Yu, what else are you saying?" His mother scolded him in a low voice upon hearing the little boy's words.

  "This child has been like this since he was young, no matter how you scold or teach him, he never listens!" Zhou Ruoying softly reprimanded her son and shook her head helplessly at the young couple.

  Xiao Yu's eyebrows slightly furrowed, gazing at the pair of dimming eyes, quietly pondering, suddenly Xiao Yu's face revealed a shocked expression, he thought of a possibility...

  Xiao Yu lowered his head and the mysterious pattern quickly made contact with his eyes. Xiao Yu's eyes quickly turned black and white, and after a moment, they returned to normal. However, no emotional colors could be seen in his eyes anymore, cold and hard as ice.

  Xiao Yu raised his head and happened to see the little boy hiding behind his mother, quietly revealing one eye to look at him. There was a strong fear in his eyes. The little boy saw Xiao Yu looking at him and was so scared that he quickly hid behind his mother and didn't dare to show his head again.

  In the black and white world, when Xiao Yu looked at the little boy, he found that there was a thin layer of white mist on the little boy's eyes that gathered but did not disperse.

  "Little friend, can you still see that uncle who scared you?" Xiao Yu opened his eyes of life and death to take a look around the carriage, but found nothing, then turned to ask the little boy hiding behind his mother.

  After hearing Xiao Yu's words, the little boy hiding behind his mother slowly stuck out his head, revealing a pair of timid eyes, and said in a barely audible voice: "Uncle believes what Little Yu says? Little Yu didn't lie, just now there really was a strange uncle scaring Little Yu!"

  "Uncle believes in Little Yu, Little Yu is a good kid, and good kids won't lie!" Xiao Ye said with a smile.

  "Uh, Xiao Yu is a good kid!" The little boy nodded vigorously after hearing Xiao You's words.

  Zhou Ruoying saw her son start talking to Xiao Ye, and she showed a look of extreme joy. Her son had never spoken to strangers before, and even when facing herself, he rarely spoke. Now, seeing her son talking to someone he had only met once, with a sparkle in his eyes that he had never had before, Zhou Ruoying secretly prayed that her son's illness would get better, and that he could have a normal childhood like other children should.

  "Xiao Yu asked his uncle, can you still see that strange uncle now?" Xiao Yu said to the little boy in a gentle tone.

  "He's gone, that weird uncle, he let out a loud cry when he saw you, Uncle, and then disappeared," the little boy said.

  "Husband, look quickly, we're almost there!" Suddenly, the woman opposite Xiao Yu excitedly shouted to the man beside her.

  Xiao Yu followed the woman's pointing finger and saw that not far away was a mountain tunnel they called "Fierce Ghost Tunnel". In Xiao Yu's black-and-white world, the entrance of the tunnel was shrouded in dark clouds, like ink-like black clouds swirling and rising inside the tunnel, changing shapes but not drifting out of the cave.

  As the train moved forward, Xiao Yu and his companions got closer to the tunnel. The mysterious pattern composed of brush, book, and wooden sword in Xiao Yu's mind suddenly trembled slightly, emitting a series of soft hums, as if they were about to burst out of his mind. The closer they got to the tunnel, the more violently the mysterious patterns in his mind trembled.

  "Uncle, I'm scared......" The little boy hiding behind his mother suddenly came out, looked at the tunnel in the distance with a face full of fear, and then looked at Xiao Ye with a tense expression.

  "Xiao Yu is not afraid, come to Uncle's side." Xiao Yu stretched out his hand and pulled the little boy to sit beside him.

  The train slowly entered the tunnel. In Xiao Yu's black and white world, the huge tunnel was gloomy and dark, with thick clouds rolling in, like a black curtain covering all light sources, making the cave interior pitch black. But under Xiao Yu's yin-yang eyes, everything was clear as day. This tunnel must have been a naturally formed cave before it was built, with an enormous space inside. In the middle of the cave, hundreds of figures floated in the air.

  "What are those uncles and aunts doing?" Xiao Ye was staring at the floating figures in mid-air, when a panicked voice came from beside him, pointing at the ghostly spirits.

  "It's nothing, those uncles and aunts! They're performing a program!" At this time, Xiao Yu finally confirmed that the little boy had a pair of yin-yang eyes that could see ghosts.

  Suddenly, a shrill whistle echoed through the empty tunnel. At the moment the whistle sounded, the mysterious pattern produced a violent jump, and some mysterious patterns broke through the constraints of the cognitive space and entered Xiao Yu's brain.

  In the instant that the mysterious pattern burst into Xiao Yu's mind, a surge of information impacted his brain, "Zheng Qi Jue", "Lian Gui Jue", "Zhan Yao Chu Mo Jian Quan" and "Fu Lu Zong Gang" were deeply engraved in his mind. After the transmission was completed, Xiao Yu closed his eyes to digest the new information he had obtained.

  But the hundreds of figures floating in mid-air in the tunnel all rushed down, rushing into the carriage. The speed of the train seemed to slow down slowly and stopped in the middle of the tunnel, but the passengers on the train were completely unaware, talking and sleeping as if they were in two different worlds.

  Inside the train, over a hundred ghosts were darting back and forth in the carriage. A female ghost with a tongue two feet long floated to the front of a man who was dozing off in his seat. Her tongue gently licked the man's face, but he didn't notice anything. The long-tongued female ghost suddenly spat out a stream of black air from her mouth, which entered the man's body along with his breath. A look of comfort suddenly appeared on the man's sleeping face, and he let out an unconscious moan. Meanwhile, the long-tongued female ghost crawled between the man's legs. "Ah..." The man's body suddenly leaned forward, and a white mist rose from between his legs. The female ghost seemed to have discovered something delicious and greedily absorbed the continuously rising white mist. Only when the man's face turned pale did the female ghost reluctantly leave him to find her next target.

  A ghost with only half a face walked up to two women who were chatting, and gently sucked in front of their noses. Two white misty vapors flowed out from the women's nostrils, and the half-faced ghost excitedly let out a series of 'gurgling' sounds. The two white misty vapors that sprayed out from the women's nostrils seemed like two long dragons being absorbed by the half-faced ghost.

  An old devil wearing a Qing dynasty official uniform appeared among four young men, his neck moved back and forth twice, then the old devil's neck slowly stretched out to become thin and long, just like a giraffe's neck. His head gently turned around in front of the four young men, and eight white misty lines floated out from their nostrils and were absorbed by the old devil, who let out a satisfied hum while absorbing them.

  ………………………

  Over a hundred ghostly spirits each used their own methods to absorb the white mist, one by one letting out satisfied soft sighs, as if they were having a grand feast.