As they spoke, Lu Sheng introduced Zheng Xiangui to Chen Jiaorong. However, Chen Jiaorong clearly didn't care much about the Zheng family.
As far as he was concerned, the son of a country lord from a small city on the edge of the border was not even qualified to enter his circle.
Even if it was Lu Sheng, if it weren't for his sister bragging about him every day, he wouldn't have cared. Of course, things were different now. Lu Sheng had saved his life. After the incident, he had asked many people, and they all said that they saw the pleasure boat go up in flames. The flames could be seen from tens of miles away.
When he found out, he broke out in a cold sweat. Even now, he didn't dare to board any boats. He was traumatized.
After Zheng Xiangui found out about the other's identity, he was obviously eager to curry favor with him. Zheng Yu 'er and Lu Sheng couldn't stand it, but they knew he was that kind of person. In his own words, he was a man who knew when to yield and when to stand tall.
As they spoke, Lu Sheng listened more and more, only occasionally responding. Everyone knew his personality, so they didn't mind.
As Lu Sheng listened, his gaze swept across the crowd. Suddenly, his eyes stopped. He saw an old beggar curled up in the corner.
This old beggar was different from ordinary people. Although it was midsummer, this was Eastern Mountain Institute, at the foot of Eastern Mountain. It was cold and humid all year round. Even in midsummer, the ground was cold and humid.
But this old beggar was different from the others. There was a tattered cotton-padded jacket beside him, but he only wore a thin, tattered shirt. On such a cold ground, he didn't even put on his jacket.
Moreover, with Lu Sheng's eyesight, he could see that the beggar's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. He was mumbling something to himself, but his eyes were glazed over.
Lu Sheng looked carefully at the beggar. He suddenly had a strange feeling. It was as if … as if this beggar was very similar to him.
He's probably in his sixties or seventies, and his figure and face are completely different. Why would I have such a similar feeling? Lu Sheng was puzzled. While Chen Jiaorong was interested in Zheng Yu 'er and chatted with her, he slowly walked towards the old beggar.
It had always been his style of doing things without any hesitation.
Walking in front of the beggar, Lu Sheng's shadow covered most of the beggar's body.
"Old man, it's so cold here and you're wearing so little. Are you feeling hot?"
The old beggar raised his head and glanced at him. His eyes were cloudy.
"Hot … hot … Isn't it hot? Is it hot? Isn't it hot? Is it hot … "He began to mutter. He seemed to be a little out of his mind.
Lu Sheng frowned, shook his head, and was about to leave.
"You've seen a ghost!!" Suddenly, the old beggar's voice became louder. "Body of Half-Yin, Body of Half-Yin … I also have a Body of Half-Yin. I've encountered many ghosts, and I've even been possessed … You're the same as me, the same as me … Ha … Hahaha …" The old beggar giggled as he spoke.
"Body of Half-Yin?" Lu Sheng was momentarily stunned. He stopped in his tracks and carefully sized up the old beggar.
It could be seen that this person's clothing style used to be quite good. Even if he wasn't a rich person, he would at least be from a middle-class family. How did he fall to such a state?
"What is Body of Half-Yin?" Lu Sheng asked in a deep voice. He was faintly interested.
The old beggar paused, and his mouth began to mutter messy things again. After a while, the cloudy look in his eyes faded a little, and he seemed to be a little more clear-headed. He sized Lu Sheng up carefully, and stuttered as he spoke.
"You're the same as me … We both have a Body of Half-Yin … People who were possessed by ghosts when they were young, and after encountering many ghosts, this kind of body … will die … will attract ghosts … will die …"
Lu Sheng couldn't make heads or tails of what he was hearing, but looking at the old beggar, he felt that he was very similar to him. This feeling wasn't in terms of appearance or appearance, but something that was very similar inside.
Could this be the body that the old beggar was talking about? Body of Half-Yin?
He was puzzled.
"Hehehe …" At this moment, the old beggar also giggled foolishly, and pointed at Lu Sheng while laughing. "Half-Yin, attract ghosts … Half-Yin … Half-Yin …" He began to repeat these two words.
Lu Sheng frowned and looked at him, and asked a few more questions. The old beggar only repeated the two words, and then said nothing else.
Dang …!
The entrance to the examination began.
Lu Sheng had no choice but to turn around and walk towards the school gate.
The examination had officially begun.
There were three sessions of the Annual Examinations in a row. Eating, drinking, and defecating were all done in the examination hall, and no one was allowed to go out. By the time Lu Sheng finished his examination and came out, it was already the afternoon of the second day.
Groups of exhausted examinees walked out of the school gate.
However, Lu Sheng still looked normal. As a master of both internal and external cultivation, this bit of exhaustion naturally didn't affect him at all.
Once he came out, his eyes looked towards where the old beggar was. Sure enough, the person was gone.
"Half-Yin Body …" This term kept echoing in his heart. "If it is like what the old beggar said, that the so-called Half-Yin Body refers to people who have encountered ghosts many times, then I really do have this kind of body."
After thinking about it carefully, he might really have to ask someone about this.
"What kind of people are most likely to encounter ghosts many times?" Lu Sheng's mind raced, and he quickly thought of a place.
At this moment, Zheng Xiangui and the others also came out, each of them frowning, and it was obvious that this examination was very difficult.
Chen Jiaorong was the same, he walked out with a frown, and Chen Yunxi was with him. When Chen Yunxi saw Lu Sheng, she hid behind her brother with a strange expression, as if she was a little shy.
Lu Sheng touched his burnt eyebrows, and smiled bitterly. He actually hoped that Chen Yunxi would give up on him because of his burnt hair.
Then, Song Zhenguo also came out. Lu Sheng said a few words to Chen Jiaorong and his sister. After sending them off, he went with the Zheng siblings and Song Zhenguo to find a restaurant in the city for dinner.
They ate until evening. After separating from the others, Lu Sheng headed straight for a place near the mountains outside the city.
To the left of Mountain-Edge City was a huge mountain range known as Deer Antler Mountain, named after its shape that resembled deer antlers.
At the foot of Deer Antler Mountain was the largest cemetery around the city, Wan Feng Garden.
Taking advantage of the early evening, Lu Sheng headed straight for Wan Feng Garden, and found the gravekeeper at the main entrance.
The gravekeeper was an old man with a lame leg. His clothes were neat but tattered, and his face always had a faint greenish tinge. Who knew if it was because he was often out of the sun, or some other reason.
"Half-Yin Body?" Hearing Lu Sheng's question, the old man shook the wineskin in his hand. The old man shook the wineskin in his hand. He looked Lu Sheng up and down, and weighed the big copper coin in his hand.
"Little Brother, did you meet something unclean? There's a saying like that, but most people don't call it Half-Yin Body. We call people who meet ghosts often Yang Bun. "
"Yang Bun?" Lu Sheng repeated, frowning. "There's really such a situation?"
The old man looked at Lu Sheng in amazement.
"Of course there is. To be honest, this old man has lived for so many years, and I've seen many people. Yang Bun too, but they didn't live long before they died. Young Master, someone like you should be a new Yang Bun. It hasn't been that long, and you met something unclean not long ago, right? "
Lu Sheng was stunned. He didn't expect this gravekeeper to know so much. He nodded and said, "Yes, I did encounter something unclean before, and it hasn't been that long. May I ask, Old Sir, what kind of trouble will this Yang Bun run into? "
"I don't know. But I heard that Yang Bun attracts ghosts, so they don't live long. Of course, that's just a saying. Don't take it seriously. Live as you should, "the old man waved his hand. "I'll invite a Daoist Mage to perform some rituals to get rid of the evil. It should work."
Invite a Mage? Lu Sheng shook his head. He had gone to some temples in the vicinity to look for so-called Mages, but they were all scammers with no real skills.
If those Mages could capture ghosts, then he could kill countless Demonic Ghosts with a single slap.
"I wonder if Old Sir has any other ideas?" Lu Sheng frowned and continued asking. He wanted to see how an ordinary person could protect themselves without his martial strength.
The gravekeeper chuckled and looked at Lu Sheng sinisterly.
"Ideas … it's not that I don't have any. On account of Young Master's large sum of money, this old man will point you in the right direction."
"What right direction?"
The gravekeeper laughed. He tilted his head back and drank a mouthful of cheap wine, spitting out a mouthful that reeked of alcohol.
"In this Mountain-Edge City, there are one gang, two societies, and three clans. I have a nephew who once entered one of these gangs, Crimson Whale Sect. A pity that he died in a conflict. But I've managed to preserve this path. "
He looked at Lu Sheng expectantly. Clearly, he was waiting for him to express his opinion.
This was the first time Lu Sheng had heard of a gang, two societies, and three clans in Mountain-Edge City. But when he heard the name Crimson Whale Sect, his heart skipped a beat. Wasn't this the Crimson Whale Sect that Duanmu Wan had mentioned?
Duanmu Wan was mysterious. Since she said that Crimson Whale Sect's skills were the strongest in the vicinity, then she was probably right. What he lacked now wasn't skills, but a sufficiently powerful one. Ordinary inner force martial arts would not be of much help to him now.
At his current level, he could only find a stronger skill, preferably one that could replace Black Fury Skill. That way, he would no longer need Yin Qi to continuously raise his cultivation level and strength.
After all, Black Fury Skill only had a few levels. Yin Qi … seemed like there were side effects to absorbing too much of it.
"But Old Sir, I've been in Mountain-Edge City for so long. Why haven't I heard of this Crimson Whale Sect? You're not bluffing, are you? "Lu Sheng retorted.
The gravekeeper laughed sinisterly.
"They're all from the underworld. What do you mean by underworld? The places that ordinary people can't see are called the underworld. All the gambling dens, brothels, black markets, and ghost markets in Mountain-Edge City — their shadows can be seen in every street and district. Young Master, you look like someone who doesn't lack money. You might not have noticed it usually, but it's different for ordinary people. Thieves, robberies, loan sharks, collecting protection fees, murders, scams … all sorts of things are linked to them. "
Hearing that, Lu Sheng understood immediately. This Crimson Whale Sect was, in fact, an underworld organization. Underworld organization. It was just more discreet.
He thought for a moment, then stuffed a tael of silver fragments into the old man's hands as a token of appreciation.
"Young Master is wise!" The old man beamed with joy. "There are many strong men in this Crimson Whale Sect. It's said that they're a behemoth that helps the yamen manage the security of Mountain-Edge City. I'm sure there's someone in there who can help Young Master resolve your constitution."
Lu Sheng couldn't care less about all this. What he wanted was a stronger skill. If he could infiltrate Crimson Whale Sect, perhaps he could get his hands on a skill even stronger than Black Fury Skill.
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