Ghost Road Xialu

Name: Ghost Road Xialu
Author: Lianqing Henghua.

by Lianqing Henghua.

ongoing Xianxia Modern Cultivation Male Lead

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17Kwords3chapters

Latest:

Ch. 3 — Old Watch Click

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About This Novel

Among the three thousand branches of Taoism, there is a sect that no one dares to mention - Ghost Tao. It does not worship the Three Purities, does not refine elixir, and deals exclusively with ghosts and dead souls. Its disciples hide in the shadows of the old streets and alleys, dealing with the "dirty things" that orthodox Taoist priests avoid, and have not been exposed to the sun for hundreds of years. Huang Yan is the leader of this generation of ghosts. He always wore a black monk's robe, with a red rope soaked in grave soil wrapped around his fingertips. He carried a cracked wooden sign in his arms, with ghost symbols engraved on it that no one recognized. When he got closer, he could smell a cold, musty smell that wouldn't go away. There is a deep scar under the left brow bone. It is said that it was scratched out by the nails of a "rock evil" twenty years ago when it was collected. When the sky is cloudy, the scar will turn blue, as if there is cold air underneath. Fu Kuiyan was picked up from a mass grave three years ago by Huang Yan. He was only fifteen at that time and had a high fever. He was holding half a bloody coffin fragment in his arms. Huang Yanyi wrapped a black rope around his wrist three times, and he woke up. From then on, he became a disciple of ghosts. When he first went out with his master, Fu Kuiyan was always frightened by the wind at night - the wind was carrying tiny cries. Huang Yan? But he only asked him to stare at his feet and not look at the black shadow huddled under the wall. The rules of the ghost path are very strange: disciples are not allowed to put incense on the memorial tablet of the ancestor, and they are not allowed to ask what the talisman on the wooden tablet means. Fu Kuiyan recently discovered that when he looked in the mirror at night, his left brow began to turn blue, as if something was drilling out of his skin - just like his master's scar. And every time Huang Yan finished dealing with "dirty things", he would wipe his hands with strong alcohol until his skin turned red, as if he was trying to wash away something that was stuck to his bones and could not be shaken off.