From the old man's words, Chu Feng roughly understood what the outer sect of Xuangui Sect was all about. It can be said that this is a prison without rules. The new mortals are the lowest prisoners. No one cares whether you live or die.
Whenever night falls and the yin energy is strong, a large number of wandering souls will appear. Mortals need to constantly fight against wandering souls in order to quickly increase their strength. It's like throwing someone into a lake and learning to swim. Learn or drown.
Only those who survive can compete for the right to live in the yard. Only those who live in the courtyard are eligible to receive food. It can be said that mortals without shelter will die here sooner or later. Of course, if you want to be well fed and clothed outside your home, having a place to stay is not enough.
Only by successfully subduing a ghost can one truly establish a foothold in the outer gate. At that time, you will become the core disciple of the outer sect and can live in the camelback tower. The ghost monks of the inner sect will only choose disciples from the camelback tower.
After listening to the old man's story, Chu Feng couldn't help but frown.
Under such rules, few mortals could make it out of the outer gate alive. No wonder the inner disciples he met on the way up the mountain didn't give him a second glance. In the eyes of those monks, there wasn't much difference between a mortal and a crawling insect.
Chu Feng also suddenly understood the reason why the monks in the ghost world were ruthless. How can a disciple who enters the inner sect in this way feel grateful to this sect?
The establishment of a sect in the ghost world is essentially just for the purpose of keeping together to keep warm. If we all get together, we may die, if we don't get together, we will definitely die. This is the ghost world.
The sky grew dark. Chu Feng was unbearably hungry. He planned to go out and find some food.
As soon as he opened the door, the voice of the old man in the back room came out: "Young man, it's best not to go out at night."
"hungry."
Xiao Qiang said: "Being hungry is better than losing your life."
Chu Feng smiled lightly and said, "It doesn't matter. I still owe you a meal."
The grandfather and grandson stopped blocking him. Xiaoqiang stepped forward and looked out the window, muttering: "It's hard to persuade a dying ghost with good words."
The old man leaned against the wall and looked at the courtyard gate, "If he can come back alive, grandpa will have a way to let you enter the Hump Tower."
With one sweep of Chu Feng, the whole picture of this place was clear to his mind.
The Hump Tower is located in the center of the place. There are twelve courtyards built around the Hump Tower, forming a perfect circle. Outside this circle of yards is a wasteland. Among them are drafty huts, broken walls and ruins, as well as lonely graves and wild tombs.
Wasteland occupies 99% of the area of the outer gate. Some mortals fend for themselves in this wasteland.
Chu Feng originally wanted to catch a few small animals and roast them on the top of the mountain, but he didn't find a single living thing after walking for a long time.
The wind blows. The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling kept coming from the bottom of the mountain. Soon, more than a dozen wandering souls surrounded Chu Feng.
"roll."
A dozen wandering souls immediately floated away.
Chu Feng did not release any power, but the invisible power on his body frightened the wandering soul.
As soon as those wandering souls left, a dark shadow flashed across the hay.
Chu Feng was overjoyed and caught up with him in a sprint. He forced the little beast under the high wall in one breath. The little beast couldn't escape and turned back to stare at Chu Feng fiercely.
Only then did Chu Feng see clearly that this thing had a long tail and a pair of small wings on its pointed beak. It looked extremely ugly and didn't look very tasty. It should be some kind of beast unique to the ghost world.
"You can't catch bats and badgers." A weak voice came from the weeds.
Chu Feng had already sensed the existence of that person. He is a middle-aged man. He was so thin that he was almost skinny and on the verge of death. At this time, the man was lying in a small pit and was burying soil on his body with both hands. Only his chest was exposed above the soil.
Chu Feng just glanced at the man, and then locked his eyes on the bat badger. This thing is extremely fast, and it will escape if you are not careful.
"They can't be caught. The little beasts that can be caught have been eaten up long ago." The voice of the middle-aged man in the soil was weak.
Chu Feng secretly laughed. He was a majestic rabbit god, but he was looked down upon by a dying man whose body was half buried in the soil. He suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the little beast.
The bat badger jumped to the left, then changed direction and sprinted to the right. At the same time, it spread its wings and flew upward. After a series of operations, it happened to fly into Chu Feng's hands.
Chu Feng sneered in his heart, "Little one, you are playing tricks on me, you are far worse than the long-tailed rabbit in Maya Mountain."
Chu Feng had already predicted the bat and badger prediction. Beasts with wings will definitely fly into the sky, and beasts that can swim will definitely dive into the water. This is the instinct given to them by nature. How could Chu Feng be played with by a little beast?
The middle-aged man in the field was shocked and sat up immediately. Some of the death energy from his body had dissipated.
"Little brother, you actually caught the bat badger."
"It's just a coincidence."
In the eyes of middle-aged people, Chu Feng was not being modest when he said this. He could see clearly just now that the bat badger had crashed into the young man's hand.
"Young man, it is said that the head of a bat badger is the most delicious. Can you let me, a dying person, have a taste of it?"
"No!" Chu Feng decisively refused. He has been in the ghost world for more than a day or two, and he knows the way to survive here. You can't have any sympathy for anyone here. Which of the more than a hundred disciples from the outer sect is not a dying person? Everyone gets a bite, so what does Chu Feng eat?
The middle-aged man is not surprised. He didn't bother, and lay back in the pit again and continued to bury soil on his body. Chu Feng just pretended that he couldn't see it and strode away.
After another moment, Chu Feng stopped unconsciously.
"That's not right!" He muttered, "Am I still afraid of being plotted by these mortals? It's really ridiculous."
Chu Feng turned around and walked back, coming to the middle-aged man again. At this time, the man had buried the soil up to his neck.
"Brother, it's better to die than to live, why are you burying yourself?"
The middle-aged man smiled helplessly, "In the ghost world, it's so hard to die. I just want to leave a whole body for myself after death."
Chu Feng understood what the middle-aged man meant. It was almost impossible to leave a complete body after death in the ghost world. Ghosts will erode corpses, beasts will eat corpses, and humans will sell corpses. Corpses seem to be a hot commodity here. Perhaps it is for these reasons that people in southern Xinjiang rarely choose to be buried after death.
Chu Feng stretched out his arms to the middle-aged man, "Death is easy, but living is difficult."
