allendalepharm Chapter 360 Yinshan Prison, The Lies of Playing with Ghosts
Chapter 360 Yinshan Prison, The Lies of Playing with Ghosts
Faced with Feng Zhenghao's genuinely emotional performance, the old wizards present were not too moved. However, a few of them secretly examined the [Spirit Binding and Commanding] in his hand, while they disdained the exquisitely crafted and beautiful makeup box.
For the shamans of Liangshan, their entire lives have been spent dealing with ghosts and spirits. They have played with ghosts their whole lives and don't even believe in ghost stories, let alone human stories.
How could these old wizards, who had spent their lives training "ghosts," possibly be deceived by someone with ulterior motives?
Feng Zhenghao's singing, recitation, acting, and martial arts performance did remind Grandma Amu of her past relationship. Even if she couldn't let go of it, this experience shouldn't be a handle that a junior could use against her.
Feng Zhenghao had ulterior motives for coming to Liangshan. It just so happened that Liangshan also had plans against the Feng family, so this wasn't considered bullying the younger generation.
Looking at the makeup box, Grandma Amu's face showed a hint of nostalgia, but she waved her wooden cane and brushed the mother-of-pearl makeup box that was handed to her aside.
"Feng Zhenghao, you don't need to give me this pretense. When your grandfather Feng Tianyang failed to keep his promise to return to the mountain, he was no longer the person I missed."
Grandma Amu stood before the old shamans of Liangshan, and looked at Feng Zhenghao again. Her words contained no extra concern, only the indifference of someone discussing business with an outsider.
"Your Feng family has gotten into trouble outside and wants to seek protection from Liangshan, which is fine, but you must first agree on a price."
Grandma Amu impatiently interrupted Feng Zhenghao's speech, pushing the book "Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals" that she had taken out back with her wooden cane.
"【Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals】I, Liangshan, do not want this. If this technique of creating chaos is left behind today, who knows what kind of chaos Liangshan will become in the future."
The chief shaman of Liangshan glanced at his peers behind him, each with their own ulterior motives, and tapped his wooden staff. The crisp sound of the staff tapping the ground suppressed the greed that was rising again.
"Then how would you esteemed seniors wish to conduct this transaction?"
Despite being rejected several times, Feng Zhenghao did not storm off. Instead, he patiently maintained his smile and waited for Liangshan to offer him a price.
After calming the restless hearts of the people, Granny Amu turned to look at Feng Zhenghao, scrutinizing his appearance as a business tycoon, and pointed with her wooden cane at the surrounding backward and desolate scenery.
"Simple, you provide the money, we take care of the name, the money and name are settled, and neither of us owes the other anything."
Grandma Amu put down her wooden cane, stomped on the muddy road, and said to Feng Zhenghao, "Although your Feng family is rich, you lack capable people and cannot withstand the prying eyes of others. Liangshan can provide protection for the Feng family and shield you from the covetousness of others."
"As long as your Feng family provides the funds to help Liangshan's development, I think this deal should be worthwhile, right?"
Feng Zhenghao shifted his gaze, his sincere smile fading in favor of the expression of a professional investor. He surveyed the scenery of Liangshan with a calculating look, seemingly assessing whether the place was worth his investment.
A moment later, he adjusted his glasses, looked up, and his shrewd smile returned.
"Sure, that's a fair deal. I'll arrange for the strategic development department of the World Alliance to come and investigate. So, can our cooperation begin?"
"nature."
Grandma Amu's perpetually cold face finally broke into a smile. Her remaining beauty appeared even more stunning against the backdrop of her smile, but it also sent a chill down one's spine.
"Take care and don't bother seeing me off."
"Goodbye, everyone."
Feng Zhenghao bid farewell to the old wizards, then, carrying the mother-of-pearl inlaid makeup box, led his employees on their journey home.
On the mountain path, a group of old shamans watched as this newly minted big spender of Liangshan gradually disappeared into the distance until he vanished from sight.
The crowd, who had been acting suspiciously just moments before, now all turned cold, and their expressions of greed or nostalgia vanished without a trace.
Grandma Amu snorted and led everyone up the mountain. "This Feng Zhenghao is truly worthy of being Feng Tianyang's descendant. He is shrewd, cunning, and unpredictable. More importantly, he has quite the appetite."
Her words drew nods of agreement from the old wizards. "That's right. They really thought that [Spirit Binding and Commanding] was tempting enough for us, and they even thought of stirring up internal strife in Liangshan. They are truly greedy."
These old wizards had dealt with humans, ghosts, and spirits their entire lives. Over the past hundred years, they had seen countless living people, dead people, demons, and monsters. Although Feng Zhenghao was extremely shrewd, he could not easily deceive them.
As for the so-called friendship left behind by Feng Tianyang, it has long been worn away by the decades of hardship in Liangshan.
After finishing their critique of Feng Zhenghao, the old wizards exchanged glances and then all looked at Granny Amu, who was leading the group, their expressions hesitant and reluctant to speak.
"despair!"
As if sensing the gaze behind her, Granny Amu stopped in her tracks, tapping her wooden cane on the ground, breaking the hesitation among the crowd.
"Sister Amu, are we really going to let the Feng family into Liangshan? They're already outsiders; they shouldn't be involved in those secrets..."
"Yes, Liangshan is closed off. Although it's not our choice, if the things in the mountains aren't handled properly, it could be a catastrophe."
"And most importantly, the Feng family also possesses the [Spirit Binding and Commanding] technique. If they discover the secret of Liangshan, who knows what kind of wicked ideas they might come up with."
The old wizards all spoke at once, expressing their disapproval of the Feng family's return to Liangshan. After expressing their thoughts, they stood quietly, awaiting the decision of the chief wizard, Granny Amu.
Granny Amu turned around, a sarcastic sneer on her face. Looking in the direction Feng Zhenghao had left, she said, "It's precisely because the Feng family possesses the [Spirit Binding and Commanding] technique that I'm sending them to guard this Yinshan Prison!"
"We have lived here for generations, and the world only sees us as isolated and wild. But how many people still remember the secrets of this place?"
"Our ancestors couldn't escape, and we can't escape either. Do you really want your descendants to continue guarding this Yinshan prison, dealing with ghosts and spirits?"
"Old Sha, your great-grandson died at the age of seven. Old Mo, your son died without leaving any heirs, and what about you all...?"
Grandma Amu stretched out her wooden cane, pointed at her peers, and recounted the price they had paid for dealing with the mountain spirits over the years.
"Hmph, although I have hated Feng Tianyang my whole life, I cannot deny that his [Spirit Binding and Commanding] is a shortcut to solving the Liangshan problem."
"As for the Feng family, let's just consider it retribution for their scheming too much."
After saying this, Granny Amu leaned on her wooden cane, turned around and left. Behind her, the old wizards who had been hesitant at first steadied their steps and followed Granny Amu back into the mountains.
A cool mountain breeze swept through every corner of the mountain. Although Liangshan is located in Sichuan, it could not hide the cold and desolate feeling in the mountain wind. That feeling, which did not belong to the living, wafted through every part of Liangshan with the mountain wind.
Meanwhile, in the Tianxia Hui's convoy, Feng Zhenghao rubbed his temples and asked his children with a smile, "Shayan, Xingtong, do you think we've failed today?"