Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 200 - 107: Stuck at the Carpenter’s Shop, Dangerous Steward (Extended - )

Chapter 200: Chapter 107: Stuck at the Carpenter’s Shop, Dangerous Steward (Extended Chapter)

"It’s not on Senior..."

Li Yuan glanced toward the direction of the inner house and asked, "Is it there?"

Pang Yuanhua said, "Yes..."

"No need to check there." Li Yuan knew, that was Xiaozhao.

"Senior is truly unfathomable..." Pang Yuanhua praised, she looked up, her pale face staring at the sky, and suddenly said, "No, there’s still a thread.

That thread, very high, very far...

But the landing point should be in Shanbao County." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

This time, Li Yuan was stunned, but at the same time, he realized Pang Yuanhua’s "strategic value," like an "investigative radar for ghost servants," corresponding to the Woodworker Ghost’s "tracking" mystical power.

With this "ghost servant radar," he could ensure the safety of his environment from a certain angle.

But why are there still other ghost servants in Shanbao County?

"Can you see over there?" Li Yuan asked.

Pang Yuanhua nodded, her eyes hazy, then only the whites were left, immediately... she regained her expression, took a breath and said, "It’s Elder Pang San Niang of Frost Sword Sect, she should be inside your Blood Saber Sect’s inner city, talking with Sect Leader Tie.

But... she is no longer Third Lady, but the ghost servant of the Woodworker Ghost.

These ghost servants still live as normal humans but secretly execute the Woodworker Ghost’s will..."

Li Yuan said, "We need to think of a way to disrupt the Woodworker Ghost, otherwise... living here will never be peaceful."

Previously he was vexed by this, Pang Yuanhua’s arrival showed him the possibility of a solution.

Pang Yuanhua nodded in agreement, nobody knows if the situation of "opening the door and it’s a Carpenter’s Shop" will appear again.

Li Yuan said, "I have a plan."

"Senior, please speak."

"Find a death row inmate, let him enter the Carpenter’s Shop, get cursed, then drag him out and send him to the Zhong Mansion to be locked up, provide food every now and then.

Then, the Woodworker Ghost can’t do anything with him, and will be perpetually stuck there."

"I have a way with the Zhong Mansion, we can escort him in, and then let Long... that woman surnamed Long watch over him, she’s very interested in such people.

But the others..."

"My ability is to open doors."

"Open doors?"

"Behind the door is the Carpenter’s Shop."

Pang Yuanhua laughed, "Then this is using his own methods against him, isn’t it?"

Li Yuan said, "But I still need you to help me find the ghost servants, only by resolving all the Woodworker Ghost’s ghost servants will it truly be stuck."

Pang Yuanhua nodded, but her eyes were still gazing at the sky; ever since she grasped her wooden puppet, her vision became increasingly clear, those lines of Divine Soul Connection crossing the sky would be noticed by her.

Li Yuan saw her dazed, and asked, "What’s the matter?"

Pang Yuanhua was silent for a while, then slowly turned her head and said, "There’s another thread."

Li Yuan frowned.

Pang Yuanhua said, "Let me take a look."

After a brief moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, like waking from a nightmare, breathing heavily, pale sweat emerged on her forehead, her lips moved, opened, wanting to speak but unable, in the next moment, everything spun, her vision went black, and she fainted.

Li Yuan hurriedly supported her.

...

...

Time passed, and it was evening.

On the bed, Pang Yuanhua opened her eyes, only to see a beautiful woman looking at her from beside the bed.

"Miss Pang, you’re awake?

I’m Li Yuan’s wife."

"Senior..." Pang Yuanhua quickly said.

Lady Yan laughed, "No need to call me that."

After a while, Li Yuan came beside the bed and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine... just inexplicably consumed a lot of energy and fainted." Pang Yuanhua said, "I vaguely saw many tents, the thread was inside those tents, the person... the person... seemed to be wearing a steward’s outfit.

It’s not a ghost servant of the Woodworker Ghost, because the thread connects to the north, and it’s connected very far, so far I don’t even have the courage to spy."

"The steward... the tents... is it in the county?"

"Yes, it seems to be in the direction of Silver Creek Square."

Li Yuan felt a sudden chill in his heart, aside from the Black Market Ghost Realm and Woodworker’s Ghost Realm, why were there other ghost servants nesting here?

He gritted his teeth and said, "Let’s first resolve the Woodworker Ghost’s matter."

Then, he looked at the girl who served as the "ghost servant radar", and gently said, "Miss Pang, you should rest well, taking care of your health is the most important thing, don’t just trace back anytime."

Fortunately, Pang Yuanhua wasn’t a love-struck fool, and she wouldn’t think this "gentle voice" was an expression of love, she smiled and expressed her self-awareness as a tool, "I will listen to Senior, I’ll trace back when Senior asks me to."

She was very clear that she was just an "auxiliary little pendant," only by hanging on the big tree of Blood Saber Ancestor could she maintain her own safety, ensure a peaceful environment, and then proceed slowly with other matters.

...

...

The sky grew darker, and the frost moon hung high.

Frost Sword Sect Elder Pang San Niang concluded her visit to the Blood Saber Sect, inquiring about the Ancestor’s unannounced departure.

And Tie Sha, the old fox, though unaware that the other party was a ghost servant, had learned about Hua Mo County, and at this moment offered a warm and lively, yet contentless, evasion to pass over the matter.

Thus, Pang San Niang left satisfied.

At this moment, she had already ridden out of the north city.

Her figure quick, the horse’s hooves fast,

The dirt of the wilderness echoed with the sharp "dadadada" like urgent drumbeats.

Moonlight pure and dust-free, casting beams of white light from the clouds, yet falling on Pang San Niang’s face, revealing the dull and vacant look in her pupils.

Suddenly, sensing something, Pang San Niang abruptly shifted her gaze to the side.

Beside was wind.

Fierce wind.

Rotten wind!

In the rotten wind, a gray figure wielded a long blade, the blade’s body howling as it pierced the air.

The eerie brilliance of the blade had already formed a white ribbon tens of yards long at the blink of an eye, falling before her eyes.