Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 902: The Iron Scroll Contract

Chapter 902: Chapter 902: The Iron Scroll Contract

These past few days, Wen Wen had grown tired of the natural scenery of the plateau and wanted to return immediately to the bustling big city, eager to go home.

It was not that the natural landscape here was not beautiful; for many people, this environment was more refreshing than the big city.

But Wen Wen didn’t have such taste; he found the steel jungle more pleasing to the eye.

Visiting here occasionally was fine, but living here was definitely not an option for him, so he planned to set out for home as soon as Tao Qingqing woke up.

However, not having anyone to fly the plane for him was a major issue.

"I could pack everything into the Sanctuary and teleport to Feng Ruixing..."

"But I already bought a plane, moving via the Sanctuary would lack ceremony."

"Why not try flying the plane myself?"

"It should be similar to driving a car..."

Wen Wen looked at the small black combat transport outside and dug through the boxes to find the manual that came when he bought the plane, and a few bad ideas crossed his mind.

...

Underneath the Muyuan Community, there lay a massive tomb.

The space within the tomb was by no means smaller than the Muyuan Community above.

For thousands of years, it had remained quiet, but on the first night of Luo Feng’s departure, it suddenly became lively.

The buried companions whose bodies had become brittle skeletons suddenly twitched violently, and under the nourishment of the Tomb Qi, their bodies gradually became plump, transforming into blue-faced and fang-bearing Corpse People.

These Corpse People all had black skin, with body structures vastly different from ordinary people, even the black bodies three levels underground in inns weren’t as twisted as them.

They stood up, wandering mindlessly within the tomb like some walking dead.

But if they caught the scent of the living or tasted fresh flesh, these Corpse People would turn into the most ferocious Evil Ghosts among humans!

In the massive main chamber of the tomb, there was nothing in the center; the huge coffin that was originally there had vanished without a trace.

But surrounding the main coffin, there was a circle of twelve slightly smaller coffins, containing Luo Feng’s most beloved consorts, his most trusted eunuchs, his most respected civil ministers, and his most reliable military generals...

After Luo Feng’s death, these individuals also died within a few days; no one knew the cause of their deaths, but they were ultimately buried in the same tomb with their king.

As the twelve bodies closest to Luo Feng’s remains, they absorbed the thickest Tomb Qi in the entire tomb.

When Luo Feng was present, these bodies wouldn’t have any motion.

But now that Luo Feng had vanished, these bodies, nourished for hundreds and thousands of years, had come back to life.

The lids of the coffins were successively pushed open from the inside, and figures emerged one by one.

They were either graceful and beautiful, robust and mighty, or elegant and sociable...

But they had one thing in common: all the hair on their bodies was red.

All twelve bodies stood in a circle where Luo Feng’s coffin used to be, simultaneously looking upwards toward the Muyuan Community, their faces exuding a stern Cold Qi!

Luo Feng was the most dangerous presence in this tomb, but that didn’t mean that without Luo Feng, this place was safe.

This tomb remains one of the most dangerous places...

...

In Hexi Province, north of Hanyang City, on the southern bank of the Jinsha River, lies Mang Mountain.

The mountain range, led by Yinma Mountain, stretches westward to Quewei Mountain, with a total of thirty-three peaks spanning eight counties, extending over four hundred miles from east to west.

The infamous Ghost City in the Superpower World of the Capital is located in Mang Mountain.

Ghost City is an ancient city, slightly larger than a typical county town; not a single living person exists here, only Ghost Beings!

As one oft-repeated phrase in novels goes, Resentful Spirits roam the streets, and Fierce Spirits are as common as dogs.

At the center of Ghost City lies a huge skeletal palace, with the dwelling of the Capital Feng Ghost God at its center.

Upon a large bed made of bones, the Capital Feng Ghost God lay enjoying a massage by delicate fingers on a soft human skin pillow.

If seen by the faint-hearted, these delicate fingers could easily frighten them to tears.

Because the hands bore no flesh, only reddish bones remained.

Providing the massage to the Capital Feng Ghost God were several seductive Red-powdered Skeletons!

After becoming a Ghost God for a thousand years, the Capital Feng Ghost God’s aesthetics had long been distorted and no longer aligned with ordinary humans.

To him, attractive appearances were a dime a dozen, but interesting souls were one in a million.

These Red-powdered Skeletons were once intriguing women; even as skeletons, he still favored them.

Beside the bed stood a large display cabinet, mostly filled with bizarre curiosities.

The most normal among them was a slightly curled iron plate, densely engraved with characters.

Within it was the Landas Ghost Shadow.

Suddenly, the iron plate emitted intense heat, cracking the glass of the display cabinet, scorching black one of the Red-powdered Skeletons closest to the cabinet.

The Capital Feng Ghost God first comforted the alluring skeleton a few times, then turned to the display cabinet and picked up the now scalding iron plate.

He knew something had gone wrong with the Landas Ghost Shadow.

The name of the Landas Ghost Shadow upon it was slowly burning.

His expression instantly turned fierce, causing a few Skeletons to collapse in fright, quivering slightly...

"I am not angry at all."

"You should not be afraid."

As he comforted the Red-powdered Skeletons, he reached out and crushed them one by one.

This was venting his anger!

"Nie Ying, go to Lingyuan County, find out what is going on for me... No, find a lead on Luo Feng, and if you can’t, don’t bother returning."

"Understood!"

Outside the room, the shadows converged into a graceful woman; she trembled but quickly left the Ghost City.

In this city, the Capital Feng Ghost God was a deity; no one could defy his decision.

A moment later, the Capital Feng Ghost God sighed, showing slight regret as he looked at the few Red-powdered Skeletons. Finding such beauties wasn’t easy, but his anger had gotten the best of him just now.

What made him furious wasn’t the death of the Landas Ghost Shadow, nor his failure to capture Luo Feng, but their betrayal.

Only betrayal could trigger the punitive mechanism of this contracted iron scroll.

There was limited space on the iron plate to write names; if a signer died normally, the name would disappear, allowing others to be written in its place.

But if the contractor violated the agreement, that section would be burned, and no new names could be written there.

The power contained in that space would transform into a mighty punishment, targeting those who broke the pact.

In other words, the betrayal of the Landas Ghost Shadow permanently reduced a use for that treasure belonging to the Capital Feng Ghost God.

The most important part was, that individual’s name was so long it took up space for two people...