Although he said this, obviously no one took it to heart.
After all, they all knew柳不离 very well, and his greatest strength was his exceptionally good composure.
Looking at the entire cultivation world, even if half of it had fallen into demonic ways, it would likely have nothing to do with him. Therefore, the possibility of him needing to be saved by沈慕之 after falling into demonic ways was almost zero.
沈慕之 even pondered that perhaps if he himself fell into demonic ways, 柳不离 would still be perfectly fine. It was possible that in the end, the cultivation technique he learned would be for his own benefit, and in any case, it would have nothing to do with 柳不离.
With these thoughts in mind, the conversation drifted to other topics.
After listening to 柳不离's explanation, everyone now planned to wait with them for the ghost tribe to appear. Since there was nothing else to do, all that was left was to chat to pass the time.
柳不离 told them about the legends of the mythical era he had heard from 栖羽, and also about 兮迟, the god of slaughter, whom 栖羽 had always mentioned.
The others treated it as a story.
Only 游司棋 slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "How could I have forgotten such an important matter? Since we are still in this secret realm, if we are lucky, we might actually find some treasures left behind by 兮迟!"
What he said was exactly what 柳不离 most wanted to hear, and his eyes lit up for a moment. 柳不离 asked excitedly, "Tell me specifically, where can I get it? What was left behind? Will it be useful to our Wuming?"
游司棋 thought seriously for a moment, then shook his head awkwardly. He said, "You can't ask me about this now, because it hasn't been written in the novel yet. It's a foreshadowing. However, according to my settings, there is indeed a ghost tribe in this secret realm that obtained something from 兮迟. Just like everyone will find something they are destined for, the situation for the ghost tribe in the secret realm is the same as for humans. And since the ghost tribe is inherently bloodthirsty, it is understandable that they would receive the favor of the god of slaughter, don't you think?"
柳不离 found his reasoning very sound.
However, regarding the point of being bloodthirsty...
柳不离 hesitated, then looked back towards 陆无名 beside him.
Before he could even open his mouth, 陆无名 had already understood his thoughts and responded with a rather indifferent tone, "Master, stop thinking about whether you could have met 兮迟 if I had listened to you and acted alone back then. Perhaps you could have met him, but what would have been the point? My mind would have been filled with you, and I would have only been thinking about coming out to see you quickly. I wouldn't have been able to learn anything. What difference would meeting him or not meeting him make?"
Hearing his words, 柳不离's mouth twitched fiercely.
Alright, this was indeed the kind of thought his big dog would have.
At least on such matters, 陆无名 never disappointed.
So he was right. Instead of him going in alone and wasting an opportunity, it was better to snatch this opportunity from someone else. Since they were the villains anyway, there was no problem with solidifying their reputation for plundering.
With this mindset, 柳不离 had originally thought that given the time flow within the secret realm, it would take them a long time to wait for that ghost tribe.
But it was as if heaven itself didn't want them to delay any longer. Before their conversation had even fully concluded, 陆无名 suddenly stood up and looked warily into the dark mist surrounding them.
Due to their racial innate abilities, 陆无名 always had a natural advantage in detecting the ghost tribe.
So, seeing him like this, even though he himself felt nothing, 柳不离 still stood up immediately, maintaining a vigilant posture, and asked, "Wuming, did you sense the ghost tribe's aura?"
"I'm not sure if it's him, but it's definitely a ghost tribe," 陆无名 replied, his brows already furrowed.
He was indeed not one of them.
He hated the aura emanating from that race.
He also hated the aura on himself that was similar to theirs.
That aura, which foretold death and seemed to be forever submerged in darkness, only made one feel oppressed and agitated. It was the complete opposite of the aura of his beloved Master.
However, he didn't have much time to think. Several figures slowly appeared in the surrounding black mist. The number was slightly more than expected, but there were also many of them, and no one showed any signs of nervousness.
As the shadows drew closer, everyone adopted defensive stances. The man they had captured struggled on the ground, looking as if he was about to cry, but his mouth was gagged tightly, and he could only think about it, not do it.
By the time the figures became completely clear, there was no need for 陆无名 to explain. Judging by their extremely ugly faces, everyone could conclude that this was definitely a group of ghost tribe members, and no one else.
And those ghost tribe members were also stunned when they saw them.
They seemed to be confused as to why they were mingling with that man. However, since they had met, everyone respectfully bowed to 陆无名. The tall, thin leader happily asked him, "Young Master, you specifically captured a bait and waited for us to come, is it to tell us that you are willing to return with us?"
Everyone understood that the purpose of entering the secret realm this time, besides exploration, was more importantly to bring their Young Master back to the Ghost City.
This was an order from the King, so whoever could bring 陆无名 back would essentially become the King's new confidant and right-hand man.
Now that the Young Master had actively contacted them, these ghost tribe members were all overjoyed, as if a pie had fallen from the sky and hit them. Their spirits were already soaring with happiness.
However, the reality was not as perfect as they had imagined.
陆无名 merely sneered, showing no intention of answering their question. Instead, he grabbed the man beside him, pushed him forward, and asked, "Who made this fake? Come and claim it."
The Young Master had not yet declared his stance, but to show their friendliness towards him, the ghost tribe members naturally would not refuse to answer his questions.
As soon as he finished speaking, one of them stepped forward. A fawning smile appeared on his ugly face as he nodded at 陆无名 and said, "Young Master, this is my thing. If he obtained anything good, please take it if you like it, Young Master. Consider it a meeting gift from me."
陆无名 raised an eyebrow.
He didn't need any meeting gifts from them.
In fact, if not for 柳不离's specific instructions, he wouldn't have wanted any interaction with these dirty fellows.
He narrowed his eyes, and 陆无名 tried his best to suppress the revulsion in his eyes. Staring at the ghost tribe member's face, he said, "I have only one question. I heard that you were the one who turned them into these monstrous creatures that are neither human nor ghost. Is this method known to everyone, or only to you?"