Returning to the shop, Ling Ping'an closed the door again, took out the key, and locked it.
Then, he turned off the light, turned on his phone, and walked upstairs with the help of the light from his phone.
Tap, tap, tap.
The wooden stairs creaked, which was a little scary.
However, Ling Ping'an was already used to it.
He went upstairs alone, went downstairs alone, did business alone, ate alone, and slept alone.
He pushed open the unlocked door, changed into slippers, and turned on the light. Ling Ping'an took out a bottle of iced drink from the fridge, opened it, and took a sip. Then, he collapsed on the sofa.
"Let's play games first before writing!" He said, "Anyway, I'm already dead!"
Writing online novels was his hobby.
Playing games was his hobby.
He could have both fish and bear's paw.
… …
Han Li held the flashlight in her hand.
Under the illumination of the electric light, she walked out of the thick fog step by step.
She came to the sunlight.
On the ground, there were still the ashes of the ghosts that she had killed not long ago.
If it was in the past, Han Li, like others, would not know how to deal with the ashes left behind by these ghosts.
But now, she knew.
She stepped forward and picked up the ashes expressionlessly.
She lowered her head and looked at the crimson book in her hand that was still heating up.
She opened the book and taboo knowledge came rushing at her.
So, she knew the name of the ghost that she had killed: the gargoyle.
It could be used to grind the heart of a harpy, mix it with the ashes of the gargoyle, add a liter of holy water, twelve grams of dead spirit grass, and boil it in a copper pot to obtain a potion that could deprive the power of ghosts below the middle level: the Spirit Cleansing Potion.
"Harpy!" Han Li knew where that kind of ghost had appeared before.
She put the ashes in her hand into a small glass bottle and put it away.
Han Li turned around and looked at the street behind her.
The thick fog had quietly dissipated at some point in time.
In front of her was a dilapidated street.
Han Li walked in and only saw collapsed houses, plaques scattered on the street, and rusty and abandoned cars parked by the side of the road.
This was a street before the Great Cataclysm.
Now, it had been abandoned.
Han Li held the book and flashlight in her hand.
She picked up the flashlight and placed it in front of her eyes. It was a beautiful industrial product with a red shell.
A nameplate appeared before his eyes.
"Jiangcheng City's Huamao Shang Chao presents …"
Han Li's pupils suddenly dilated.
There was no city called Jiangcheng City in the world.
… …
It was dawn.
Ling Ping'an walked to the bathroom mirror and looked at his face.
The thick dark circles under his eyes made him look very haggard.
"I didn't update yesterday …" He sighed. "I can't play multiplayer sports like this anymore …"
But he was just saying it.
After a simple wash, he walked down the stairs.
Then, he walked to the door and pulled up the shutter.
The thick fog outside the door had already dispersed.
A bustling street appeared in front of him.
A few students in school uniforms walked past him.
Ling Ping'an looked at them enviously. If it was possible, he also hoped to continue carrying his school bag to school like them.
What a pity...
Walking to the breakfast shop next door, Ling Ping'an asked the lady boss, "Aunt Cai, are the steamed dumplings ready?"
"They're ready a long time ago!" Aunt Cai was a slightly plump woman in her forties. She had only come to Ling Ping'an's house two years ago and rented this small breakfast shop.
Her steamed dumplings were a famous breakfast in the neighborhood.
"Aunt Cai, give me two baskets and a bowl of tofu pudding. I want it sweet!" Ling Ping'an smiled as he took out his phone and scanned the code to pay.
"Okay!" Aunt Cai immediately got busy. She put two baskets of steaming steamed dumplings into a paper bowl and took out a porcelain bowl. She scooped a bowl full of snow-white tofu pudding for Ling Ping'an and sprinkled two spoonfuls of white sugar on it.
… …
Jingtai Building.
It was once a landmark of Donglin City.
At its peak, tens of thousands of people worked here.
But now, the building was dilapidated and decayed.
The cables that had long been unmaintained were already covered in moss.
Spider webs spread wantonly in the stairwell.
The smell of decay filled her nose and mouth.
Han Li raised her head and looked at the exit of the stairs. The nest was covered with thick branches and straw and hundreds of rotten corpses.
She expressionlessly untied a bag on her back.
Bags of snow-white salt were exposed.
"Roar!" Above her head, a monster with bat-like wing membranes and the outline of a woman's body opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and swooped down with a roar.
Han Li didn't even look at it. She grabbed a bag of salt, infused it with spiritual power, and threw it at the monster.
Pa!
The bag of salt was wrapped in spiritual power and accurately hit the monster that swooped down at high speed.
A full 500 grams of salt instantly vaporized.
The monster howled miserably. Its wing membranes were being corroded by the salt at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Its sturdy skin and flesh peeled off bit by bit in the salt.
Finally, it fell.
All the bones and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.
Only a bright red heart was still beating stubbornly.
Han Li walked forward, picked up the heart, and stuffed it into the bag full of salt.
"The third one!" She said.
She had never imagined that the Eagle Demon could be killed so easily.
A bag of salt was vaporized with spiritual power.
A B-class ghost was killed just like that.
So, she reached out and touched the still hot book hidden in her tight combat suit.
"Ghosts are nothing more than this!" As she spoke, she stepped up the stairs and walked to the top floor of the building. She looked coldly at the few Harpy hatchlings curled up between the branches and straw in front of her, as well as the broken limbs and internal organs scattered around these hatchlings.
She took out a lighter and lit up the nest.
… …
Aunt Cai's steamed dumplings were never tired of eating them. Coupled with the sweet and fragrant tofu pudding, it was even better.
Ling Ping'an sat at the counter, happily eating the steamed dumplings and drinking the tofu pudding.
In front of him, an old television was broadcasting today's news live.
"The foot-and-mouth disease continues to spread in the Beizhou Kingdom... There are already three counties and twenty-five counties that have reported the foot-and-mouth disease to the Federal Empire's Department of Animal Husbandry and Agricultural Affairs..."
The news screen cut to the picturesque scene of the Beizhou Kingdom. Pastures and farms were densely covered in the vast plains of the continent.
"We hope that the federal center and the Kingdom's epidemic prevention department will come up with measures and policies as soon as possible to stop the spread of the epidemic!" On the screen, a rancher said worriedly.
"Our family has been herding here for a hundred years, and this is the first time we've encountered a foot-and-mouth disease of such a scale..." In the voiceover, the federal epidemic prevention department was carrying out harmless treatment of thousands of livestock.
The scene cut to the sky.
Helicopters printed with the symbols of the Federal Empire and the Beizhou Kingdom were hovering, spraying all kinds of medicine.
The live broadcast cut to the port outside the capital of Beizhou.
Ships that were supposed to be full of all kinds of meat were parked in the port.
The workers and sailors were all at a loss.
In the voiceover, the gentle voice of the newscaster came out, "According to the Beizhou Kingdom's Department of Public Health, Safety and Epidemic Prevention, at 12 noon local time, the foot-and-mouth disease in Beizhou has infected more than 1.7 million beef cattle in the Beizhou Kingdom, and the economic losses may be as high as 300 billion Chinese dollars. The federal center has urgently allocated 50 billion Chinese dollars to help the Beizhou Kingdom control the epidemic!
"At the same time, the Federal Empire's Department of Animal Husbandry and Agricultural Affairs has applied for a loan of 200 billion Chinese dollars from the central government to help and support the Beizhou Kingdom's livestock industry through the crisis..."
Seeing this, Ling Ping'an couldn't help but sigh, "It seems that the price of beef will have to go up!"
Beizhou and Nanzhou supplied more than 70% of the Federal Empire's beef and pork. At the same time, they also supplied more than 60% of the Federal Empire's seafood and more than half of the grains.
These two kingdoms were the Federal Empire's granaries and pastures.
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