Ling Ping'an looked at the time on his phone.
10: 30 pm.
The moon was dark and the wind was strong. The street lamps by the roadside seemed to be flickering because of their years of disrepair.
The lights flickered.
In the depths of the alleys, there was a faint whimper of a wild cat.
In the distant woodland, there seemed to be owls roaring in a low voice.
Most of the shops on both sides of the road were already closed.
Only a few cracks in the door could still see a faint light.
At the intersection ahead, there was a rusty road sign hanging on a telephone pole.
On it was written 'North Road' and there were also directions.
Ling Ping'an scratched his head and looked at the sparse buildings on both sides of the road.
"So this is a place where dark artifacts are sold..."
The shops on the side of the road were basically shroud shops and paper money shops.
At the intersection, there were piles of burning paper money.
There were also incense sticks in many places.
Thinking about it carefully, he understood.
"Probably, this has always been the place where people in the imperial capital buy and sell funeral supplies..."
"It's also because of this that there's the legend of the cross slope!"
He could understand.
In history, every capital city would have a legend of the underworld.
The big shots lived in tall houses and died in famous mountains.
The most famous was the Beimang Mountain in Luoyang.
It was said that hundreds of emperors and countless celebrities were buried inside.
Therefore, it was normal for the imperial capital to also have a Beimang Mountain.
But...
"Why isn't there any public information about this place on the Internet?" Ling Ping'an felt a little puzzled, "Isn't this promoting feudal superstition?!"
However, Ling Ping'an thought about it and shrugged, "Maybe it's on purpose!"
That was easy to understand.
Any city hoped to attract tourists and then happily take the tourists' rotten money.
Of course, the imperial capital was no exception.
Although as the ancient capital of eight dynasties, the imperial capital had no lack of tourist attractions.
But who would complain about having too little money?
And the official system of the Federal Empire valued political achievements very much.
Whether it was the Gonghe party in power or the Datong party in power.
When they chose officials, they would prioritize choosing officials with good political achievements.
After all, no one wanted to see that they had worked hard to defeat their opponents, but in the end, they chose a pig, messed things up, and finally took the blame.
Basically, in the election, it would be very difficult to turn around once the hat of not recognizing people was put on it.
At least, there was no way to turn around locally.
Therefore, be it the Datong Party or the Gonghe Party.
They all had specialized teams that specialized in researching the files of officials of various ranks.
He hoped that after he won, he would be able to select a competent official to stabilize his advantage.
Therefore, the officials of the Federal Empire were very concerned about their political achievements and reputation.
It was not surprising that he would use some tricks.
Developing the economy was not shabby at all!
Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an slowly walked to an old stone arch bridge.
In front of the stone arch bridge, there was a cordon and a barricade.
With the help of the weak moonlight, Ling Ping'an saw the red warning signs hanging on the wooden blocks: Dangerous bridge ahead, no passage!
He scratched his head and stopped moving forward.
Although, in his eyes, this stone arch bridge should be quite sturdy.
But he wouldn't take any chances, and he wouldn't test the law when he knew that there were warnings.
This was not only irresponsible to oneself, but also to others.
If something were to happen, they would have to call for help.
Perhaps it might even put young policemen and firefighters in danger.
Ling Ping'an had always felt that his life was a life, and so were the lives of others.
After all, everyone was human. They had parents, relatives, brothers and sisters.
Why should others pay for their rash and impulsive actions?
Ling Ping'an wouldn't.
Therefore, he went around the tree that was blocking his path.
Since this path was blocked, he would think of a way to find another place.
If it was really impossible, he would not go over.
No matter how fun the haunted house was, he would not risk his life and the lives of others.
This was not cowardice.
It was responsibility.
… …
Zhang Hui looked at the surveillance camera.
More than ten small military rotor drones were circling high in the sky.
These were the most advanced reconnaissance drones of the Federal Empire. They carried the latest cameras with extremely high resolution. It was said that they could even see the movements of ants on the ground.
At the intersections, the high-definition surveillance cameras had already turned.
Thus, countless real-time images from different angles were projected on the big screen.
"Why is he here?" Zhang Hui thought.
The Cross Slope was considered a top secret of the Federal Empire.
Most of the folklore and rumors were smoke bombs released by the Blackguard themselves.
The goal was to prevent curious babies from approaching that area.
From the looks of it, the effect was still very good.
Most citizens would avoid the Cross Slope.
Occasionally, there would be a few who courted death in the border area. They would be scared half to death and then be rescued by the Blackguard.
Then, these people further magnified the legend of the Cross Slope.
Until now, other than a few people who were really not afraid of death and those who liked to attract attention, no normal people would approach the Cross Slope for no reason.
But...
Why was this person here?
Zhang Hui frowned.
And in the surveillance camera, that person was holding his cat and wandering around the edge of the Northern Road.
He did not choose to take the shortcut and go through the stone arch bridge.
Why was that?
Why did the omniscient and omnipotent him make such a choice?
Zhang Hui did not know.
"There must be a deeper meaning behind this!" Zhang Hui thought, "Perhaps, this can reveal some of his behavior logic!"
Therefore, Zhang Hui focused all his attention and carefully examined the surveillance screen, not letting go of any detail.
At the same time, he pressed a button.
He connected with Li Shouyi, who was patrolling the Kunlun Mountain area.
And Li Shouyi had been online, waiting for Zhang Hui to contact him.
The moment Ling Ping'an walked out of the Luming Villa, the commander-in-chief of the Blackguard had been online, constantly paying attention to the situation.
Therefore, Li Shouyi's voice was quickly transmitted to Zhang Hui's ears through a special microphone.
"General Zhang... What happened to him?"
Zhang Hui stared at the screen as he briefly explained the situation.
Li Shouyi listened and after a moment of silence, he said, "Since he is willing to let us see..."
"Then let's watch!"
Zhang Hui suddenly came to his senses.
Yes!
You can only see if he wants you to see it.
If he didn't want to, no matter how advanced the equipment was, it would be impossible to see his shadow.
So...
Zhang Hui immediately eliminated the few questions that he currently had in his mind.
In the end, there was only one thought in his mind.
"What does he want to use this opportunity to tell us?"
That was the only truth.
It was also the only possibility!
If not, how could these drones and cameras capture him?
Therefore, Zhang Hui remembered the origin of the Cross Slope, and his heart thumped.
"Commander-in-chief, what do you mean?" He asked carefully.
However, Li Shouyi had already quietly disconnected.
… …
Chu Wen drove his car and stopped in the alley at the end of the North Road.
He looked at the time.
It was 10: 40 pm!
The street lights in the alley flickered.
Buzz... Buzz...
There was the sound of electric current.
In the distance, the wild cat was howling in a low voice. Its cries were mournful.
Vaguely, there seemed to be an owl whimpering in the forest.
It was like the low cry of a malicious ghost who had died unjustly, like the wail of hell.
He opened the car door, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep puff.
"Damn it!" He shook his head. "I hope that guy didn't come!"
"Otherwise, it will be troublesome!"
As a transcendent being, he could feel that the cold spirit aura was slowly gathering towards the Cross Slope a few kilometers away.
At midnight, even if he stood in the alley of the North Road, he might encounter some unknown evil spirits.
In the transcendent being circle of the imperial capital, there was a legend.
It was said that there was once a lieutenant colonel who entered the Cross Slope at midnight.
The next day, his body was found in an underground dark room in Qilipu.
There were no wounds on the surface of his body.
He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with fear.
It was incomparably strange and terrifying.
In the following year, every single person who had seen that person's death had met with misfortune one after another.
Therefore, even the transcendent being did not dare to approach the Cross Slope.
It was too strange!
Fortunately, there was the Blackguard. Under the power of the Blackguard, even the evil spirits and ghosts of the Cross Slope had no choice but to lower their heads.
Therefore, as long as one did not enter the range of the Cross Slope after midnight.
Those things would not hurt people.
At most, they would encounter some little ghosts that accidentally wandered out.
With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked out of the alley.
His shiny leather boots stepped on the bluestone road.
Creak.
A shroud shop at the entrance of the alley suddenly opened.
A kind-looking old man with a walking stick looked at him with a smile.
Chu Wen quickly lowered his head and cupped his hands. "Hello, old man!"
"Young man..." the old man chuckled. "It's so late. You should go back early... This is not a place you can come to!"
Chu Wen sighed and cupped his hands. "Old man, I have no choice!"
"A friend came here. I'm worried that something might happen to him..."
The old man sighed. "Young man, listen to my advice and take care of yourself!"
Chu Wen listened to the old man's words and sighed helplessly. "How could I not know?"
"But there's no other way!"
However, the old man did not reply to him.
Chu Wen raised his head.
There was no old man in front of him, nor was there a shroud shop.
There were only pieces of paper money and a few white obituary notices floating in the wind.
He grabbed an obituary that floated in front of him and looked down. A photo of the old man appeared on it.
The old man in the black and white photo was dressed very appropriately and had a bright smile.
There were words under the obituary: "Unfilial men and women served inappropriately and brought disaster to the family. The old man was born on the eighth day of the seventh month in the year 2760 of the Republic Era and died on the eighth day of the ninth month in the winter of the Republic Era 2841. He lived for seventy-nine years and was ordered..."
Chu Wen felt his scalp go numb. Boundless terror rose from the bottom of his heart.
"Did I just... meet a ghost?"
Even a ghost advised him to go back.
So...
"Should I go back?" He hesitated.
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