Ling Ping'an looked at the tiny fireflies dancing in front of him.
Although he didn't quite understand why there were fireflies in winter?
Or were these little things not fireflies, but another kind of insect that could emit light?
But he was still very happy.
These little elves reminded him of the happy times when he was young with his friends.
They would cause trouble in the factory in the industrial park, catch cicadas in the back mountain of the park, and climb up the tree to dig out bird's nests.
Happy times always made people happy.
Therefore, he waved his hand and said to the little fellows, "Hurry up and go back!"
The little fellows seemed to be able to understand human language. They gradually flew into the depths of the forest and disappeared into the darkness.
Ling Ping'an stroked his cat and continued on his journey.
… …
Zhuang Qiu floated under a withered leaf.
There was a faint temperature on the dry withered leaf.
This made her inexplicably shocked and also extremely happy.
"What's wrong?" Her comrades and her soul could share emotions to a certain extent.
Therefore, they all felt Zhuang Qiu's sadness and joy.
"I..." Zhuang Qiu replied, "I can feel the temperature!"
When all her comrades heard this, they were happy.
"Qiu, really?"
They were extremely excited.
Ghosts couldn't casually enter the secular world.
Because humans and ghosts were different.
However, there was an exception.
That was, when a ghost had a little pure Yang fire.
With the help of the Yang fire, she or he could once again experience the world.
With the Yang fire, they wouldn't hurt others.
This also meant that this ghost had the possibility of becoming a human again!
Under the tide of the recovery of spirit aura, it was a process that turned the impossible into the possible.
Didn't they see that demons could transform into human form and even give birth to normal descendants with humans?
But...
Ghosts were special.
In the past two hundred years, only a very small number of ghosts could produce a little Yang fire from the extreme yin and cold, thus being accepted by the mortal world.
And there were zero examples of those who could cultivate a human form and live another life!
It was not only because the cultivation of ghosts was extremely difficult.
It was also because...
In the current world, there was no Underworld, nor did there exist Ox-head and Horse-face, the Ten Halls of Hell, or the Lord of Mount Tai.
It was extremely difficult for ghosts to even maintain their own bodies and control their rationality!
That was why there was a cross slope.
It was a dangerous place that was nurtured by conspiracies and prepared for disasters. However, it was unexpectedly suppressed by a great hero.
The Ghost Domain of the human world, the home of the undead!
Listening to the congratulations of his comrades.
But Zhuang Qiu did not feel any joy.
Instead, she was extremely nervous.
Her comrades naturally sensed her emotions.
"What's wrong?" they asked.
"That person just now …" Zhuang Qiu responded, "It's very likely that he's one of the reawakened lords of Hell …"
She recalled what she had seen in that fleeting glimpse.
Amidst the thin mist, the horn towered between heaven and earth, twisting and turning in all directions.
This was the divine power of the Lord of Hell!
The moment Zhuang Qiu saw it, she couldn't help but want to worship it.
This was the instinct of all ghosts.
It was their instinct to worship the God who ultimately ruled over their lives and deaths.
It was also an instinct engraved in the Divine Soul!
However …
Zhuang Qiu did not know who it was.
But … no matter who it was.
His appearance meant that the unowned land of the Cross Slope, the Realm of Ghosts that had stolen the authority of the Underworld, was likely to be taken back by him.
Furthermore …
All the ghosts living here, whether intentional or unintentional, might be held accountable.
The reason was very simple.
Nowadays, the owners of the houses in the human world had to collect rent.
Now, the owner of this place had returned.
So, for the past hundred years, should the residents who had moved in without applying pay some rent?
And they couldn't afford the rent!
If they couldn't afford the rent, they might be chased out.
Living on the streets!
Without the protection of the Cross Slope, once they were chased out, every ghost knew what kind of fate they would face?
They would be burned to death by the scorching sun fire!
Feeling the panic of his comrades.
Zhuang Qiu comforted them, "Don't be afraid, everyone..."
"I feel that... he should be a benevolent existence..."
"Otherwise... he could have crushed us all to death just now!"
As his comrades listened, they also recalled the experience just now.
The moment they approached that person.
All the spiritual power was instantly sucked out.
A huge repulsive force kept coming from the surrounding heaven and earth.
They were instantly suffocated and lost all their strength.
So …
Was he really a benevolent Divine Lord?
Would he forgive us? Right?
No one knew.
"Why don\'t..." someone suggested weakly, "Let\'s follow him... and take a look?"
Zhuang Qiu said, "Let\'s ask the higher-ups!"
So, she sent an application to the major through her soul body.
But this application was like a stone sinking into the sea.
The major did not reply.
That was impossible!
Unless …
It was disturbed!
Was he interfering?
As soon as this thought rose, Zhuang Qiu knew that it was not.
Because, in the depths of the Cross Slope.
Surging psionic power was disturbing.
That was the power of the formation. It came from the formation that had been set up in the depths of this land for more than a hundred years. It had long been closely connected to this yin soil.
The formation of the Yan Sheng School.
The people of the Yan Sheng School were back?
And the core of the formation was in the depths of the Cross Slope!
… …
Zhang Hui looked at the image sent back by the drone.
The entire land of the Cross Slope, a cold and gloomy aura quickly accumulated.
The formation from a hundred years ago was activated once again.
"These lunatics!" Zhang Hui sighed, "They really came!"
But thinking about it carefully, they had no choice but to come.
If they didn\'t come, they would be sitting ducks.
At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and felt a stench of decay approaching the Luming Villa at high speed.
"Ancestor of Witchcraft?" Zhang Hui pursed his lips, "So, you have already merged!"
"Then let me meet you!"
"This thing that is neither human nor ghost!"
So, he casually waved his hand and the magic sword fell into his palm.
Clang!
The magic sword was unsheathed!
The Yama Sword, which had been stained with the blood of the feathered fox, emitted layers of spiritual light.
In the next moment, his figure disappeared from the surveillance room.
That was the divine ability of the Book of Reason.
The high-level creature called the Yith was an expert in playing with time and space.
They had traveled back and forth in time and time, avoiding the pursuit of their natural enemies time and time again.
They, who were absolutely rational, naturally mastered the skills related to space.
One of them was the spatial divine ability that Zhang Hui had mastered now, the teleportation transposition.
Transposition with an object or creature whose coordinates had been bound.
In an instant, he could appear dozens of miles away.
In other words, his current cultivation level was not high.
If the experts of the Yith used it, they could even transposition with objects in the past or even the future.
Thus, in the timeline, they could avoid the pursuit of their natural enemies.
Thus, in just an instant, Zhang Hui appeared in the southern sky of the Luming Villa.
In his place, it was originally a drone.
The magic sword in his hand drooped slightly.
He looked at the figure that was speeding over.
Like a mummy, his entire body was wrapped in bandages, and his body emitted an endless stench. His face had long been gnawed by maggots, and he looked like a skeleton.
The third person on the Blackguard's Red Wanted List.
The ancestor of the Witchcraft Sect, Peng Chang!
Crime: Genocide, spreading the plague, conspiracy to rebel!
Crime: Year 2802 of the Republic era, instigating the Southern Tianzhu incident, 300,000 people died.
Year 2810 of the Republic era, attacking the Fragrant Mountain Autonomous Prefecture, causing 2,000 tourists to be poisoned to death.
Year 2832 of the Republic era, participating in the Chaos of the feathered fox in Osaka, causing tens of thousands of people to die and the entire city to be destroyed.
Year 2835 of the Republic era, supporting the North Kunlun rebel army, causing one million deaths and five million people to become homeless.
The Supreme Court of the Federal Empire tried in absentia, sentenced him to death, and deprived him of all power.
The Tianzhu Subcontinent Peace Committee tried him in absentia, sentenced him to death, and deprived him of all power.
The Kunlun State United Council pursued him forever.
However, this terrifying Lieutenant General of the Witchcraft Sect was too cunning.
Moreover, as an expert at playing with Gu worms, he had more than a dozen different spare tires.
If he killed one, he could be reborn from another spare tire.
In just a few years, he would be alive and kicking again.
Therefore, he was listed as the most dangerous enemy of the Federal Empire.
"Hehe..."
A few Gu worms crawled out of the eyes of the Witchcraft Ancestor with a foul smell.
His voice came from these Gu worms.
"Yama Sword..." He was quite surprised. "You actually didn't go to the Cross Slope?"
"You don't want the imperial capital anymore?"
Zhang Hui didn't answer him.
He only silently held the sword in his hand.
Last time in Fusang, he ran away.
This time, he couldn't be allowed to run away again!
… …
Ling Ping'an hugged his cat and walked on a cement road that was already covered in weeds.
This road looked like it had not been used for a long time.
Therefore, many of the roads had already cracked and weeds had grown.
In a wasteland not far away from the road, Ling Ping'an also saw an antique.
"Wow!" He walked over and looked at the abandoned lump of iron.
This heavy iron lump had been abandoned for who knew how long.
All the paint had fallen off and its body was covered in rust.
With a light pat, this thing even started to shake as if it could fall apart at any time.
Ling Ping'an found a nameplate at the front of the car.
"The Bison brand steam tractor of Northern Industries..." he looked at the nameplate and was filled with regret. "It's a pity that it's rotten!"
"If it was complete, the rich people outside would be willing to buy it for a few million!"
This thing was a symbol of the heyday of the heavy industry of the Federal Empire.
It was also the benchmark of the era of mechanized agriculture.
A hundred years ago, such heavy and neat tractors could be seen everywhere in the entire territory of the Empire, creaking as they pulled carts of goods on the road.
Now, this thing was an antique.
Many rich second generations were fighting to buy it.
Because this thing had a lot of horsepower and was full of power.
Moreover, it was a steam engine that burned coal.
Many people liked it.
Ling Ping'an went around to the back of the car and saw the boxes inside.
These wooden boxes had been eroded clean by the wind and rain.
However, the goods inside were still in good condition.
They looked like cans?
Ling Ping'an picked one up and put it in front of him. It was indeed a can.
There was the nameplate and record of the manufacturer on the can.
He looked at the blurry words on the nameplate.
"Cross Slope Industrial Park?"
"Date of production, Republic Era 2738?"
"More than a hundred years ago?" He frowned. "This used to be an industrial park?"
After thinking for a while, Ling Ping'an put down his cat, took his phone and searched the Cross Slope Industrial Park.
But he didn't find anything.
The entire network was clean.
He frowned. "What exactly is going on?"
He felt a little confused.
After pondering for a moment, he knew that the answer might be in the so-called Cross Slope Industrial Park.
Thus, he stepped forward and continued on his journey.
… …
Chu Wen held his phone and looked at the time. It was almost 12: 30 pm.
The Yin Qi on the stone arch bridge at midnight was getting worse.
Suddenly, an alarm bell rang in his psionic sense.
He raised his head and saw that in the darkness on the other side of the bridge, the Yin and cold spirit energy was constantly rolling.
In the shadows, the shadows of ghosts and evil spirits appeared.
He didn't have time to react.
A few dim ghosts rushed over from the opposite side.
"Living..." one of the ghosts saw him, and a strange color appeared in its pale eyes. "Aren't you going to run?"
"Why should I run?" Chu Wen asked subconsciously.
The ghost didn't have time to answer.
A large net fell from the sky!
"Trying to run?" In the darkness, a figure wearing a black robe slowly appeared.
"Obediently become the raw material of our spells!"
He gently pulled the net, and all the ghosts were wrapped up in it.
Mournful wails echoed in the net.
Chu Wen's entire body trembled.
Black robe...
A terrifying term emerged from the bottom of his heart.
Yan Sheng school!
The top ten dangerous people on the federal empire's wanted list.
If he found any member of the Yan Sheng school and reported it to the blackguard, he would get a thousand points! If he really captured and killed them, he would get an additional five thousand points!
And...
To be chased by the blackguard like this.
The people of the Yan Sheng school were naturally extremely dangerous.
"Oh!" The figure under the black robe looked at Chu Wen. "There's actually a living person!"
He stretched out his finger and tapped lightly.
Chu Wen fainted in fear.
The figure walked over and picked up Chu Wen.
"You're unlucky!"
"I happen to need to refine a magic weapon. I'm missing some living souls!"
He carried Chu Wen and jumped to the other side of the bridge.
… …
After about ten minutes, Ling Ping'an finally walked out of the small path and came to a two-lane road.
He took out his phone and looked at the time.
It was already 12: 30 pm.
Half an hour had passed!
"It shouldn't be far, right?" He thought and continued to move forward. After a few steps, he saw a few fireflies floating in the wilderness in the distance.
In the shadows, he also saw a figure who seemed to be chasing after those little things.
He was still cursing and swearing.
He didn't know what he was saying.
Ling Ping'an pursed his lips.
"Did I meet a lunatic?" He thought and slowly walked over.
He ran to such a place in the middle of the night and chased after fireflies to catch them.
There were only two kinds of people who would do such a thing.
The first was a lunatic.
The second was a fool who was high on drugs.
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