Following Zhuang Qiu, Zhang Hui stepped into the elevator of this haunted house.
He was surprised to see the elevator.
"There's an elevator in Hell too?"
Zhuang Qiu explained with a smile, "This is just a concrete elevator …"
"In essence, this is an instinctive reaction of the Underworld. It is a product of fine tuning after going through my consciousness as the City God …"
"It can take us to any corner of the Underworld!"
"Just think of it as a kind of teleportation spell!"
As Zhang Hui listened, he had a preliminary idea.
At this time, the elevator stopped at the eighth floor.
The elevator door opened.
In front of him were many partitioned rooms. These rooms were hazy and shrouded in the Yin energy of the netherworld, making it impossible to see clearly.
When Zhang Hui walked past.
The sound of claws scratching and stabbing against the walls could be heard from these partitioned rooms.
"There are tens of thousands of evil spirits imprisoned here …"
"They were originally suppressed in the Underworld by Mister …"
"Now, I've moved it to this place …"
To her, this was a very simple matter.
The City God was the master of the underworld.
Naturally, he could choose to renovate his house, move the furniture, and redesign certain facilities.
Zhuang Qiu was an ancient person from a hundred years ago.
But she had always been communicating with the modern world.
She had come into contact with the popular internet culture and even live broadcasts.
Naturally, after she became the City God, everything in the Netherworld would be shaped according to her heart's desire.
Under the influence of modern consciousness and culture, the Underworld naturally changed.
And this was the authority of God!
Even if he was only a Follower God under the Lord of Mount Tai Prefect, there were some things that he didn't need to learn to possess.
This was the power of the gods.
I think, therefore I am.
Thus, the power moved with the heart, and with a thought, the divine ability was born.
In the Underworld, the Nether God was the sky and the earth!
Zhang Hui didn't understand these things, so he was naturally amazed.
"Then … Xiao Zhuang … No … Zhuang City God …" He asked, "Can you explain it to me?"
Zhuang Qiu shook her head and said, "There are many things that I don't understand …"
She did not become a City God through cultivation.
It didn't have any great power.
This mighty power was bestowed by external forces.
Naturally, there were many things that he did not understand. For a while, he did not even know why.
He only vaguely knew what he could and could not do.
But why?
That was unclear.
She tried her best to think about it. Then, she used the thoughts she could feel to explain to Zhang Hui, "You can probably think of the Underworld as a network system …"
"The Lord of Mount Tai Prefect is the provider of this network …"
"He has now increased my authority and set me as the administrator of the Imperial Capital's division …"
"It's possible to mute certain users, which is to imprison them. It's also possible to take even harsher measures against them, such as unplugging their internet cables or prohibiting them from accessing the internet … These are all the various punishments of Hell …"
As she spoke, she brought Zhang Hui to the deepest part of the building.
Zhuang Qiu came to a modern-looking office and knocked on the door. "Sir … General Zhang Hui is here!"
"Please come in!" A cold voice came from behind the door.
And the door opened.
Zhang Hui looked inside and found that there was no one in the room.
It seemed to be the server of a large Internet company.
Huge boxes stood in great numbers.
It was soaked with dense Netherworld spiritual energy.
The density of the spiritual energy was so high that it turned into water.
And in this water, a shadow wandered and wandered.
"General Zhang …" the shadow said slowly, "I've embarrassed myself!"
Zhang Hui looked at it and did not understand. He went forward and asked, "Sir, what's wrong?"
The shadow sighed. "The Underworld and the Blue Sky Underworld Formation at the foot of the cross slope have long since fused with each other …"
"In a sense, I have become the spirit of the Blue Sky Underworld Formation and the gatekeeper of this Underworld …"
"If it wasn't for Xiao Zhuang being promoted to the City God …"
"I'm afraid that sooner or later, I will lose my mind and become an unintelligent spirit that purely follows the will of the Blue Sky Underworld and the Underworld!"
Zhang Hui listened and fell silent.
This was something that the Blackguard had discovered a long time ago.
As time passed, the amount of time Mister spent awake each day was decreasing.
Moreover, he would often fall into a deep sleep.
After analysis, the Blackguard knew that Mister was being assimilated by the Underworld Formation and the Blue Sky Underworld Formation.
His mind was gradually assimilated.
However, this matter had always been hidden by the Blackguard.
Because they did not have the ability to solve this problem.
They also did not dare to face the fact that the spirit of this martyr who had died a hundred years ago was getting weaker day by day.
However, the shadow laughed. "General Zhang … Actually, I already knew this result …"
"I should have died a long time ago …"
"To be able to continue living in the state of a soul, it's a gain no matter what!"
"Haha!"
Listening to Mister's hearty laughter.
Zhang Hui didn't feel good at all.
Were ghosts really considered alive?
They couldn't feel the temperature, and they had to fight against their desire to live at all times to prevent themselves from going crazy and turning into evil ghosts that harmed people.
They also had to pay attention to the replenishment of the Yang energy in their soul body at all times.
Otherwise, if they were not careful, their soul body would be frozen by the Yin energy and turn into an ice sculpture.
This was also the reason why ghosts would hurt people even if they were kind.
They would involuntarily and instinctively absorb the Yang energy and life of the living.
Other than that, every time the Yang energy flourished, the ghosts would be roasted by the Yang fire. They could only hide in the depths of the Underworld Earth of the cross slope to avoid the burning of the Yang fire.
And at midnight, when the Yin energy was abundant, they would be attacked by the bone-piercing Yin energy.
At the same time, they would recall the pain of death.
In pain and suffering, they would wait for dawn.
They would strive to be able to shine on the sun at dawn.
However …
This kind of thing was very dangerous.
If they were the slightest bit careless, they would be ignited by the sun fire.
Although there were few cases of souls being destroyed, there were many people who had their rationality burned away and turned into mindless ghosts.
Therefore, the heroic spirits that could survive in the cross slope until now were all warriors who had defeated themselves and the heavens.
Thinking of this, Zhang Hui asked respectfully, "Mister, how did you become like this?"
The shadow that was soaked in the netherworld water chuckled, "Actually, I'm still the same as before …"
"My soul is connected to the Underworld Earth and the Yellow Springs Formation …"
"However, Little Zhuang became the City God …"
"Therefore, in her tomb, I became an existence that you can understand …"
"A server …"
Zhuang Qiu also said, "I was bestowed by the Prefect and became the City God …"
"Although I'm an agent, I can also appoint some important aides …"
"So I granted you the position of a judge …"
"Because of what I know …"
"And because of the system of the modern world …"
"I'm the king who rules from the throne … and you're the Prime Minister of the cabinet who actually governs and presides over the overall situation!"
Zhang Hui's eyes burned as he listened, as if he had caught the main point.
He looked at Zhuang Qiu's small face and asked, "So … this is why you said that even if the Prefect of Mount Tai returns … it won't be the Prefect of Mount Tai anymore?"
Zhuang Qiu nodded, "Yin Si is an existence that is closely interdependent with the modern world …"
"Yin Si is the mirror of the modern world. Everything in the modern world will reflect Yin Si …"
"Therefore, the Prefect of Mount Tai was called Uncle Ghost in the pre-Qin era …"
"And after the Han, it was the Prefect …"
"Until the final chaos …"
"The so-called Uncle Ghost was the Fang Bo of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties …"
"And the so-called Prefect was the governor of the Han Dynasty, the governor of the province!"
"Even the Federal Empire, the Emperor of the Heavens, appointed the virtuous …"
"Naturally, Yin Si will also reflect …"
She said seriously, "This is the rule!"
"It can't be changed!"
"Now, I can appoint Sir because the Underworld hasn't completely reflected reality …"
"In a few years, I feel that the judges and supervisors of the Underworld … will also be like the modern world …"
"There will be the Gonghe and Datong factions …"
"The Council of Ministers …"
"Maybe there will even be elections …"
Zhang Hui was dumbfounded when he heard this.
He never thought that Yin Si would be like this.
Therefore, he quickly thought of something.
"Then, will the Underworld of the Land of Qin and Kunlun State also have such a change?"
Zhuang Qiu shook her head, "I'm not sure about that …"
"Perhaps, they have another set of rules …"
"I can feel it …"
"Under the yellow sand, the sleeping jackal-headed ghost god is breathing the smell of the desert …"
"I can feel it …"
"Under Mount Aspilin, the surging Nether River is slapping against the Aegean Sea …"
"I can feel it too …"
"The ghost god that has transformed into countless flies, flying in the gap between the modern world and the Underworld …"
"And in that huge pit, the nine-headed lizard that is bound by shackles is slowly breathing the sin and evil of the human world …"
"They might be the same as us … Or they might be different …"
"But … I know that they will act according to the rules!"
"The rules that have been established long ago …"
"The anchors that build existence, the cornerstones that maintain balance!"
Zhang Hui's eyes were shining as he listened.
He felt that this information might be able to provide huge benefits to the Federal Empire!
He heard the mister floating under the Netherworld Water say, "General, I specially asked Xiao Zhuang to invite you over this time because I have something to tell you …"
Zhang Hui hurriedly said, "Mister, please speak!"
The mister said, "Now that the City God has been established, I have been ordered by the City God to serve as a judge!"
"From now on, the dead in the imperial capital, if there are any wandering souls, will be dealt with by us …"
"I hope that I can obtain the authorization of the Federal Empire's cabinet and the Council of Ministers, especially the Emperor!"
"Huh?" Zhang Hui didn't understand.
When did the legendary Yin Si need the approval of the world of the living?
Wasn't the government of the world of the living an eraser?
He heard the mister say, "This is the rule!"
"At first, I was as stunned as the general!"
"But … I thought it through later …"
"General Zhang … you should know that the myths that are invading the Federal Empire now … are mainly the myths of the mountains and seas …"
"And in the myths of the mountains and seas …"
"The Emperor is also the Celestial Emperor!"
"He controls the laws of heaven and controls life and death!"
"The gods are conferred above, and the underworld is pardoned below!"
"The underworld is just the eagle and dog of the Emperor!"
"So …" the mister laughed, "Although we are officials of the underworld …"
"But … we are still colleagues!"
"This City God of the underworld can also become a department of the underworld under the Blackguard!"
"Formulate the laws of the underworld to match the morals, laws, and systems of the world of the living …"
"That is what we are going to do next!"
The mister's voice suddenly rose, and he said excitedly, "General …"
"Emperor Taizu once established the foundation of the Federal Empire's prosperity for three hundred years with the banner of 'the Heavens listen to our people, and the Heavens see our people'!"
"Now, the mission of our generation …"
He didn't need to say anymore.
Zhang Hui immediately understood!
His eyes were brimming with energy, and he was excited like never before.
Emperor Taizu swept through the world and then set the ancestral system of ruling from the top after three generations of political training.
When he was still alive, he had already planned the path for the next hundred years.
Taizong and Gaozong took over the baton one after another and inherited Taizu's will. Finally, the Federal Empire smoothly transitioned to the era of constitutional government.
In the era of constitutional government, the stories of emperors, generals, and ministers gradually withered.
The era that belonged to the commoners began.
From then on, the Federal Empire ushered in an era of rapid development.
In the great debates, the theoretical world of the Empire continued to advance.
The Gonghe party, the Datong party, and the cabinet stood on equal footing.
There was also the Supreme Court and the Council of Ministers to balance the three.
In the past three hundred years, even the recovery of spirit aura had not hindered the development of the country and the progress of technology.
Now, when the mister mentioned Taizu.
Zhang Hui's heart began to pound.
Because the Blackguard had a common ideal and pursuit.
However, only the Blackguard would know the ideal.
That ideal was …
Even God … had to abide by the law!
Even the so-called Living Buddha had to be approved by the country before he could reincarnate.
Otherwise, it would be illegal.
To strip away the title, take back the dojo, cut off the sacrifices and faith, and completely suppress it!
It was under the guidance of this ideal that the Blackguard forbade all acts of using magic in unauthorized situations.
It also forcefully restricted people or foreign species who cultivated without permission.
In the Federal Empire, since the recovery of spirit aura.
It was illegal to cultivate without permission, and one might face charges and prosecution.
And to use magic in public without permission.
It was a crime!
However …
As the concentration of the recovery of spirit aura continued to rise.
The Blackguard also gradually found it difficult to do so.
Not to mention the external threats, the transcendent being families and even the descendants of the immortals and gods who were protected by the immortals and gods were already a little too big to deal with.
There were only about twenty generals in active service in the Blackguard.
However, in the territory of the Federal Empire, the number of generals, experts, and descendants of immortals and gods in the transcendent being families had probably already exceeded a hundred!
In private, there were countless so-called patriarchs in various blessed lands and grotto-heavens, using the 'Inedia Holding Breath Technique' taught by the immortals and gods, waiting for the concentration of spirit aura to rise to the point where they could advance further, break through the shackles, make their blood and qi boil again, and extend their lifespan.
This was the reason why Zhang Hui was hostile to those transcendent being families.
In his eyes, this was the precursor to the rise of the Wei Bo Ya Soldiers!
As long as there was a chance, how could the powerful people be controlled by the Blackguard again?
Decades ago, a few transcendent being families paid together to hire many martial arts writers, setting off a martial arts craze.
In those novels.
The heroes must be local experts, eager for justice, and have the world in their hearts.
And the villains were mostly the Brocade-clan Guards and the East Faction Guards.
In the books, the heroes denounced the 'imperial court's dogs' and boasted that they were worried about the country and the people.
But in reality?
Xiang Zhuangwu's sword intent was only in Pei Gong!
Fortunately, this situation was extinguished by the rise of the Internet later.
Compared to martial arts, young people obviously preferred their own way of telling stories.
The rise of online literature.
Especially the rise of historical literature, it swept away the previous setting that the imperial court's dogs were definitely the villains.
On the contrary, the so-called 'heroes' of the local area were all trampled into the soil.
The Donglin party, which was once a decent faction, was trampled on ten thousand times by the online writers and spat on millions of mouthfuls of saliva!
And now …
If the country could control the netherworld, or even go one step further, control the immortals and gods, and kill and seize the immortals and gods.
Then …
Perhaps, the Gonghe party's pursuit of an era where everyone was like a dragon was not just a dream!
And the Great Harmony of the world that the Datong party pursued also had a realistic foundation that could be realized!
After taking a deep breath, Zhang Hui bowed to the old man. "Sir, I will immediately report this matter to the commander-in-chief and discuss it with the Emperor and the cabinet ministers..."
Zhang Hui knew that if the master or Xiao Zhuang had selfish motives.
They could completely hide it from him and the Federal Empire.
They could build the netherworld into their private land.
They could even use the authority of the netherworld to coerce and lure, riding on the head of the Yang Shi and taking whatever they wanted.
But they didn't!
This was a noble character and unquestionable integrity!
It was also self-sacrifice!
"Yes!" The master said, "There's one more thing..."
"This time, the attack of the Yan Sheng sect... caused a large number of suppressed evil spirits to take the opportunity to escape..."
"Although most of them were captured by the people of the Yan Sheng sect..."
"But a small number escaped into the imperial capital..."
"The Blackguard must be careful!"
"Those are all evil spirits that have gone crazy from hunger! They have no rationality to speak of! "
"Kill them if you find them!"
Zhang Hui nodded. "Understood!"
He had done this kind of thing many times.
He thought for a moment, cupped his hands to Zhuang Qiu beside him, and asked, "Mayor Zhuang..."
"There's something that I want to ask you..."
"Legend has it that the netherworld has a Book of Life and Death, which records the life and death of mortals..."
Zhuang Qiu laughed when he heard this, like a flower blooming in the middle of the night.
"General..."
"There's never been a Book of Life and Death..."
"At least, I don't know of such a thing..."
"There's no such thing in the authority that the prefect gave me!"
"In fact... all living beings in the world are free... How can there be something that can stipulate when someone will live and die?"
"This kind of thing is like the manufacturer's manual..."
"Other than the manufacturer, who can make such a rule?"
"So, if there really is something like the Book of Life and Death..."
"Then, that world should be man-made!"
"Everything in the world is shaped by the almighty for a certain reason..."
"Only in this way can it be like a program, with the fate of birth, old age, illness, and death!"
Zhuang Qiu thought for a moment and explained, "To tell you the truth... Not only can we not predict life and death... Even after a person dies and turns into a ghost, we can't control it at any time!"
"So, we still need the cooperation of the Blackguard and the Federal Empire!"
"So that when we discover that someone's soul did not dissipate naturally but turned into a ghost, we can bring it back to this place... to prevent it from causing harm to the world of the living!"
Zhang Hui listened and nodded.
That was normal. That was the real world.
If there really was something like the Book of Life and Death...
Then, Zhang Hui knew that he would destroy it at all costs!
Because...
The people of the Federal Empire did not need something that controlled their own fate!
Even if this thing was a divine artifact or even a dao artifact formed from rules.
It had to be smashed and destroyed!
My fate is up to me, not the heavens!
How could it be decided by the immortals and gods?
… …
As he drove, the driver caught a glimpse of a person running wildly on the road in the middle of the night from the corner of his eye.
It was as if something was chasing behind him.
The driver couldn't help but look back.
He saw an evil spirit with blood flowing from its seven orifices and its eyeballs falling off its nose. It was chasing after that person at high speed.
The driver looked at it and was shocked. He couldn't help but slam on the brakes.
At the same time, he honked the horn.
Beep!
When the evil spirit heard the sound, it immediately turned its head and looked at the car that came to this street late at night.
Its tongue stuck out and grew longer and longer.
"A living person... A living person..."
It floated over.
The driver was scared out of his wits.
"My life is over!"
But...
"Ah!" The moment the evil spirit approached the car.
In the car, a golden light flashed.
It was like a sharp sword crossing the sky.
It was like the roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger.
The evil spirit was like ice and snow encountering the sun. It turned into a wisp of green smoke and evaporated completely in the blink of an eye.
Only a pile of green ashes was left on the ground.
The driver patted his chest. "I almost forgot..."
"The deities have blessed my car!"
"What a deity!"
He opened the car door and looked at the ashes on the ground.
It was just a thin puddle.
It looked like paper ash, but it gave off an unreal feeling.
At this moment, a few men in black jumped down from the roofs of buildings.
They looked at the driver and then at the pile of ashes on the ground.
After a moment of confusion, someone came over and took out their credentials. "Hello, we are the officers of the Federal Empire who deal with special affairs..."
… …
Ling Ping'an took a shower and slowly walked to the chair. He leaned against the chair and looked at the scenery outside the window.
It was almost four o'clock now.
The Luming Villa was quiet. There was no one there.
He casually picked up a book that looked a little simple and unadorned.
With just one glance, he laughed. "Clear Weather in the Near Rain?"
"This royal family is quite good at it..."
"I estimate that tens of thousands of sets have been printed. Everyone has a copy..."
He opened it and found that the pages were a little yellow. It looked like someone had carefully wrapped it with a film of some kind of material.
The words inside were graceful and elegant, round and charming. Some of them were in regular script, some flowed and some stopped, and some stopped and some flowed.
It was incomparably pleasant to look at!
"The old technology is good!" He praised.
As for the real work here?
He wouldn't believe it!
The Clear Weather in the Near Rain was a national treasure!
How could it appear here?
It was just a photocopy used by the royal family to decorate their appearance, right?
However...
Even if it was a fake, it was still an extremely rare item.
After all, the works of the Master of Calligraphy were extremely rare.
Ling Ping'an held it and slowly leaned against the chair, falling asleep.
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