Ling Pingan looked at the tiny fireflies flying in front of him.

Why there were fireflies in the winter? He didn't quite understand.

Or were these little things actually not fireflies, but another type of insect that could emit light?

But he was still very happy.

These little elves reminded him of the happy times he had with his friends when he was young.

He caused trouble in the factory building of the industrial park, caught the cicada in the mountain behind the park, and climbed up a tree to dig out the bird's nest.

Those lovely memories always made people happy.

Therefore, he waved his hand and said to the little ones, "Go back quickly!"

The little ones seemed to understand human language. They gradually flew into the depths of the forest and disappeared into the darkness.

Ling Pingan stroked his cat and continued on his journey.

... ..

Zhuang Qiu floated under a withered leaf.

There was a faint warmth on the withered leaf.

This shocked her and made her extremely happy.

"What's wrong?" Her comrades and her soul could share emotions to a certain extent.

Hence, they could feel Zhuang Qiu's sadness and joy.

"I..." Zhuang Qiu replied, "I can feel the temperature!"

All of their comrades were happy when they heard this.

"Qiu, really?"

They were extremely excited.

Ghosts could not enter the secular world casually.

Because humans and ghosts were different.

However, there was an exception.

That was when a ghost had a bit of pure Yang Fire.

With this Yang Fire, she or he could experience all kinds of things in the world again.

With Yang Fire, they wouldn't be able to hurt others easily.

This also meant that this ghost had the possibility of becoming a human again!

Under the wave of the recovery of spirit aura, it was the process of turning the impossible into the possible.

Didn't you see that demons could turn into human forms and even give birth to normal offspring with humans?

However..

Ghosts were special.

In the past two hundred years, very few ghosts were able to cultivate a little bit of Yang Fire from the extreme Yin and extreme cold, which was accepted by the mortal world.

And the number of people who were able to transform into human form and live another life was zero!

It was not only because the cultivation of ghosts was extremely difficult.

It was also because..

In the current world, there was no underworld and no Hades or lord of Mount Tai.

It was extremely difficult for ghosts to even maintain their bodies and control their rationality!

That was why there was the cross slope.

A dangerous place that grew out of a conspiracy and prepared for a disaster, but unexpectedly sacrificed itself to suppress a great hero.

The ghost realm of the human world, the home of the undead!

As she listened to her comrades' congratulations, Zhuang Qiu did not feel any joy.

On the contrary, she was extremely nervous.

Her comrades naturally felt her emotions.

"What's wrong?" They asked.

"That person just now." Zhuang Qiu replied, "It's very likely that he's some revived lord of the underworld..."

She recalled what she saw in that brief glimpse.

In the thin fog, there was a single horn that could hold up the sky and the earth, and it was curved in all directions.

That was the true divine power of the Lord of the Underworld!

The moment he saw it, Zhuang Qiu could not help but want to worship it.

This was the instinct of all ghosts.

The instinct to worship the god who ultimately controlled the cycle of their life and death.

It was also the instinct carved in the God's soul!

It was just that..

Zhuang Qiu did not know who it was exactly.

But... no matter which one it was.

His appearance meant that the unowned land of the cross slope, the ghost domain on the ground that had stolen the authority of Hell, was very likely to be taken back by it.

Even..

All the ghosts living here, whether intentionally or unintentionally, could be held accountable.

The reason was very simple.

Nowadays, the owners of houses in the human world had to collect rent.

Now, the owner of this place had returned.

So, for the past 100 years, the residents who had moved in without applying, should they pay some rent?

And they couldn't pay the rent!

If they couldn't afford the rent, they might be driven out.

They would be living on the streets!

Without the protection of the cross slope, once they were driven out, every ghost knew what would happen to them?

They would be burned to death by the scorching sun!

They felt the panic of their comrades.

Zhuang Qu comforted them, "Don't be afraid..."

"I feel like... He should be merciful..."

"Otherwise... he could have crushed us all to death just now!"

As the comrades listened, they also recalled the experience just now.

The moment they got close to that person.

All the spirit power was instantly sucked out.

The surrounding heaven and earth constantly emitted a huge repulsive force.

They were instantly suffocated and lost all their strength.

So..

Was he really a merciful divine lord?

He would forgive us, right?

No one knew.

"How about..." Someone suggested weakly, "Let's follow him and see?"

Zhuang Qiu said, "Ask your superior!"

So, she sent an application to the major through her soul.

But this application was like a stone sinking into the sea.

The major did not reply.

This was impossible!

Unless..

It was being interfered with!

It was he who was interfering?

The moment this thought arose, Zhuang Qiu knew that it was not.

Because, in the depths of the cross slope.

Surging psionic power was being disturbed.

That was the strength of the formation. It came from the formation that had been set up in the depths of this piece of land for more than a hundred years and had long been closely linked to this piece of Yin soil.

The formation of the Yan Sheng Sect.

The people of the Yan Sheng Sect had returned?

And the core of the formation was in the depths of the cross slope!

... ..

Zhang Hui looked at the image that the drone had sent back.

The entire land of the cross slope had a gloomy and cold aura that was rapidly accumulating.

The formation from a hundred years ago had been 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 did not come now, they would be sitting ducks.

At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and felt a rotten stench approaching Lu Ming Villa at high speed.

"Voodoo sect elder?" Zhang Hui pursed his lips: "So, the two of you have already converged!"

"Then let me have a go at you!"

"This thing that is neither human nor ghost!"

Thus, he casually waved his hand, and the magic sword fell into his palm.

Clang!

The Magic Sword was unsheathed!

Layers of spiritual light spread out on the Yama sword that had once been stained with the blood of the feathered fox.

In the next moment, his figure disappeared from the monitoring room.

This was a divine ability from the book of reason.

A high-level creature named ISS was an expert in playing with time and space.

They had been moving back and forth between time lines time and time again, evading the pursuit of their natural enemies time and time again.

Being absolutely rational, they had naturally mastered the techniques related to space.

One of them was the spatial divine ability that Zhang Hui had mastered -- transposition.

Transposition oneself with an object or creature that was bound to a coordinate.

In an instant, he could appear dozens of miles away.

That was to say, his current cultivation level was not high.

If an expert from the Isles used it, he could transpose himself with objects from the past or even the future.

In the same timeline, he could avoid the pursuit of his natural enemies.

Thus, in an instant, Zhang Hui appeared in the southern sky of the Lu Ming Villa.

A drone was left at his original location.

The magic sword in his hand was slightly lowered.

He looked at the figure that was speeding over.

He was like a mummy, his entire body was wrapped in bandages, and his body was emitting an endless stench. His face had long been eaten up by maggots, and he looked like a skeleton.

Blackguard Red Wanted Order No. 3.

Voodoo sect elder Peng Chang!

Crimes: genocide, spreading plague, conspiracy and rebellion!

Criminal activity:

In the year 2802 of the Republic era, instigation of the Southern India incident, causing the death of 300,000 people.

In the year 2810 of the Republic era, an attack on the Xiangshan Autonomous Prefecture, causing 2,000 tourists to be poisoned to death.

In the year 2832 of the Republic era, involvement in the Osaka Feather Coat Fox riot, causing tens of thousands of people to die, and the destruction of the entire city.

In the year 2835 of the Republic era, supporting the northern Kunlun rebels, causing one million deaths and five million people to be displaced.

The Supreme Court of the Federal Empire sentenced him to death in absentia and deprived him of all rights.

The Peace Council of the Indian subcontinent sentenced him to death in absentia and deprived him of all rights.

The Joint Council of Kunlun State pursued him permanently.

However, this terrifying vice general of the witchcraft was too cunning.

Moreover, as an expert in playing with Gu Worms, he had more than ten different backup plans.

If he killed one, he could be reborn from another backup plan.

In just a few years, he would be able to jump around again.

Therefore, he was listed as the most dangerous enemy of the Federal Empire.

"Keke..."

A few Gu Worms crawled out from the eye sockets of the foul-smelling voodoo sect elder.

His voice came from these Gu Worms.

"Yanluo Sword..." He was quite surprised. "You didn't go to the cross slope?"

"You don't want the imperial capital anymore?"

Zhang Hui didn't answer him.

He just silently raised the sword in his hand.

The last time in Fusang, he told him to run away.

This time, he couldn't let him run away again!

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..

Ling Pingan carried his cat and walked on a cement road that was already covered with weeds.

It seemed that no one had walked this road for a long time.

Therefore, many of the roads had cracked open and weeds had grown out.

In a wasteland not far from the road, Ling Pingan saw an antique.

"Wow!" He walked over and sized up the abandoned metal lump.

This heavy metal lump had been abandoned for an unknown period of time.

All the paint had fallen off, and its body was covered in rust.

With a light pat, this thing started to shake, as if it could fall apart at any time.

Ling Pingan found a nameplate at the front of the car.

"It's a Bison brand steam tractor from Northern Industry..." He looked at the nameplate and felt extremely regretful. "It's a pity that it's rotten!"

"If it's complete, the nouveau riche outside would be willing to buy it for a few million each!"

This thing was the symbol of the peak period of the Federal Empire's heavy industry.

It was also the benchmark of the era of mechanized agriculture.

A hundred years ago, this kind of heavy and neat tractor could be seen everywhere in the entire empire. It was dragging carts of goods along the road.

Nowadays, these things were all antiques.

Many scions of rich families were competing to buy them.

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 Pingan went around to the back of the car and saw the cargo boxes in the carriage.

These wooden cargo boxes had been completely eroded by the wind and rain.

The goods inside were still in good condition.

It seemed to be canned food?

Ling Pingan picked one up and looked at it. It was indeed canned food.

There was the manufacturer's nameplate and records on the canned food.

He looked at the blurry words on the nameplate.

"Cross Slope Industrial Park?"

"Production date, Republic era 2738?"

"More than a hundred years ago?" He frowned. "This used to be an industrial park?"

After some thought, Ling Pingan put down his cat, took out his phone, and searched for Cross Slope Industrial Park.

But he didn't find anything.

The entire network was clean.

He frowned. "What's going on?"

He felt that he couldn't understand.

He pondered for a moment. He knew that the answer might be in the so-called Cross Slope Industrial Park.

Thus, he took a step forward and continued on his journey.

... ... ..

Chu Wen held his phone and looked at the time. It was almost 12:30pm.

The Yin Aura on the stone arch bridge at midnight was getting more and more serious.

Suddenly, in his psionic sense, the alarm bell rang.

He raised his head and saw that in the darkness on the other side of the bridge, the cold and gloomy spirit aura was constantly rolling.

In the shadows, ghosts and evil shadows appeared.

He didn't have time to react.

A few dim ghosts rushed over from the other side.

"Stranger..." One of the ghosts saw him, and its pale eyes revealed a strange color. "Aren't you going to run?"

"Run for what?" Chu Wen asked subconsciously.

The ghost didn't have time to answer.

A huge net fell from the sky!

"You want to run?" In the darkness, a figure wearing a black robe slowly appeared.

"Be a good girl and become our magic art material!"

He gently pulled the huge net, and all the ghosts were swept up.

A mournful wail echoed in the net.

Chu Wen's body trembled.

A black robe..

A terrifying term appeared in his heart.

Yan Sheng sect!

One of the top ten dangerous people on the Federal Empire's wanted list.

By discovering and reporting any member of the Yan Sheng sect to the Blackguard, one would receive 1,000 points! If they were captured and killed, one would receive an additional 5,000 points!

And..

To be pursued by the blackguard like this...

The people of the Yan Sheng sect were naturally extremely dangerous.

"Hoho!" The figure under the black robe looked at Chu Wen. "There's actually a living person!"

He stretched out his finger and lightly tapped.

Chu Wen fainted from the fear.

The figure walked over and lifted Chu Wen up.

"You're unlucky!"

"I just happen to need to refine a magic artifact. I'm lacking some living souls!"

He carried Chu Wen and jumped to the other side of the bridge.

..

After about ten minutes, Ling Pingan finally walked out of the small road and came to a two-lane road.

He took out his phone and looked at the time.

It was already 12:30 am.

Half an hour had passed!

"It shouldn't be too far, right?" He thought and continued to move forward. After a few steps, he saw a few fireflies floating in the distant wilderness.

In the shadows, he also saw a figure that seemed to be chasing after those little things.

He was still cursing.

He didn't know what he was saying.

Ling Pingan pursed his lips.

"Did I meet a madman?" He thought and slowly walked over.

In the middle of the night, he ran to such a place and chased after the fireflies.

Only two kinds of people would do such a thing.

The first kind would be the insane.

The second kind would be those drug-addled idiots.