Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I created three thousand demon realms.

A delicate little girl, as pretty as a porcelain doll, skipped over, carrying what looked like a ball in her hand.

When the little girl got closer, Su Ye realized that it wasn't a ball at all, but a human head.

"Damn it!!" Su Ye spat out a single word, his body moving uncontrollably toward the little girl.

"Uncle, come play with me." The little girl smiled innocently, tilting her head to look at Su Ye, her head almost falling off.

Blood was flowing from both eyes.

Su Ye felt a chill run down his spine, but what terrified him most was that his body was completely immobile, or rather, it wouldn't obey his commands at all.

bang bang bang! ! !
The sound of something like playing basketball rang out.

Su Ye swallowed hard, watching the little girl bounce the human head ball in her hand, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "Uncle has something to do. Let go of Uncle first, and Uncle will play with you from now on, okay?"

"Uncle, are you lying to me?" The little girl looked at Su Ye, her body radiating endless malice.

Malice towards the living.

A golden fireball struck the little girl directly.

Su Ye felt that he had regained control of his body.

A figure appeared behind Su Ye.

Lu Xihe!!!
"I almost died." Su Ye exhaled a breath of stale air, looking at the little girl enveloped in the golden true fire of the sun, and said with some lingering fear.

If Lu Xihe had arrived any later, he probably would have been dead already.

"Brother Su, you really need to improve your strength," Lu Xihe said to Su Ye.

"Well, isn't it you guys again?" Su Ye scratched his head and said slowly, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The golden flames slowly burned out.

The little girl's figure also disappeared from Lu Xihe and Su Ye's sight.

"It's resolved," Su Ye asked Lu Xihe.

Lu Xihe nodded.

The sun is naturally designed to subdue ghosts, and Lu Xihe wields the true fire of the sun, making his ability to subdue these ghosts all the more obvious.

"That's good." Su Ye nodded. If the problem hadn't been solved, Su Ye probably wouldn't have dared to sleep.

"Brother Su, where did you come across this thing?" Lu Xihe asked Su Ye curiously.

This thing couldn't possibly appear in the ninth inning.

Unless it wants to die.

"It's in that village where someone died yesterday. I went there to investigate, and that's when I discovered this thing was following me," Su Ye said in a deep voice.

"Is this the problem with that village?" Lu Xihe said slowly.

"It shouldn't be," Su Ye thought for a moment and then said.

"Hmm?" Lu Xihe looked at Su Ye.

"The people who died in that village all seemed to have suffered some kind of great fright, dying instantly, in a completely different way from the attack on this little girl," Su Ye said in a deep voice.

He had just experienced the attack of this little girl ghost, and it felt like an invisible blade was about to slice his neck open at any moment.

The people who died in that village all died instantly, as if they had seen something terrifying and were scared to death.

They are two completely different kinds of vengeful ghosts.

“In that case, I’m planning to go. Brother Su, are you still going?” Lu Xihe asked Su Ye.

"I won't go. If I go, I feel like I'll just be causing you trouble," Su Ye said in a deep voice.

Hearing Su Ye's words, Lu Xihe didn't say anything more, nodded, and then drove to that small village.

On Yingxi's side.

As for the US, everything is relatively peaceful at the moment.

Apart from the occasional Homelander appearing, everyone can do whatever they want, and things are going pretty well.

In the deep sea.

A colossal city, faintly visible, emerged from the seabed.

Countless deep-diving beings uttered strange sounds, as if they were performing a ritual.

This enormous city, appearing and disappearing in the distance, seemed as if it were truly about to appear in this world.

But the next moment, the giant city vanished.

In the endless depths of the sea, countless deep-sea explorers gazed at the giant city with a hint of disappointment in their eyes.

These deep-sea divers then gathered together.

You can see countless women in this deep sea; although they haven't died, they've become breeding machines for the deep-sea divers.

Through some means employed by the Deep Ones, these women, though not dead, suffered even more than if they were, trapped in the endless deep sea.

They were transformed into breeding machines for the Deep Ones.

This is why the Deep Ones trade with humans—it's a crucial matter concerning the propagation of their race.

As the deep dwellers communicated within the abyss.

A group of deep-sea divers set foot directly on American soil.

Unlike before, these deep-sea divers, dressed in suits and leather shoes, stepped onto land in a rather gentlemanly manner.

They skillfully entered a coastal city.

The city was built on the ruins of the town of Dagon.

Deep divers are everywhere here, interacting with others.

A magical aura wafted over us.

Besides, there were also quite a few American soldiers here, watching the Deep Ones without paying them any attention.

These deep-sea divers went directly to an underground slave market.

The slave markets here sourced their slaves from the US mainland, Africa, and Europe.

The so-called slaves were women.

Regardless of age, they all have it.

Capital itself is corrupt; as long as there's money to be made, it doesn't care what kind of money it is, it'll take it all.

That's how it is now. The buying and selling of people is no secret in this small seaside town.

The deal with the Deep Ones is something that everyone in the US knows about.

If you have the ability, anyone can make a fortune here, become a millionaire, and enjoy the taste of paradise in the United States.

The evils bred by capital cannot be eradicated.

The fact that these deep-sea divers could appear in the city dressed in suits and openly buy slaves demonstrates just how terrifying the power of capital truly is.

Just at this time.

A heavily armed force, draped in burlap sacks, appeared in this city of sin.

The target was clear: the group of Deep Ones who had just entered the city.

boom! ! !
As a gunshot rang out, one of the Deep Ones who was buying slaves fell to the ground, half of his skull completely shattered.

The remaining Deep Ones' expressions changed upon seeing this scene.

They knew that this group was after them, and they made gibberish noises.

The slave traders around them were also stunned.

I never expected that someone would fire a gun here, and the target was a Deep One.

This was something they hadn't expected.

They were stunned, but this armed force was not.

The well-trained, slave-free, and deep-dwelling warriors began to be killed.

After the army guarding the city arrived.

The armed force has already fled.

Soon the commander stationed there came over, a cigar dangling from his mouth. He looked at the Deep One lying in a pool of blood, took a deep drag of his cigar, didn't let it go through his lungs, and then exhaled.

"Find them," the commander said in a cold, indifferent tone.

The soldiers under his command began searching for clues.

"This is really going to cause me trouble." The commander looked at the Deep One lying in a pool of blood.

These are all major clients.

We also need to negotiate with the Deep Ones, which is going to be troublesome.

After all, if these things aren't explained clearly, even without the Deep Ones taking action, their capital alone would be enough to completely crush him.

You have to understand that the interests involved here are not just a few simple ones.

The shadow of almost all of the American conglomerates is behind it; otherwise, this sinful city could never have been built so quickly.

They can still conduct transactions so openly and honestly.

In a small town a dozen miles from the City of Sin.

A group of young people, with sunny and righteous smiles on their faces, were having a party in a villa.

“August, you did a great job this time. You have no idea how beautiful the look of terror on the faces of those damned mermen was before they died,” Hales said, looking at a handsome young man sitting to the side.

Augustus, the leader of this small team.

He was also the leader of an armed squad that had just killed a fishman in Sin City.

"It's a pity the guards arrived too quickly, otherwise we could have rescued even more," Gu Nuom said with a hint of disappointment on his face.

“Brother, we’ve done a great job. Now it’s time to keep a low profile. You know, those damned traitors are still waiting for us to judge them,” Augustus said with a smile.

This group of lawless young people, totaling twelve, including six men and six women, were all residents of this small town.

He did this purely because of his own still-intact sense of justice.

However, they did not consider, nor would they consider, the consequences of doing so.

In their view, they were doing the right thing; after all, they were members of the Ku Klux Klan.

They advocate white supremacy.

A joyful party began in this small villa.

Outside the villa.

James, with a cigar in his mouth, looked at the villa not far away.

"These are the guys who cost me millions of dollars, right?" James said slowly, looking at the documents his subordinate had brought him.

He is the commander and supreme commander of the City of Sin.

It's well known that Sin City is incredibly lucrative; if James stayed there for a year, he could become one of the wealthiest men in the US.

There's nothing we can't do then.

But what happened in Sin City almost got James kicked out of the league.

If it weren't for his powerful connections and background, LeBron James would already be fish food in the ocean by now.

“Go ahead,” James said calmly.

A group of soldiers surrounded the entire villa.

Augustus and his men were quickly arrested.

They are still completely bewildered.

I thought I had done something clean enough, but I didn't expect them to be found out so quickly and arrested.

James looked at Augustus and the others.

A group of young men, around eighteen or nineteen years old.

“I’ll give you a choice: either pay me ten million dollars, or I’ll earn the money back in my own way,” James said slowly, looking at the twelve young men and women who had gathered in front of him.

"Fuck you!!!" Hales spat at James.

“Very good.” James looked at Hales with a smile.

"Send the men to the slaughterhouse, and the women to the military camp. The brothers have been holding back for a long time, haven't they? Just don't kill them. We'll sell them to those fishmen later," James said slowly, a smile on his face.

Like a devil.

Upon hearing James's words, Hales and the others were completely dumbfounded.

Shouldn't they send me to a military court or a local court? (End of Chapter)