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At the entrance of the Ksitigarbha Temple.

A car kissed the streetlight in a very tricky way, making the lamppost deeply embedded in the front of the car.

The passersby were startled.

Fortunately, there were police officers nearby who heard the loud noise and rushed over immediately.

He briefly checked the car, but all he saw was the airbag that had deployed in the driver's seat. When he opened the door, the person inside was nowhere to be found.

The police called the traffic police.

Suddenly his gaze stopped, and he noticed footprints on the ground that stretched from the direction of the car all the way into the Dizang Temple.

After a moment's thought, it was the normal choice for the other party to run into the temple for help.

When the police arrived at the temple gate, they gently pushed it open with a creak.

The police officer cupped his hands to his mouth like a megaphone and shouted, "Is anyone inside? I'm a police officer."

……

"The police are here."

Inside the temple, Chen Guilin peeked out, then quickly withdrew.

His instincts as a wanted criminal instantly made him tense.

He glanced back and saw Tan Wenjie standing in front of the Ksitigarbha statue, frowning as if he were thinking about something.

"There's no time to lose." Chen Guilin took a deep breath, preparing to take down the police officers who rushed in first.

Although he kills people, he doesn't kill innocent people, especially police officers.

"There's really no signal at all." Tan Wenjie drew the Abyss Evil Sword and the God and Demon Sword.

This world is completely isolated from the outside world, especially since the gods cannot connect with it. Tan Wenjie himself is well aware that he cannot possibly fight against all the evil spirits in the world with his own strength.

The most reliable Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is now just an ordinary clay sculpture.

Just as they were talking, the police walked in and spotted Tan Wenjie frowning as he pondered something.

He felt the other person looked familiar; he seemed to have seen him somewhere before, and more than once.

He then turned to look at Chen Guilin and saw that the other man looked nervous and had sweat on his forehead, so he felt that something was wrong.

"You are!" The policeman's eyes widened. "You are Chen Guilin and Tan Wenjie!"

I never expected to be so unlucky as to encounter two wanted serial killers at the same time.

His first thought was to turn and run away. Chen Guilin had been on guard the moment the other party entered the room. When he saw the police turn to run, he lunged forward, locking the policeman's throat with his right hand and restricting his freedom of movement with his left.

"Chen Guilin, come and help me with the divination." Tan Wenjie's voice came.

The policeman was still struggling in his arms. Chen Guilin used all his strength to subdue him, and then squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "No time."

“You’re very useful,” Tan Wenjie continued, “and I’m quite busy and don’t have time to spare.”

Chen Guilin, who was struggling to restrain the policeman in his arms, glanced in the direction of Tan Wenjie.

The so-called "not having free hands" is basically just picking your nose.

It was this moment of distraction that allowed the policeman in his arms to seize the opportunity and punch Chen Guilin in the nose from below.

The two sides resumed their close combat.

“I’ll count to three, then you come over and toss the Holy Grail,” Tan Wenjie said without turning his head, gripping the two swords.

Chen Guilin gritted his teeth, veins bulging in his neck: "I...I don't have time!"

"I've said it so many times, saving the world is the most important thing." Tan Wenjie couldn't help but shake his head.

This protagonist is too lazy and not the same type of immature teenager who would abandon his parents for the sake of the world. He's not pure in the blood.

"You motherfucker!" Chen Guilin gritted his teeth.

The person in her arms stopped struggling.

Chen Guilin subconsciously checked his breathing, and after confirming that the person was still alive, he quickly got up and went to Tan Wenjie's side.

Just as I was about to make a comment, my attention was drawn to a sword that exuded a strong aura of evil.

It was a sword that exuded absolute malice. Just one glance at it stirred up all sorts of dark and evil thoughts in his mind. When he got closer, he even felt rashes and itching on some parts of his body.

The other sword emitted a sharp light, and this was the first time Chen Guilin had used the word "sharp" to describe the light.

“I will count to three, then after I swing my sword, you will throw the Holy Grail and cry out for help.”

"Ask who?"

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Jade Emperor, Laozi, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Earth God, Black and White Impermanence, call whoever comes to mind."

"What I said next... Hey, hey, don't chop yet."

"3, 2, 1!" Tan Wenjie raised his twin swords and slashed fiercely at the air in front of him.

The space was suddenly torn open with an "X" shaped crack.

Chen Guilin instinctively threw the Holy Grail into the crack, shouting at the same time, "Gods and Buddhas all over the world, I, Chen Guilin, beg for your help!"

The sound vanished instantly upon contact with the spatial rift.

He glanced at Tan Wenjie subconsciously.

Tan Wenjie: "Why are you looking at me? Keep shouting."

"I, Chen Guilin..."

Just as the two were busy, the policeman who had been strangled unconscious twitched his fingers. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the crack in the air that had been torn open.

"Damn! They're making a sci-fi movie!"

It felt so real; he subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

The information I received didn't mention that the two wanted criminals had superpowers.

Why is it getting dark?

Almost instantly, the policeman found that the temple he was in was shrouded in darkness, so dark that he could barely see his own hands, even worse than a typhoon.

The temple windows began to shake violently, and the smooth door hinges, as if echoing the eerie atmosphere, creaked and groaned along with them.

"what--"

Screams came from outside, clearly indicating that something even more terrifying was about to happen as darkness fell.

……

The sky gradually darkened.

Office workers who had just finished get off work stood at the intersection, waiting for the zebra crossing to allow them to cross.

The car horns blared noisily, occasionally punctuated by loud shouts of profanity.

A pair of girls next to me were whispering and laughing, but when others looked over, they immediately covered their mouths, leaving only their shoulders shaking.

In the distance, dark clouds rushed in like a spread-out carpet, plunging the streets below into darkness wherever they went.

"Crack!"

The streetlights started exploding.

The flickering arc of electricity struggled and leaped, accompanied by a scream.

The traffic lights at the intersection began flashing rapidly, and as expected, they eventually exploded with a "bang".

"Ah—!" X2
The screams of the two girls completely set the stage for this chaos.

Traffic lights disappeared, and even cars began to go out of control, resulting in chain collisions. Some cars crashed directly into roadside shops, while others charged straight into crowds.

Some were swallowed up by the leaping cars, others were trapped in the rapidly spinning wheels, and still others were pushed and trampled by each other until they finally collapsed completely at the chaotic feet, never to breathe again.

"Run!"

A curly-haired boy with a name tag around his neck suddenly pulled the middle-aged woman next to him. Through the reflection in the glass, he could clearly see that the pitch-black sky was not covered by dark clouds, but by countless hands and feet, and hideous ghost faces.

Their numbers were terrifying, forming a dreadful cloud of ghosts, like waves hanging in the sky, flying towards this place.

Occasionally, a few thin, ghostly figures would fall and dent the roof of the car.

They simply crawled inside the car.

No one could see what was happening inside the car; all they could hear were agonizing screams.

"Help, help... Hehehe..."

In the blink of an eye, the woman's body convulsed and she collapsed to the ground, her face turning ashen at a visible speed.

In the eyes of the curly-haired boy, a long, slender, terrifying ghostly figure was pulling out one "clone" after another from the woman's body. These were probably her three souls and seven spirits, and they stood there blankly as they were dragged around. As the last woman was pulled out, the woman lying on the ground went limp and collapsed, completely lifeless.

He retreated in fear until his back hit the wall, realizing he had nowhere to escape.

"Squeak!"

A car stopped in front of it.

"What are you standing there for!" The car door opened, revealing the face of a beautiful woman.

The curly-haired boy remembered her; she was Lian Shuyu, his senior at the TV station. Recently, she had been in a bad situation, having started investigating urban legends and being completely marginalized.

"Hurry up and get in the car," the other person urged.

"Oh."

The curly-haired boy realized what was happening and hurriedly opened the car door and got in, only to find that there was already someone in the car.

He nodded to say hello, but the car had already started. The sudden push-back feeling, combined with the fact that he wasn't wearing a seatbelt, caused him to fall onto the seat without being properly seated.

"Where to?" Lian Shuyu asked.

"Ksitigarbha Temple!"

“I’ve been there,” Lian Shuyu said happily, pressing his right foot into the engine and making the car wheels rub against the ground at high speed, roaring forward.

The car swayed and drifted, and the curly-haired boy sitting in the car tried to press his chest to avoid vomiting.

But the intense feeling of escaping from a desperate situation also brought him a sense of security.

The physical crisis and the sense of security put him in a strange state of tension.

My gaze shifted to the outside of the car window, where I saw constant car accidents and explosions, and streetlights flashing sparks.

"Doesn't it look like a movie?" the man asked.

The boy with the curly hair nodded subconsciously, but this small action almost made him vomit.

"Ugh—" He quickly covered his mouth.

"We've arrived," Lian Shuyu said.

With a swift and merciless slam on the brakes, the car narrowly touched the temple gate and came to a stop.

The three of them jumped out of the car and entered the Dizang Temple.

Then they saw the strange trio.

“That’s not…!” The curly-haired boy only glanced at the police officer standing guard to the side before he saw two other very familiar faces.

Wanted criminals Chen Guilin and Tan Wenjie.

"Wait, who are you people?"

The three tried to approach, but were stopped by the police.

The scene is so bizarre!

“We’re here to help. I’m Ad, a friend of both of them.”

“I am Ade’s colleague.”

When the police turned their attention to the boy with the curly hair, he could only say, "I'm a junior of Ade's colleague."

"..."

Today, the police are constantly having their values ​​challenged.

There are ghosts and monsters, and there's also saving the world.

Now, three people who claim to have close ties with the two most wanted criminals have suddenly appeared. In the past, he would have been happy to arrest them immediately.

But now, he needs to verify the identities of the three men and ensure that the two wanted criminals are not disturbed.

The thought of risking his life to protect a wanted criminal, and knowing that this achievement would never be known in public, suddenly gave the policeman an epic feeling of becoming an anonymous hero, and his back straightened unconsciously.

“No, their ceremony has reached a crucial point.” The policeman shook his head.

"Ade? Come quick and help." Tan Wenjie's voice came from inside.

police:"……"

The three nodded slightly to him and then went inside.

Inside the main hall, Tan Wenjie held onto two swords to maintain the spatial hole, while Chen Guilin looked completely exhausted, his body soaking wet as if he had just been pulled out of a river.

"You've come at the right time," Tan Wenjie said. "Come help gather people, and call whatever deity comes to mind."

Ade was the first to get into the zone. He responded and started shouting at the top of his lungs. The other two were confused for a moment before belatedly shouting back.

"Is it really effective?" Chen Guilin couldn't help but ask.

Tan Wenjie said, "Let's give it a try. Even if it doesn't work, we won't lose anything."

If you hadn't shouted, you wouldn't have lost out; my voice is already hoarse.

He kept his complaints to himself, because Chen Guilin knew very well that holding those two magical and strange swords would definitely consume even more energy.

"Achoo~" Tan Wenjie couldn't help but yawn.

He casually tucked the Divine Demon Sword under his arm, freeing one hand to pick his nose.

Chen Guilin, who witnessed this scene: "..."

Forget it, he retracted his previous guess; he shouldn't have added that extra drama.

"Boom!"

The ground began to shake.

Tan Wenjie looked outside the hall and saw the police rushing in, shouting.

He said in a low voice, "They're here."

The air fell silent for a moment, and even the people who had been shouting at the top of their lungs instinctively turned to look.

The pitch-black clouds, like a round dome, stretched from the sky to the ground, completely enclosing an area of ​​100 kilometers in radius around the Dizang Temple.

In that eerie darkness, pairs of red eyes were lit up.

"Gulp." Someone swallowed first, and the others began to hold their breath, only widening their eyes.

Both sides were silent, eerily silent.

then.

"Boom!"

The entire courtyard wall of the Dizang Temple collapsed, the houses rustled with dust, and the ground instantly became pitted and uneven, as if it had been scratched by hundreds of thousands of little demons.

Tan Wenjie also immediately used his superhuman abilities.

Draw the golden bow and shoot the silver bullets.

Like a shooting star, each bullet destroys all targets in its path, and after flying a great distance close to the ground, it transforms into a shooting star and rushes into the sky.

Chen Guilin no longer knew what expression to make.

He really didn't expect to see the legendary three-headed, six-armed figure. Chen Guilin greatly admired the sense of power that Tan Wenjie created with each draw of the bow.

Tan Wenjie, completely lacking any restraint, kept shooting bullets.

His enemies were endless, but his magical power was rapidly depleting.

Finally, the golden bow was drawn to its fullest extent, but no bullet appeared.

"He's out of magic! Attack!"

Someone shouted, and a large number of evil spirits rushed in, some clinging to the walls, others hanging from the ceiling.

Nobody wants to miss the chance to kick a man when he's down.

"Crack—!" The overturned ghost bowl finally tore open a beam of light.

Then came even better news: someone had successfully connected with him.

"Ajie?"

The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.

There are too many gods and immortals in the myriad realms.

Tan Wenjie cut to the chase: "Do me a favor."

Sigh, I'm going to be in debt again. (End of Chapter)