The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 439 First place on the national points list, is that all?
You'll find out after we finish eating!

Song Mang was about to pull Xi Jinzhi into the castle for a meal when another strange sound came from the air.

The temple in Jiang City was completely destroyed, causing all the dungeons in Jiang City to disappear, making it the only safe haven in the apocalypse, attracting the attention of all factions.

A group of people arrived from the sky on magical artifacts.

They are all human beings.

These humans were all at the Golden Core level or higher, some young and some old. They watched in astonishment as the thick fog over Jiang City gradually dissipated.

Although the sky was still overcast, many places in Jiang City were bathed in bright sunshine.

"What happened in Jiang City? Why are all the people sent from headquarters dead, and why has the copy disappeared?"

"Look over there, everyone! The temple in Jiang City has been destroyed! All that's left are ruins!"

"So, does destroying one temple mean destroying all the copies of this city?"

But we still need the temple to eliminate the evil points! What if the evil points exceed the limit again after the temple is destroyed?!

A young man, riding a flying carpet, slowly flew up and said, "Why do you care about all this? First, find out why the two Nascent Soul cultivators at headquarters died!"

The boy looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but the Xuanmen masters nearby treated him with great respect.

Some people still had a hint of fear in their eyes.

Although the boy was not born into a reclusive family, his cultivation level was so high that even the oldest elder here could not see through it and dared not look him in the eye.

This is the person ranked first in the national points standings!

Qin Yang!

No one knows his origins, nor can anyone trace his background. All that is known is that this young man appeared out of nowhere when the apocalypse arrived, sweeping through all the high-level dungeons across the country, causing his total score to remain far ahead.

The second and third place Zennin are always chasing his footsteps, but they can never surpass him!
One of the cultivators cupped his hands to the young man and said, "I didn't expect that Young Hero Qin would have time to come here to help with the investigation. I suspect that this matter is related to that woman named Song Mang!"
Although we don't know her whereabouts or why the people sent by headquarters died, Jiang City is her stronghold. We can go to the opera house where she lives to find out!

Someone nearby chimed in, "The temple in Jiang City is destroyed, and the dungeons have all disappeared. We can now move freely throughout Jiang City. If Song Mang runs away, it'll be easier to find her!"

Qin Yang leaned back lazily on the flying carpet, staring at the two cultivators who were talking for a while.

Then, he kicked them both off the ground, one after the other, calling them "two pigs."

After kicking, he clapped his hands, stood up, and looked at the other cultivators who were manipulating artifacts in the air.

Everyone lowered their heads in fear, wondering what he meant. They hadn't expected that the Chief of the Ghost Suppression Division could actually persuade this man to come to Jiang City.

Qin Yang stretched and said slowly, "Don't you guys find it strange? The Nascent Soul cultivator at headquarters just died not long ago, the temple in Jiang City was destroyed, and all the dungeons have disappeared."

"Young Master Qin, do you mean... there might be a top-tier expert hiding in Jiang City, someone who can not only kill Nascent Soul cultivators at will, but also destroy Qingyu Immortal's temple?"

Someone speculated and spoke up.

"if not?"

Qin Yang scoffed and said, "According to the information you provided, Song Mang doesn't have the ability to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator. If she didn't kill him, she could only have sent someone over."

However, this woman is quite formidable; she managed to find such a powerful expert. I'd better be careful.

He stroked his chin and looked down at the city beneath the flying carpet.

"Jiang City may seem incredibly safe now that it no longer has temples or dungeons, but it's actually the most dangerous place."

Several new ten-star dungeons have recently appeared. He originally wanted to continue farming points, but the old man from the Ghost Suppression Division contacted him and offered him a lot of benefits.

As it happened, there was something in Jiang City that his ancestor was interested in, and he insisted that he come over, so he did.

"that……"

Qin Yang raised his hand and pointed to a cultivator next to him, saying, "How do I get to the opera house? Can you give me directions?"

"Didn't that old man from the Ghost Suppression Division send people to capture Yan Zhe? If it weren't for Yan Zhe, I wouldn't have bothered making this trip."

Everyone understood instantly.

The reason this person came to help headquarters with the investigation was also because of Yan Zhe's incredible paper-crafting skills!
One of the cultivators who had just been kicked down quickly flew back over and said, "Young Master Qin, the opera house is right there! Although the white mist in the instance has dissipated, there are many strange things in the opera house, which is shrouded in mist all year round. After you go down, just head towards the place with the thickest fog and you will see the opera house!"

He pointed to the city roads below. Although they could all fly, it was actually quite difficult to find their way because each city was shrouded in fog.

Qin Yang glanced in the direction he pointed, then stepped onto the flying carpet and went there, leaving behind only the words, "You guys wait here, going there is just like sending pigs to their deaths, a waste of time!"

All the monks: "..."

Offering someone's head is fine, but what's the point of offering a pig's head?
Are you polite?

Qin Yang vanished in a flash, but the cultivator who had given directions suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Huh? Why did he fly towards the north of the city? The opera house isn't in the north of the city!"

"Damn, there's still a huge fog in the north of the city. Did he get lost again?"

"Oh no, this guy has no sense of direction! What if Song Mang has already led his men into headquarters and he still hasn't found the direction of the opera house!"

As the temple was destroyed, the thick fog in the northern suburbs of the city was dissipating, and the sun was gradually setting.

The Blood Skull and the rioting humans looked at the temple ruins, now razed to the ground, as if in a dream.

It was all so dreamlike that they even began to doubt whether there was actually a temple in this place.

Song Mang sat on a large stone stool, munching on a large plate of fried chicken wings.

Xi Jinzhi stood silently not far away, motionless, as if the world had nothing to do with him.

A hint of gloom lingered between his noble brows, and the seemingly upright man was filled with a terrifying aura of killing intent.

Song Mang sighed and said, "He's been standing there for so long, isn't he tired? I called him to eat, but he won't eat; I called him to leave, but he won't leave. What's the point of just standing there?"

After she finished speaking, she glanced at the row of obsequious Blood Skulls standing beside her.

Everyone shuddered in fright, and the bespectacled man couldn't help but say, "Miss Song, um... eating fried chicken wings alone must be too greasy, right? Let me order you an iced cola!"

"Do I need you?"

Song Mang took out a bottle of iced cola from the castle's space and then opened it and drank it.

While drinking his cola, Song Mang said with worry, "How long is Jinzhi going to stand here? Does he want to stand here forever and become a statue, telling God that he is the middle finger of this world?"

Xi Jinzhi: "..."

Blood Skull members: "..."

boom--!
Suddenly, a figure fell from the sky.

Because the magnetic field fluctuations near the temple are too chaotic, most of the ghost artifacts cannot be used normally here.

Qin Yang's flying carpet, even though it was a Ghost Emperor-level artifact, still malfunctioned here, causing him to fall from the sky and crash headlong into Xi Jinzhi.

"Oh dear, didn't our ancestor say that this Ghost Emperor's artifact could go anywhere? How come it's malfunctioning now that it's at the opera house?! Brothers down here, please help me out!"

Just as Qin Yang was about to hit Xi Jinzhi, Xi Jinzhi disappeared and appeared next to Song Mang.

He glanced at the iced cola in Song Mang's hand and asked, "Is there any more?"

Song Mang looked at him in surprise, "Why aren't you standing as punishment anymore?"

"I don't want to give the middle finger; it's inelegant."

"..." ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Song Mang handed him a bottle of iced cola, and then saw a figure not far away getting up while cursing.

"Holy crap, what's wrong with picking me up? Damn it, how come there's no opera house in such a big place? Weren't they supposed to be easy to find? There's no building here at all! Those bastards lied to me again?"

Qin Yang noticed Song Mang and the others, and asked menacingly, "Hey, are you from Jiang City? Where is that opera house that Song Mang owns?"

His appearance clearly indicated he was there to cause trouble, and none of the Blood Skull members dared to utter a word.

Song Mang calmly sipped her cola, then pointed in the direction of Haicheng, "Go that way."

(End of this chapter)