Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 278 The Road to Salvation
The door to the miscellaneous affairs department opened, and Li Xuan returned.

Huang Yaozu glanced at the glasses beside him and said, "I'd like to have a private chat with Brother Li Xuan."

Glasses nodded and said, "I'm going out to buy lunch."

He knew that Huang Yaozu and Li Xuan had a secret to tell each other, a secret that they usually didn't let him hear, in order to protect him... Knowing it would only affect his mind and even bring danger.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

Huang Yaozu said wearily, “We… the second-in-command of Hong Kong Island, Deputy Commissioner of Police Liu Chenggang, is really a devil. When I delivered egg tarts to him, I hid needles in a small bag. His fingers were burned into the shape of needles!”

I saw it very clearly..."

He rested his hands on the table, looking dejected, and said, "I really want to draw my gun and shoot him right now, but how many of my colleagues at police headquarters are also ghosts? I don't know. They all look so normal..."

Li Xuan sat down at his desk: "There is yin and yang in the world. Yin cannot produce life, and yang cannot grow. The religions of this world have almost no binding force on ghosts. Ghosts are not afraid of sunlight, nor do they reincarnate. They can possess people at will upon contact, and those who have been possessed will become empty shells, like vegetable people."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "If ghosts have existed since ancient times, the world today would not be like it is now. They would have left behind a wealth of documents to remind future generations!"

I suspect that ghosts are a relatively recent phenomenon, and initially, they possessed people of high status and power. Eventually, this phenomenon—where human death leads to the creation of ghosts due to 'obsession'—spread from those in positions of power down to those in lower positions, eventually infecting the masses like a virus.

Huang Yaozu said subconsciously, "In that case, the world must be overflowing with ghosts."

Li Xuan pointed at Huang Yaozu: "No, because people like you exist..."

Huang Yaozu: "Me?"

He quickly realized what was happening, his face turning deathly pale, and his voice trembling as he said, "You mean, people like me in the 'Miscellaneous Affairs Department' are actually just gloves used by the upper-level ghosts to clean up the wild ghosts in the mortal realm? In other words, we're their cleaning tools..."

Li Xuan hummed in agreement: "That's about right."

Huang Yaozu felt a sudden darkness before his eyes; this information was even more shocking than learning that Liu Chenggang was a ghost.

He trembled uncontrollably: "A human who has been possessed by a ghost becomes an empty shell. Where did the original soul go? If it was eaten by the possessing ghost as nourishment, then aren't those citizens outside who work hard from dawn till dusk to make a living just lambs being raised in a pen?"

Li Xuan laughed and said, "It's not that advanced. I think high-level ghosts only possess high-level humans. They might give birth to offspring and, during the verification process, detach from their old bodies and transfer their souls into them!"

For example, the father's body can be transferred to the son's body.

To the outside world, Father was too old, nearing the end of his life and had to die, but those within the ghost realm knew that this was a rebirth for the ghost…

Huang Yaozu slumped in his chair.

He murmured, "Is there really no way for us, even if we possess magic?"

Li Xuan softened his tone, feeling that he couldn't put any more pressure on Huang Yaozu, and said, "There are currently three paths we can take."

There are three more?

Huang Yaozu raised his head.

Li Xuan said, "The first thing is to continue the ghost experiments, try to find the 'source of infection,' and trace back the 'path' layer by layer until we find the original ghost and destroy it. Perhaps we can destroy all the ghosts in the world in an instant."

"Secondly, build a temple, not an ordinary temple, but a Fengdu Temple and a Dongyue Temple. The former governs the crimes of ghosts and gods, while the latter governs the cycle of life and death in the mortal world! I will try to activate the temple, so that life and death in this world will return to a state of reincarnation. At that time, the ghosts that are born after people die will definitely enter the underworld. Those who linger will be beheaded according to the law. When there are no ghosts in the human world, there will be peace in the world..."

"The third point is to kill... develop magical artifacts that can suppress ghosts, and attempt to spread magic so that ordinary people can master at least two spells: one to detect ghosts and the other to subdue them! This is the most difficult because it depends on aptitude..."

Of these three options, building a temple seems to be the least dangerous.

Huang Yaozu thought this way, then shook his head and rejected the idea. Building a temple was just as dangerous. If the temple was built but ineffective, it would be a waste of manpower and resources. If the temple was built and effective and could exorcise ghosts, it would definitely attract a large number of ghosts to attack it, and might even use power and resources to incite ignorant people to overthrow the temple...

Besides, building a temple, even a small one, requires a lot of money.

Every inch of land on Hong Kong Island costs money, including those deep in the mountains; it all depends on luck whether you'll be discovered.

Land costs, construction costs, approval fees, statue carvings, wooden halls—even an ordinary temple covering three acres would cost at least 700,000 yuan!
Saving the world is important...

But Huang Yaozu discovered that he didn't have the money to save the world.

His throat was dry as he said, "I only have 300,000 in my account. Even if the temple construction goes smoothly and no one stops me, it will still cost 600,000. I only have enough to build half a temple..."

Li Xuan smiled slightly, reached into his pocket, took out the mission activity funds, and said, "Use this card to check how much money is in it."

To traverse the myriad worlds, one must possess identification documents and funds. If even these are confiscated, then the journey through the myriad worlds loses its original purpose.

I roam the heavens, working in various realms to earn mission funds.

Isn't that ridiculous?
Huang Yaozu looked at the gold bank card and hesitated for a moment: "This... should I take it?"

He couldn't refuse. Everything in this society costs money; even leaving Hong Kong Island requires buying ferry tickets and plane tickets. Was he supposed to swim out...?

Li Xuan said, "Our current team is too small. Any attack will result in disaster, so... we need to recruit reliable teammates."

Huang Yaozu seemed a little dazed: "How can we identify reliable teammates? Relying on time is a bit inefficient."

Li Xuan smiled and said, "As long as we start these three paths and do them simultaneously, we will definitely encounter like-minded comrades who are fighting against ghosts along the way, and the team will naturally grow stronger over time."

Human beings are indeed complex, but there are also many who are willing to risk their lives for justice.

Take Huang Yaozu for example.

In the following days, Li Xuan fed Huang Yaozu a pill containing his own blood every day. After three days of effort, the rate at which Huang Yaozu's magical power dissipated slowed down considerably.

Li Xuan thought of blood transfusion; he was blood type O, and Huang Yaozu was also blood type O.

Huang Yaozu obtained blood transfusion equipment through some unofficial channels. These items were not expensive to begin with, but in hospitals, the drawn blood needed to be processed before being transfused to those who needed it...

Li Xuan couldn't reveal the special nature of his body, so he used the excuse of a bloodline secret technique to donate blood. In this way, his blood slowly flowed into Huang Yaozu's body in the miscellaneous affairs department room.

(End of this chapter)