I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 287 How is that possible (26)

Fengdu University is now in a state of war.

Hundreds of thousands of ghost cultivators rushed here from all directions, and a large amount of supplies were donated, becoming the driving force for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's resistance.

Chen Yu's contribution was indispensable. His heroic image inspired the people and gave the panicked ghost cultivators a sense of stability. Under the leadership of the Grand Temple Master, they launched a counterattack.

Under the protection of the Cycle of Life and Death Array and with the support of numerous puppet pilots and Foundation Establishment cultivators, external demons have been unable to breach the barrier of Fengdu University, making it the most important stronghold of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Multiple entrances and exits were opened, and the monks entered and exited through these entrances and exits, undergoing checks as they went.

Some people with psychological problems need guidance to prevent their spiritual resolve from crumbling and the development of inner demons.

Although Yan Ye has resigned, she is now an employee of Chenguang Co., Ltd. She is here to accompany her boss on a business trip and can do whatever she wants.

Moreover, she has a license to be a psychologist and can help others with their psychological problems here, preventing them from breaking their spiritual path and developing inner demons.

Sitting in the makeshift tent, Yan Ye looked at the white demons flying in the distance and once again marveled at how amazing President Chen was.

She had just dealt with a broken puppet driver and resolved the man's psychological issues, so she could finally take a break.

Because it was a temporary base, everyone worked together and could communicate about any problems that arose.

Leaning back in his chair, Yan Ye had just opened a can of Tranquilizing Herb Tea when he caught a glimpse of a cultivator walking past with his head down.

The other person's arms were covered in wounds, suggesting that they had experienced a medium-sized explosion, resulting in numerous open wounds.

After a moment of regret, Yan Ye continued drinking her tea, when suddenly she felt something was amiss.

She stood up, walked out of the tent, stared at the man's back for a while, and suddenly called out, "Fellow Daoist, could you please come over here for a moment?"

The other person paused for a moment, then slowly turned around and silently walked up to Yan Ye.

The other person's facial features were hidden in the magic, making them difficult to see clearly. All that could be seen was the intact driving suit and the wound on the arm.

Intact?

This unusual behavior triggered Yan Ye's radar, making her feel like she had seen this scene somewhere before.

After thinking for a moment, she asked, "How did you get your injury?"

"It hurts so much."

"It's just a simple question: how did you get this injury?"

"I feel like my bones are broken."

"Can you understand me? How did you get your injury?"

"I'm so tired, can I go and rest?"

The commotion attracted the attention of bystanders. The prospective temple keeper, who had just been allowed to pass, came out and asked in confusion after seeing the scene, "Sister Yan Ye, what's wrong?"

"What's up with this person?"

The prospective temple keeper glanced at him and then said, "Him? I saw he was badly injured, so I told him to go to the hospital quickly. What happened?"

"Then why are his clothes intact? And he doesn't seem to understand what I'm saying."

"This one……"

The prospective temple keeper's expression gradually turned serious. Knowing his own limitations, he slowly retreated, making way for others.

Then, a circle was formed around the injured person, who seemed unaware of the situation and continued to mutter, "I'm in so much pain."

Once the encirclement was complete, a beam of magical light descended. Under the influence of this light, half of the driver's body became transparent, revealing the other half of his structure.

Just seeing the situation inside made Yan Ye frown.

The other person still looks like a person, but their bones and internal organs are all messed up.

It's as if someone used human bones, muscles, and internal organs to sculpt a human shape, then dressed it up, painted it with injured makeup, and then manipulated it to come here, constantly making sounds like "I'm in pain" and "I want to rest."

Deep within this mass of human tissue, they saw a small, red-clad old man lurking in its abdomen, now flashing a sinister smile at them.

"Hehehe."

The sound seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. The red-clad old man, who had been discovered, burst through his outer shell and jumped out. His body began to expand in mid-air.

But the next second, Yan Ye, who was prepared, waved the Human Emperor's Banner. The old ghost in the banner transformed into a long sword, which she held in her hand. Then, with one sword, she beheaded the old man in red, and with several more swords, she shattered his body.

Seeing the red-clad old man still trembling in pieces, Yan Ye immediately said, "Attention everyone! The enemy has a new variant! Detain all the pilots who entered the country earlier, and keep all the pilots who entered or left the country in the last few days!"

The relevant reports were quickly compiled, and a large amount of intelligence flowed into the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Temple, instantly alerting the head temple keeper.

In the distance, the executives of the small company gathered around "Xu Zilong," watching this scene with nervousness.

When an elderly man in red slipped in, they couldn't help but cheer.

But when they discovered that Yan Ye had actually found the imposter, they immediately huddled nervously around "Xu Zilong" and whispered, "Young Master Xu, what should we do? This method isn't working."

Looking at the tense crowd, "Xu Zilong" felt that these people were really spineless.

These guys have been in the upper echelons for too long, and everything is done by middle-level managers. Over time, they've even lost their ability to solve problems.

Shaking his head helplessly, "Xu Zilong" was too lazy to explain, so he let Lei Ying behind him come over and talk, while he focused on petting the cats in the factory.

Raikage coughed and then slowly said, "Don't worry, this is also part of the plan."

“But we’ve been discovered,” an executive said nervously.

“It’s alright, they can discover that the Outer Gods are also evolving. Every sample is recorded by them. The features of failed samples are destroyed, while successful samples become the prototypes for subsequent iterations, and then the iteration continues.”

"Moreover, it doesn't matter if they find out. Inspection requires a lot of manpower. To detect everything, a lot of manpower is needed. This is also a way to deplete the enemy's war strength."

After hearing Lei Ying's explanation, everyone finally felt relieved and began to praise Xu Zilong for his brilliant strategy, which was able to think of such a thing.

However, Raikage looked into the distance with concern, feeling somewhat uneasy.

He left some things unsaid: that while the imposters were consuming the enemy's battlefield resources, they were also consuming their own.

The number of elderly people in red is not unlimited. Although small elderly people in red do not require many resources, they are still a drain on resources.

If the other party has a way to efficiently find the old man in red, then we'll be in trouble.

But soon, Raikage couldn't help but laugh.

How could such a thing happen?

(End of this chapter)