Since all these rules and superstitions are outdated, what's wrong with me indulging in some me

He followed closely behind Lu Changsheng, not daring to fall behind.

"Hurry up!"

Lu Changsheng seemed to sense something as well, and with a snap, he stuck a talisman on Cheng Caijun's back.

Cheng Caijun felt his speed explode, so fast that the surrounding scenery became blurry in his field of vision.

In a short while, the outline of the warehouse gate became faintly visible in the gray fog, with the Gate of Hell behind it.

However, just as the two were less than fifty meters from the warehouse door, a low, chaotic, bloodthirsty, and frenzied howl suddenly erupted from the depths of the thick, impenetrable gray fog.

Immediately afterwards, the fog churned violently, and dozens of swift figures shot out like arrows.

It was an extremely hideous monster, resembling a vicious dog with its skin peeled off and muscles and tendons exposed, but more than twice the size and speed of an ordinary dog. Its mouth was filled with interlocking fangs, and its eye sockets contained two balls of wildly leaping flames.

"Hunting Prison!"

"Huh? Bestiality?"

Cheng Caijun was stunned. What time is it? Why is Brother Lu still using this word?

"The Demon King Hunts Hell!"

A hint of annoyance flashed in Lu Changsheng's eyes. "A dog's nose! It came right after smelling the scent!"

"The red string I told you to wear before you left was meant to shield you from the Ghost King's detection for a while."

Cheng Caijun looked down at the red string on his hand and suddenly realized what was going on.

Lu Changsheng reacted extremely quickly. The moment the first batch of seven or eight ghost dogs pounced in front of him, dozens of talismans drew several sharp marks in the air.

Several ghost dogs exploded in mid-air.

But even more ghost dogs surged forward without fear.

"Run!"

Lu Changsheng looked at the increasingly dense gray fog in the distance and had no intention of fighting with these ghost dogs. Cheng Caijun had already pushed open the heavy iron door a crack.

The gates of hell are just ahead.

Lu Changsheng grabbed Cheng Caijun by the collar, stuffed the oil paper used to wrap the corpse into him, and then threw Cheng Caijun out of the gate of hell.

"You go first, I'll be there soon!"

Huh?

Cheng Caijun, who was flying in a parabola in the air, was full of question marks.

As Cheng Caijun left the Ghost Realm, a hint of mockery flashed in Lu Changsheng's eyes as he looked at the gray mist.

"Last time I only killed 50,000 of your minions, is it really necessary to be in such a hurry for revenge?"

He looked at the dense horde of beasts before him and took out a palm-sized object from his backpack with his left hand.

The object resembled an ancient bronze bell, but its surface was covered with dark gold thunder patterns.

Lu Changsheng then took out two more pieces of jade, each the size of a fist.

"Do you really think I dared to come to the Ghost Realm without any preparation?"

Lu Changsheng was too lazy to chant incantations, so he directly mobilized the spiritual energy of the jade with both hands, gathering the spiritual energy between his thumb and middle finger.

Then, with a light touch, he flicked his finger across the front of the small, dark bell—

"clang--"

He flicked his finger.

The sound was not loud, and even somewhat muffled.

However, at the very moment the clang rang out, a visible ripple of sound, centered on Lu Changsheng, suddenly spread out like water ripples.

The sound waves appeared gentle, but their speed was astonishing, instantly sweeping across all the ghost dogs thousands of meters in front of him.

All the ghost dogs that were hit by the pale blue sound waves turned into a pool of black liquid emitting blue smoke.

"It's a bit of a waste to use it to intimidate you brainless beasts."

Lu Changsheng's lips curled up slightly. "But it's worth using to intimidate the Ghost King."

His gaze swept into the depths of the gray fog, where a powerful, violent, and wild aura was rapidly approaching, already forming a ferocious outline.

Lu Changsheng turned around and tossed the small black bell behind him. The bell did not land, but suddenly shattered into pieces in mid-air.

Lu Changsheng flicked four fingers in quick succession with his backhand, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

"Ding ding ding ding—"

This time, no sound waves were generated. The four small bell fragments were bounced up by Lu Changsheng and flew towards the huge outline in the distance.

"I'm leaving, I'm not playing with you anymore!"

Lu Changsheng shrugged, lifted his foot and stepped out of the Gate of Hell, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

However, just as he left the ghost realm and the gates of hell closed...

"roar--"

A roar so violent it seemed to tear the soul apart suddenly erupted from the depths of the gray fog.

The surrounding air rippled as it was shaken.

Immediately afterwards, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by a brute force.

A creature as large as a millstone, covered in bluish-black keratin, with claws like curved hooks, emerged from the mist, carrying an aura of destruction.

It was the true form of the Ghost King, Hunting Prison.

Although the Gate of Hell has been closed, the Ghost King clearly intends to shatter the teleportation space.

In the blink of an eye, the four black bell fragments that Lu Changsheng had launched seemed to have calculated their trajectories and timing perfectly.

Four fragments burst forth, like the most precise scalpel, piercing the weak points in the joints of the bluish-black claw.

The claw suddenly stiffened, and at the moment the fragment pierced through, a tiny crack appeared. A powerful, purifying, and shocking force of lightning surged wildly into the joint.

"Ugh—"

From within the mist came a painful groan from Hunter's Prison, whose determined claw strike was abruptly interrupted by the four cunning and ruthless fragments.

The gray fog surged violently, its blurry outline, like a small mountain, appearing and disappearing in the fog, emitting a roar of extreme resentment.

The ghosts within tens of thousands of kilometers of the Ghost Realm trembled; their Ghost King was enraged!

But none of these were within Lu Changsheng's consideration at the moment.

In the center of the abandoned warehouse, Lu Changsheng's figure had just solidified from the ethereal realm. The familiar dust and rusty smell filled his nostrils, announcing that they had successfully returned to the mortal world.

By the time the two returned to the villa, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

Cheng Caijun slumped on the living room floor, panting heavily, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

Because it was so late, the two practically carried the corpse step by step back to the strange area.

Lu Changsheng then carefully placed the body wrapped in tarpaulin on the cleaned-up floor.

"Brother Lu... this thing isn't coming back to life again, is it?"

Cheng Caijun looked at the package with lingering fear.

"It's alright, he can't cause any trouble. Cheng Cai, help me dissect the body."

Lu Changsheng spoke calmly, already preparing his tools—

Several specially treated silver scalpels and several alcohol lamps.

Cheng Caijun swallowed hard, but still forced himself to step forward and help. Lu Changsheng unwrapped the oilcloth layer by layer, and the fresh messenger's body was once again exposed to the two of them.

The eeriness of the corpse was even more pronounced under the light; its skin was as pale as wax, its eyes were wide open, and its lips were slightly parted. The charred hole in its chest was particularly glaring.

"Take a look at the wound first."

Lu Changsheng put on gloves, took out a scalpel, and carefully inserted it into the hole in his heart.

The tissue the blade touched was unusually tough, as if it were not flesh and blood, but some kind of gelatinous substance. Lu Changsheng frowned slightly, exerted force, and slowly cut along the edge of the wound.