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"Demons and monsters?"

Those four words sent a chill down Xu Guangkun's spine.

The term "魑魅魍魉" (chī mèi wǎng liǎng) should be replaced with a more famous name—"鬼" (guǐ).

There is no Chinese person who doesn't know it.

Nie Xiaoqian, Painted Skin, Liancheng, Lu Pan, the Hanged Ghost, the Water Monkey—there are too many legends to list.

It has its pros and cons, but who doesn't shudder at the mere mention of this word?

Although he had talked to Jiang Lanxin and knew that he would encounter these supernatural things sooner or later, Xu Guangkun did not expect it to happen so soon.

Are guns really effective against ghosts?

As Xu Guangkun thought about it, he pulled the quilt, which smelled of earth, tighter around himself and curled up into a ball.

"This is fucking bizarre, this is only the second world."

He couldn't help but curse.

suddenly.

"Smack."

A soft sound.

Xu Guangkun, who was already thinking about those bizarre legends, was startled and looked in the direction of the sound.

A ruler fell onto the bed.

"Um?"

He was still in shock.

"Ouch."

A cry of pain rang out from outside the window.

Xu Guangkun threw down the blanket and rushed to the window to look outside.

It's six or seven meters high, and there's no one outside the window or downstairs.

The bustling street had fallen silent at some point, with only the remaining trash spinning in the wind.

Combined with the thin mist on the street, it felt strangely eerie and terrifying.

"A stray cat?"

Xu Guangkun looked away, rubbed his face, suppressed his fear, grabbed the ruler on the bed, and looked up.

The ceiling, made of woven bamboo strips, was airtight and didn't look like it had fallen from above.

Where did it come from?

"Could it really be a ghost?"

The thought had just crossed his mind when Xu Guangkun suppressed it.

He shook his head, somewhat amused.

You're scaring yourself.

Since ghosts are real in this world, then yang energy is probably real as well.

It is said that people are three parts afraid of ghosts, while ghosts are seven parts afraid of people.

With so many people coming and going on this long street, the yang energy must be abundant.

Moreover, the panel itself states that these ghosts are hidden in corners that ordinary people cannot see.

This ruler was probably hanging on the wall and was blown down by the wind.

....

at the same time.

On the long street, the pretty young girl dragged the chubby aunt's mangled body as she ran at top speed.

He ran while nervously looking back.

He muttered, "He's found us! He's found us! He's a mage!"

"My hand, my hand hasn't been taken yet!" the plump auntie was still wailing.

"Shut up."

The girl slapped the fat woman's face flat and quickened her pace.

A moment later, they rushed to the side of the porter uncle who was squatting on the ground in a daze.

He looked up in astonishment: "What happened?"

"It's a sorcerer! She was so frightened that she lost her footing and fell from the fourth floor, shattering her body." The pretty young woman patted her chest and said anxiously, "This is not something we can handle. I'll go inform the general, and you can use your yin energy to heal her injuries."

After saying that, he turned and ran.

The porter squatted down, sighed, and picked up the plump woman's head, which was blinking rapidly. "I really owe you something."

A blast of cold air blew out.

The flat face gradually filled out.

He then picked up the fat aunt's torso.

Aligning the gap with the gap, a black thread emerged from his hand, meticulously stitching the two mangled pieces together.

After looking her over for a while, he took the plump aunt's hand...

On an unnamed street, in the desolate night.

"A little to the left, not aligned."

"It should be to the right, so it's easier to sew."

"That's correct then."

.....

Xu Guangkun closed the panel, looking surprised.

His supernatural powers have already been revealed.

The name is somewhat unusual: "If the Promise Has Been Fulfilled".

This is probably related to his commitment to keeping his promises.

The moment he saw the name, he automatically understood its effect.

Make a promise to yourself, and then get the final result.

Just like now, Xu Guangkun uttered a sentence.

"I will do 200 push-ups every day for the next 100 days."

There were no special lighting effects. Xu Guangkun only felt a heat in his chest and head. Looking down, he saw that it had obviously grown a lot larger.

"Effect before cause."

Xu Guangkun drew a conclusion.

It's a very powerful supernatural ability, but it's not without its drawbacks. He obtained the result, but he didn't complete the cause.

They will be punished by their innate supernatural powers.

The greater the karmic consequence, the greater the punishment. This supernatural power can currently only grant a maximum of 100 days of reward at a time, or it can be activated in ten separate instances, each lasting ten days.

Once his mountain gradually recovers, he will be able to extend the time frame, meaning that the mountain will become something akin to magic.

Moreover, Xu Guangkun always felt that this supernatural power had more than just this simple use, and there were many other ways to use it, but he just hadn't thought of them yet.

....

It was getting late, and Xu Guangkun, who had been excited for a while, also felt sleepy.

I lay down on the bed and was about to fall asleep.

The earthy smell was so strong that it kept me awake.

Helpless, Xu Guangkun could only hold the back of his head and figure out how to complete the mission.

I spent half a day planning, and I'm still completely clueless.

Then I began to reflect on the day's events.

In the blink of an eye, I've gone from the modern era back to the Republic of China, a Republic of China haunted by ghosts—it's truly fantastical…

"Wait, the Republic of China?"

Xu Guangkun sat up abruptly in bed. If he remembered correctly, there was a curfew in every place during this time.

He arrived at midnight…

This timing just doesn't make sense no matter how you look at it...

"So it's the black market."

Xu Guangkun lay back down.

He still hadn't realized what the problem was, but he felt inexplicably uneasy.

There's something off about it... but I can't quite put my finger on what it is.

The more I thought about it, the heavier my unease became.

"No, that can't be right."

After lying down for a short while, Xu Guangkun suddenly stood up.

He chose to trust his intuition and made the choice that everyone would have made.

Run away!

He opened the door, walked down the stairs, and just placed his hand on the door of the stilted house.

"Hey buddy, it's late, where are you going?"

A voice echoed softly from behind.

Xu Guangkun turned his head and saw the shop owner sitting on a stool, the oil lamp shining brightly.

"Let's go out and get some fresh air."

Xu Guangkun casually said something and continued opening the door.

"oh."

The shop owner didn't stop them.

Xu Guangkun withdrew his gaze and pushed open the door.

I walked down the stairs and stepped onto the street, but I hadn't taken more than a few steps.

"Master, where are you going?"

A torch rose from ahead, illuminating the figure of a person carrying a shoulder pole.

Upon closer inspection, there were quite a few figures around him.

"A mage?"

Xu Guangkun pondered these two words.

These two characters literally mean a celestial master with magical powers.

He didn't know why he was being called that, but he still reached down to his lower back without hesitation.

In this situation, he didn't think it would be a good thing for a large group of people to be standing in front of him.

"The venerable mage already knows our identities, what's the point of denying it now?" The stern-faced man gestured forward, "Let's go, mage, the general invites you."

"Identity, general, what is all this about?"

Xu Guangkun was completely bewildered. But going was definitely out of the question.

He drew his gun, about to shout, when his gaze swept over the torch and he abruptly stopped.

It burned fiercely, scattering white ash, and no shadows could be seen in the firelight; it was a vast, open expanse.

Look at it more closely.

Those without shadows all stood on tiptoe.

What is that standing on tiptoe when it has no shadow?

The question rolled through his mind, and Xu Guangkun almost screamed out in fright.

....