Starting from Hong Kong in 1988!

Xu Guangkun was almost so frightened that he screamed out loud.

The ghosts were right in front of me.

His mind went blank at first, then started racing like a revolving lantern.

White lanterns, the old ghost inn, that feeling of being watched, and that ruler that appeared out of nowhere...

Once that thin layer of paper is broken, all the irregularities are pieced together from memories in the mind.

He even remembered what Qixinggang was.

Qixinggang, the largest mass grave in the mountain city, contains 400,000 skeletons and withered graves!

This isn't some kind of night market or black market, this is clearly a ghost market!

....

Perhaps it was the confidence given by Kyushu, or perhaps it was the experience of bloodshed on the streets in the previous world.

Xu Guangkun's expression shifted for a moment, but he suppressed all his emotions.

He quietly looked around.

A group of people stood in front, led by a pale-faced middle-aged man. To the right, a somewhat ethereal-looking plump woman appeared, while to the left, a pretty young girl led the way.

The only place without ghosts is that long street.

But, if we're surrounded by three but missing one, isn't that just rushing towards where we're going?

There's no way out!

Beads of cold sweat appeared on Xu Guangkun's forehead.

"Master..." Perhaps Xu Guangkun's performance was too conspicuous, revealing his flaws. The already suspicious-looking Stick Ghost narrowed his eyes: "You're not afraid, are you? Or perhaps..."

He shouted, "You're not a mage at all!"

The room fell silent after he said that.

Then, the ghosts' eyes lit up, and they all looked at Xu Guangkun.

The girl selling steamed buns stared at his thighs, the plump auntie stared at his head, and all sorts of sinister and greedy gazes pierced into every part of his body.

Judging from their posture, they were determined to tear him apart and chop him into eight pieces!

.....

"You're not a mage!"

The stick ghost shouted these words to embolden himself, and led the group of ghosts to approach little by little!

After a series of shocks, Xu Guangkun finally calmed down. He first summoned his control panel, then raised his hand: "Wait! This mage..."

The group of ghosts paused slightly, then, led by someone, continued their march.

Empty threats won't work; it's a matter of life and death.

Xu Guangkun pointed in the air, and a talisman appeared in his hand. Just as he was about to chant the incantation, a cry of surprise came from among the ghosts.

"It's a thunder talisman!"

Then came a jumble of incoherent noises.

"Master!"

"He really is a mage!"

The ghosts stopped, looking at each other in dismay, fear creeping onto their faces one after another.

Xu Guangkun put away the talisman, his expression unchanged.

This cheapest Thunder Talisman cost five Mountain and Sea Points...

He hadn't touched the Mountain and Sea Points he got last time. He had originally planned to use them to customize a tracking device after he couldn't find any trace of the strange beasts, but he never expected to use them in this place...

"Excuse me, Master."

That stick-stick ghost was quite a character; he could take it and put it down easily. In the blink of an eye, he acted as if nothing had happened, clasped his hands in a fist, and apologized.

After finishing, he gestured forward and said, "Master, the general has prepared a banquet and invites you to have a chat."

"I originally came to visit the General, but I have urgent business to attend to," Xu Guangkun explained, mentioning that he had gone out late at night, and added, "I will definitely visit another day..."

"We do not wish to force the monk to stay." The stick-wielding ghost looked conflicted. "However, there are orders from above. We hope the monk will have pity on us."

As he spoke, he waved his hand behind him.

The ghosts all bowed their heads, cupped their hands, and said, "Master, please don't make things difficult for us."

Okay, judging from this, he can't escape the consequences of empty promises.

Xu Guangkun glanced at the panel.

Small Teleportation Talisman: Travels 10 miles at a speed, ignoring all restrictions, priced at 100 Mountain and Sea Points.

Great Teleportation Charm, 200 points…

He closed the panel, took a deep breath, and said, "Lead the way."

....

Surrounded by a group of ghosts, Xu Guangkun walked deeper into the long street.

The further he walked, the more ghosts he encountered, and the denser the greedy gazes fixed upon him became.

He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was groaning with despair.

I must be crazy to dare to venture into the Ghost Den just to save 100 Mountain and Sea Points.

They must have really eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard!

Xu Guangkun looked at the stick ghost walking ahead.

"Teacher (a respectful term used in Sichuan and Chongqing for older people and strangers), how should I address you?"

Without turning his head, the stick ghost said, "I am not worthy of the title of Master. My physical body is dead, and only my soul remains to linger in this world. It is not convenient to mention my past and future. Please just call me Stick."

"Great... Teacher, how did you figure out I was a mage?"

Xu Guangkun then asked.

The stick ghost stopped dwelling on Xu Guangkun's way of addressing him, saying, "You appeared out of nowhere without any disguise, how could I not recognize you?"

Xu Guangkun nodded without speaking, but a thousand words were swirling in his mind.

The most common of them is...

"I'll fuck you, Kyushu..."

....

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, its white light shining forth.

The bright moonlight poured down from above, flooding everything like a tide, but stopped abruptly here, as if it had encountered a barrier.

Xu Guangkun looked at the house in front of him with a solemn expression.

The grand mansion, with its black bricks and tiles, was only illuminated by a few wispy green phosphorescent lights floating in the air.

"Master, please."

As the ghost's voice faded, the door creaked open slowly.

Look around.

Thick, dense gray fog floated and sank inside, then was blown away by the wind brought up by the opening of the door, swirling and revealing a path, as if welcoming his arrival, or as if leading him into the underworld.

The journey of a hundred miles is only half complete at ninety. Since we've decided to save time and effort, there's no reason to back down now.

Xu Guangkun stepped across the porch.

"Peng"

A pair of eerie green torches rose on either side of the road.

Xu Guangkun glanced at it and continued walking.

"Bang!"

Another couple.

In the blink of an eye, countless torches rose up.

"Master."

The doors to the main hall swung open with a loud bang, and a clear, melodious sound rang out.

"Come in and let's talk!"

....

Once inside the main hall, one realizes what a demonic abyss truly means.

It had three heads and six arms, was a bloody mess, had a swollen belly, but its limbs were like withered branches and fallen leaves. It was a giant, its body white and seeping water...

They sat down on either side, all looking at Xu Guangkun, who had just entered, with their eerie green eyes.

Xu Guangkun didn't even look at them, but instead looked at the general on the high platform.

It stands two meters tall even when seated cross-legged, clad in armor, and headless.

"General, where shall I sit?"

"It was my oversight." A clear voice came from the general, who clapped his hands.

The water ghost sitting to his left stood up, pointed to the dripping futon and low table, and said with a half-smile, "Master, please. You shouldn't mind, right?"

Xu Guangkun walked over, looked him over for a moment, and then asked out of the blue, "Have you ever read Qu Yuan's 'The Fisherman'?"

The water ghost was taken aback. "How can someone as pure as myself accept the defilement of things?"

"He's quite cultured."

Xu Guangkun burst into laughter, took out a talisman, and threw it at himself.

He then slapped the water ghost without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

Amidst the sound of slaps and splashes of juice, the ghosts all stood up!

"Knowing that, you still dared to give me what you'd used?"

Xu Guang shook the water off his hands and shouted.

"General, is this your way of treating guests?"

The general waved his hand to suppress the restless horde of ghosts, his voice devoid of emotion: "The sorcerer has quite a fiery temper."

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