Eighteen Ghost Emperors of my ancestors, how dare you make me live in terror?

The capital city, the Central Bureau of Deception.

In the vast underground space stood rows of fully armed Ghost Keepers.

Some were elites from the Bureau of Ghost Control, but most were Ghost Control warriors transferred from the military region.

There's no other way; when encountering difficult and bizarre dungeons, the military personnel are usually the first to step up. It's cruel, but it's something we have to do.

After all, the military region's Warlock warriors are more well-trained and more determined than other Warlocks, so the military often suffers the most casualties.

Fu Zhiyuan stood on the high platform looking down. This group of Ghost Hunters was preparing to enter and conquer the newly appeared S-level strange dungeon.

No more, no less, exactly one hundred people.

It's just unknown how many will ultimately survive.

The preparations for the battle were complete, and just as he was about to open the entrance to the dungeon, that sentence appeared in everyone's mind.

[The boss of the S-rank eerie dungeon "Ghost Marriage: Blood Sedan Chair of Reincarnation" dies abnormally, and all timeline replicas are permanently destroyed.]

[The S-rank eerie dungeon, Ghost Marriage: Reincarnation Blood Sedan Chair, is permanently removed; it cannot be entered, regenerated, or restored!]

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.

Although they remained disciplined and didn't make a sound, they couldn't help exchanging glances.

"You all stand by and wait for me to return!"

After giving his instructions, Fu Zhiyuan hurriedly turned and ran off in a certain direction.

The dungeon boss died abnormally?

Did all timelines disappear simultaneously?

Has that S-rank eerie instance where so many people died been cleared?

Or permanent?

Who did this?!

A series of questions flashed through Fu Zhiyuan's mind in an instant.

"Aside from the Bureau of Ghostly Affairs, have any other powerful individuals voluntarily entered that ghostly dungeon recently?"

"wrong......."

"There's one!"

He ran all the way to a room, kicked the door open, and looked excitedly at the old man sitting inside.

"Chief!"

........

The old man was gently stroking a black cat in his arms, his aged fingers tracing the soft fur.

The old man seemed to be in his twilight years, and with each breath, his chest made a wheezing sound, like a broken-down exhaust fan tearing at his skin.

This old man was once one of the most powerful beings in the Great Xia Dynasty, the director of the Central Bureau of Deception.

"I know everything."

The old man looked gently at Fu Zhiyuan, who was covered in sweat, and didn't say anything more.

"Who...is it? Is it him?"

Fu Zhiyuan slowly calmed his breathing, still somewhat puzzled.

"Yes. It's that little guy."

Fu Zhiyuan's eyes flickered. "Although he's S-rank, he's only at the fourth realm. How could he possibly completely obliterate an S-rank bizarre instance across all timelines?"

He even used the interjection "By what right?"

"I don't understand either," the old man said with a smile, shaking his head. "But he did it. Does the reason matter?"

Of course it's important...

That's an S-rank bizarre dungeon; at least several hundred of us have died there before!

Fu Zhiyuan thought to himself, but didn't say it out loud. He racked his brains trying to figure out the reason. "No, I have to go and ask Wu Qing."

He turned to leave, but the old man called him back.

"Chief."

"Let them do whatever they want."

The old man chuckled, petting the cat. His aged eyes were somewhat unfocused, as if he were recalling something, and he asked a question.

"Old Fu, do you remember how many deadly crises Great Xia has faced in the past two years, nearly killing countless people?"

"Three times." Fu Zhiyuan answered without hesitation. Those three crises were etched into his soul, and he would never forget them, even in death. "Each of those three crises almost plunged Great Xia into utter ruin."

"Hehe, thinking about it, I'm surprised I've lived this long." The old man's topic veered off course again, but he quickly got back on track. "Three times I faced the threat of national annihilation, and three times I was saved by three different mysterious people."

Distant memories churned in his mind, and the old man finally smiled softly.

"I remember... those three mysterious beings who saved my Great Xia from peril..."

"hehe."

"They all have the surname Lu?"

Fu Zhiyuan's pupils suddenly contracted!

His facial expression kept changing.

A suspicion that even he couldn't believe arose in his mind.

After hesitating for less than three seconds, Fu Zhiyuan turned around and left, saying the same thing again, "I'm going to find Wu Qing."

"What are you going to do?"

"If that kid really has some connection with those three, he absolutely cannot stay in the military. I have to bring him back to the Bureau of Evil and Deception to be cared for."

"Look at you, you're in such a hurry."

The old man stopped him a second time, then lowered his head to tease the black cat in his arms. After a long while, he slowly spoke, with a playful smile.

"Old Li must have discovered something earlier than us, which is why he sent his most precious apprentice to be in charge of that little guy. It was partly to protect this little guy for Great Xia, but he may also have had the idea of ​​creating momentum for the military."

Having lived for over two hundred years and controlled the Central Bureau of Deception, the old man possessed not only age but also wisdom, and he quickly came to understand everything.

"The military has indeed had a tough time these past few years. They were the ones who fought the hardest on the front lines of the Eighteen Levels of Ghost Realm, and they also suffered the most casualties in conquering the bizarre dungeons."

"The training is the most rigorous, the conditions are the harshest, the mortality rate is the highest, and there's hardly any money... Many young and talented Ghost Masters are reluctant to join the military, and the military has been losing more and more promising talents in recent years."

"If someone could take the lead, their lives would be much easier."

At this moment, the old man also guessed what a certain old military fellow who had lived as long as him had been thinking.

Fu Zhiyuan spoke up: "But... as long as he's in the military, he'll definitely go to dangerous places like the Eighteenth Level of Ghost Realm. What if something happens to him? The risk is too great. If he comes to the Bureau of Ghostly Affairs, then our Bureau of Ghostly Affairs will be..."

We're about to fly up into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!

"It's not important where he is, it's enough that he's here. When it comes to matters concerning the safety of the Great Xia, let's not think about internal strife."

The old man saw through Fu Zhiyuan's thoughts at a glance and spoke meaningfully.

"Besides, even if he needs protection, it shouldn't be to the point where we need to intervene. And if he really does need protection, even if we intervene, it will most likely be to no avail, if he really is related to those three people surnamed Lu..."

"I think most people in this world can hurt him, at least not among the living."

The old man smiled at the end.

"understood."

Fu Zhiyuan nodded quietly, then turned and left.

Just as I reached the door, I heard the old man's joking voice behind me again.

"Old Fu, why don't you change your name sometime? People keep calling you 'Director Fu, Director Fu,' I'm worried you'll never get a permanent position. And what will you do as director when I die?"

Fu Zhiyuan shook his head with a helpless smile, "Changing this isn't just about changing my name; I'd have to change my surname too. Forget it, Director. Even if you were to die, I had no intention of becoming the director. The deputy position is just fine."

"Hehehe."

........

at the same time.

Mountain Ghost Academy.

Lu Ye stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of [Lanshe], looking at the drizzling rain outside.

And the motionless figure standing in the rain at the entrance of the courtyard.

A light drizzle fell on him, condensing into droplets on his hair and clothes, dripping down and making his face appear even paler.

"My lord."

Hongluan appeared from behind, hugging Lu Ye's waist, and looked at the girl outside getting soaked in the rain, her eyes filled with pity.

It is the tenderness and affection between women.

"Are we just going to let her stand there like that?"

Lu calmly took a sip of goji berry tea without saying a word.

“She’s not a member of the Lu family until she enters their gates, but sir, what if she’s just waiting for you to lead her in?” Hongluan continued to persuade her. “She’s still young and doesn’t understand the difference between love and affection.”

Lu also sighed softly, feeling a bit of a headache.

He never forced anyone, mainly because he didn't understand what Ling Xin'er was thinking, nor was he sure if she understood the true meaning of "go with him".

It would be troublesome if I misunderstood it.

So earlier at the courtyard gate, he said to Ling Xin'er, "Think it over carefully, really think about whether you want to go through this door again."

And so Ling Xin'er has stood there motionless ever since.

"Such a beautiful girl, even the master likes her."

Hongluan gently drew circles on his chest and heart with her fingers, as understanding as ever.

"We can't let her get soaked like this. I'll go ask her for you, sir. If she doesn't want to, let her go. If she does, I'll bring her in."

After she finished speaking, Hongluan's figure slowly disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was behind Ling Xin'er.

Holding a red umbrella, he shielded himself from the rain.