Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

"Scare? People? Play?"

The three words swirled in Lin Gui's mind twice.

He didn't react for a moment.

After asking a few more questions, I finally understood what the other person meant.

Out of gratitude for the message from afar brought by Lin Gui.

These ghosts wanted to invite him to participate in their "game".

In other words... to dress up as a ghost and scare living people passing by.

"It's so stuffy here usually—"

The ghost's "voice" was drawn out, revealing a barely suppressed excitement.

"I can't touch anything, I have no sense of touch, I can't even feel the wind."

"Besides floating around and chattering, they can't do anything else."

"White Stone City is a dead end; you can't see a single living person for months."

"Finally, a few people have come out catching their breath..."

The voice chuckled twice, its mental fluctuations filled with eager anticipation.

"Shouldn't we treat them well?"

Lin Gui's expression was a bit strange.

He could probably imagine it.

A group of bored ghosts, practically rotting away, suddenly discover a few people they can scare...

That scene must have been quite lively.

He wanted to refuse.

There's still a queue of mail delivery assignments.

There are several more city-states behind them.

But when he turned his head, he met Eve's purple eyes.

She didn't speak, but tilted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with undisguised curiosity.

Even... a glimmer of hope.

Lin Gui recalled how she had quietly helped with the transcriptions along the way without ever complaining.

The copied letter was a full third of Lin Gui's.

Actually, at the very beginning, Eve wrote even faster than Lin Gui.

But in order to improve efficiency, Lin Gui stubbornly revived his research spirit that he had forgotten for many years.

He combined levitation with his already highly skilled ability to manipulate magic.

He developed his second self-created rudimentary spell.

Basic Wind Magic - Multi-Stroke Copying Technique

Using levitation to control the pen, they can simultaneously copy three letters.

While increasing efficiency threefold, it also nearly blew Lin Gui's head off.

This led him to deeply abhor the magic.

It's incredibly mentally taxing, like constantly pushing your mental limits.

If I keep using it, I'll probably go insane.

Fortunately, the following city-states were all quite small.

Some of them are even inferior to Karan.

Therefore, not many letters were copied.

Lin Gui was also able to breathe a sigh of relief.

This also includes the saintess who suffered alongside her.

Therefore, Lin Gui will still fulfill Eve's expectations.

"Alright."

After Lin Gui put the things he was organizing into his spatial storage, he said.

"Let's go take a look."

To tell the truth.

Actually, he was a little curious too.

How did these ghosts manage to mess with those...unlucky bounty hunters?

Lin Gui opened the Night Veil and sat sideways on the staff with Eve.

The staff floated up and silently followed behind the glass bead that was leading the way.

Snowflakes drifted sparsely, tinging the ruins of White Stone City with a layer of pure white.

They swept over the collapsed clock tower, crossed the empty square, and glided through the desolate streets.

The ghost floated lightly, clearly very familiar with the road.

Lin Gui glanced around at himself.

The Night Gauze Robe is functioning normally.

But the glass bead in front of them was "watching" them without any obstruction.

It would even stop occasionally and wait, as if to say, "Stay close."

Lin Gui was not surprised.

The veiled robe in the dark can deceive the senses of legendary experts, but it cannot deceive the most ordinary ghosts.

This isn't a matter of spell level; it's a matter of fundamental restraint.

Existing stealth magic, whether it's the Night Veil or the arcane arts of epic assassins.

These methods all target and conceal physical or energy characteristics such as energy fluctuations, body temperature, smell, and light and shadow.

But a ghost's "seeing" relies on direct perception at the level of the soul.

What they "see" is the outline of the soul.

Therefore, even the most advanced stealth techniques are useless against them.

They all look transparent.

Lin Gui was not wearing the dark gauze robe to avoid ghosts.

He was trying to avoid what might happen next.

living people.

He didn't want to be discovered by passing bounty hunters.

I don't want to get into unnecessary trouble because of a farce.

He just wanted to be a qualified bystander.

The staff swept across the last street and turned into a relatively intact residential area.

The glass bead leading the way slowed down and floated up and down slightly.

A suppressed excitement emanated from his mental fluctuations:

"We've arrived just ahead."

"Those guys are in the old tavern."

Lin Gui followed the ghost and floated in through a broken window on the second floor of the tavern.

The foothold was a decaying beam, offering a clear view of the main hall below.

At first glance, he spotted those few "unlucky guys".

There were five people in total, dressed in a mixed style but exuding a sense of competence.

The leader was a scarred man, wearing close-fitting dark leather armor, with a poisoned dagger at his waist.

He was an assassin.

Behind him were two men, one carrying a longbow wrapped in strips of cloth, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

He is a wandering knight.

However, the specific class of the other three people could not be determined from their equipment.

A burly man carrying a heavy net gun with barbs.

The remaining two were dressed in warrior's leather armor, but carried weapons that resembled both staffs and wooden sticks.

The equipment is very strange.

Oh, and in the corner, there were two elderly people lying flat, barely alive.

A dying person is a necessary condition for hunters to enter the Wailing Wall.

At this moment, the five people were gathered in the center of the tavern, talking in hushed tones.

"I never thought that a few old men who are about to die could actually get into this godforsaken place."

The man carrying the rope net grinned, his voice hoarse.

"This is the Wailing Wall."

The ranger next to him nodded, but his eyes never left the window.

"yes."

"The once most forbidden area was unexpectedly discovered to be broken by a group of disgraceful hunters."

He paused, his tone tinged with resentment.

"This price is outrageous."

"Two old men who are about to die, 1.5 million gold coins."

"What if they both kick the bucket halfway there..."

The wandering swordsman turned his head and glanced at the old man in the corner.

"When I get back, I'll slaughter his whole family."

"That ugly girl wouldn't even fetch a penny if sold to the red-light district."

"They took our money and they're still so happy."

"Why not use it to vent your anger?"

In the corner, two elderly people huddled together trembled.

He coughed violently, his breathing became rapid, and it felt as if he was about to pass out at any moment.

His thin, bony hands clenched tightly around his chest, his eyes wide open.

It was filled with fear.

"Hey, don't take it seriously!"

The scarred assassin smiled and waved his hand, his tone relaxed.

"Just kidding."

He walked up to the old man, squatted down, and gave him a seemingly kind smile.

"We're good people, how could we do such a thing?"

The old man's lips trembled, and a faint glimmer of hope flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Really...really?"

"Of course it's true."

The scarred man's smile deepened, and he patted the old man on the shoulder.

The others exchanged glances and suddenly burst into laughter.

Laughter echoed through the empty tavern.

It was laced with undisguised mockery and blatant contempt.

That was the strong trampling of the weak, a practice they were accustomed to.