The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

Their mission this time was to collect the body and then deliver it to the ancestral homeland that Fox You had mentioned for burial.

Fox will wait for them in their homeland.

As luck would have it, they were somewhat familiar with that place called Gutulin Ferry, which was located in western Yunnan, not far from Fenghuang City.

As the group stood before the valley, a beast-drawn carriage happened to pass by them.

The coachman reined in his winged horse. "Where are you going, fellow Daoists, after crossing the valley?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Qing smiled and said, "To the Red Maple Ferry."

"What a coincidence, we are too. It's almost evening. You don't look very old, why don't you wait until the sun rises before you leave?" The driver, afraid they didn't know the inside story, laughed and said, "I take passengers to Hongfeng Ferry every day, but I never cross the valley at night. However, today a distinguished guest has chartered the car and insists on leaving now, so we came here. But it seems we will have to spend the night outside the valley."

"You have no idea, there are many evil spirits in this valley. It is said that... the evil spirits that have wandered into this Central Continent came from here."

The members of the Supreme Sect were taken aback upon hearing this. "But we've never heard of this before?"

Yan Qing looked at Lin Du, "Uncle-Master, is it in the official gazette?"

Lin Du shook his head. "This place doesn't belong to any sect or force, and it's close to the border of Zhongzhou, so the news didn't reach us."

Yan Qing then walked over to the coachman and asked with a smile, "We checked the Zhongzhou Chronicles before we came, and we didn't hear about any demons here?"

"Hey, it's only been a few years. Isn't the world getting more and more turbulent?" The driver's face was weathered by the sun and wind, and the tung oil shone brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun. "It's been seven or eight years. Before, people could still walk at night, but later fewer and fewer people walked at night, and there were more and more traces of evil spirits. Everyone is just an ordinary person, so they don't dare to walk anymore."

Upon hearing this, Lin Du made up his mind and nodded to Yan Qing.

Yan Qing smiled and gave the coachman a few spirit stones. The group of seven then entered the valley.

"Hey! You bunch of fools! Why won't you listen to advice!" the driver shouted a few times, finally shaking his head helplessly. He turned to look inside the carriage. "Hey, esteemed guest, tell me, what's the world like..."

Inside the shared carriage, a withered hand slowly emerged, its surface an unnatural bluish-black. "Now, cross the valley."

"Honored guest, the sun has already set!"

"I said, cross the valley!" the man shouted, enunciating each word clearly.

Upon hearing this, the coachman couldn't help but glance behind him curiously, intending to have a serious talk with him. Who would risk their life to travel? If someone had high cultivation, they would definitely fly away instead of hiring a carriage.

"Now, then..."

The coachman's gaze fell on the man's hand, and his heart skipped a beat; this wasn't the same color as before.

The sun finally sank below the horizon, dusk descended, and the indigo night swept in, inch by inch pressing down on the crimson sky, like a demon devouring light, heavily suppressing the vibrant colors and ushering in a world of darkness.

Lin Du suddenly stopped in his tracks. "What's that smell?"

"What? The smell of money?" Yuan Ye replied subconsciously.

Hou Cang's voice came from the disciple tokens at their waists, "It's the scent of demons."

The sound of the sword being drawn was clearly audible, and Lin Du suddenly turned around.

The young man drew his longsword, and at that very moment, his dark blue hand reached for the coachman's shoulder.

A gleaming sword light pierced the dim sky, its sharp edge terrifying, precisely severing the outstretched hand.

The coachman tumbled off the carriage in a sorry state, but refused to leave, clinging tightly to his horse.

The young man in white wielded his sword and shattered the roof of the carriage. With a loud crack, the carriage was torn to pieces, leaving only the base and the stubbornly scattered panels that resembled a withered flower.

"Oh no, my car, my manhood... Ah!!! A ghost!!! Oh no, a demon!!!"

The coachman scrambled to his feet, pulled out a dagger from his waist, cut the shaft of the carriage, mounted his horse, and rode forward a few paces.

Hou Cang lowered his eyes, coldly looking at the strange, bluish-black "zombie" with its severed hand. As dusk finally fell, the man stiffly looked up, meeting the face of the heartless immortal. He opened his mouth, only uttering a strange hoarse sound from his throat.

As darkness finally fell completely, the small lamps installed on all four sides of the carriage sensed the darkness and suddenly lit up, their faint light illuminating the figure inside.

Or rather, they could no longer be called human.

The thing was expanding rapidly, like a giant growing at an astounding pace. It let out a strange roar from its throat. The robe that had been tightly wrapped around its body was now torn apart. Strange black runes were painted all over its rapidly expanding body, as if some thick oil had seeped into its skin. But upon closer inspection, they seemed to be under the skin, protruding like scars.

Hou Cang didn't intend to wait for the thing to fully expand. Just as his sword was about to fall, a group of children's heart-wrenching screams came from the token: "Spare their lives!!!"

"Uncle-Master, wait! Don't kill them! That's money! That's our money!"

"Senior brother, don't move!"

Hou Cang was momentarily stunned, and could only forcibly retract the sword energy he had unleashed. Thus, the sword energy, which was glowing white at the tip, turned a corner and was abruptly withdrawn, like a flowing cloud turning a bend.

He turned around, and the bunch of brats who had told him to wait outside came running, almost like six streaks of light, shouting as they rushed towards him.

"Uncle-Master!!!" Yuan Ye charged ahead, the talisman in his hand gleaming brightly. "That's our client! Our client!!!"

Hou Cang: Huh?

He turned around, and the thing had completely transformed. With a push of its hind legs, it leaped high into the air and charged straight at the nearest aerial immortal. It had ferocious fangs, scarlet eyes, and grotesque outward-facing bones and muscles, making it a very unsightly appearance.

Before he could speak, Yuan Ye's voice rang out again, "Junior Uncle!!! Our client seems to have mutated!! He's even biting people, what do we do!!"

"Then let him rest in peace! Fourth Senior Brother! Leave him a whole body so he can be properly buried!"

Lin Du's voice was calm and composed, without even a hint of breathlessness, but his killing intent was already evident.

Hou Cang responded, raised his hand to form a hand seal, and golden light reappeared on his forehead. He then shattered the demonic embryo with a single sword strike.

The white light pierced through the thing's body, and this time the carriage floor shattered without leaving a trace.

The coachman, who hadn't gone far: ...

The six people running around made quite a commotion. The driver still couldn't figure out how his customers, who were clearly human when they got in the car, turned into demons at night, and why they, who were clearly his customers, turned into those idiots' customers.

And why... could those few hotheads run with the feeling of a thousand horses galloping?

Lin Du was the first to arrive at the crime scene. He quickly put on sharkskin gloves, but before he could even begin to probe, he heard Hou Cang say, "Did you see clearly what technique I used just now? Use it like that in the future too."

Lin Du nodded perfunctorily to indicate that he understood, then took out the rabbit-head-shaped tracking artifact from his hand. The rabbit's eyes instantly lit up and turned bright red.

"It is indeed a demon."

"But it's clear that the soul is our client."

A spirit guide talisman cannot be wrong.

Yuan Ye picked up the storage bag and the broken jade pendant from the ground, examined them together, and said, "Junior Uncle, this is our client. The name on the jade pendant is Hu Feiwei, who is the person Hu You commissioned."

"That's quite a name," Mo Lin said, circling around with his sword and staff. "And now he's acting just as recklessly."

Summer approached, preparing to inspect the body for burial. "The person wasn't dead when Foxyou placed the order, so why did he make us come to collect the body? Did he plan this all along?"

Lin Du, still holding the magical artifact in his gray-black gloved hand, said, "It's hard to say... but the coachman was right."

She looked back into the valley. "It's getting dark. There are indeed demons in the valley, many demons."

Xia Tianwu's gaze fell on the tracking artifact. The rabbit ears strangely turned in a different direction, pointing directly into the valley, and the display panel showed the maximum value.

"Is this fox trying to set us up?" Yuan Ye walked over as well. "Looks like getting three million won't be easy."

Ni Jinxuan suddenly remembered something, "Junior Uncle, have we forgotten something?"

Lin Du nodded, "Yes, Qi Zhen, he's still in the Qin Xinjing state, he can't run fast."

"It's not that I forgot, I did it on purpose."

Her eyes were dark and deep, and she said lightly, "I've left Han Yueling behind as well."

The Cold Moon Spirit is the essence of the moon, which can become invisible.

Lin Du deliberately set a trap.