When Wen Yan saw that this evil ghost’s eyes were pitch black, without even a trace of white, he knew that its humanity had already been extinguished.
There was absolutely no need to waste words with this kind of evil ghost.
They are like incarnations of evil itself, completely fearless, and utterly different from the wicked people in human imagination.
Wicked people are basically self-interested; they understand risks and benefits.
But evil ghosts that have lost their humanity, truly act out of malicious intent, even if it brings them no gain and only harm to others.
Even if the price is their own utter destruction, they will not allow you to benefit.
Threats are completely useless.
This is why, whenever the Scorching Sun Departnt encounters evil ghosts, they almost always go straight for the kill.
This is also why, when evil ghosts erupt in Virtue City, the Scorching Sun Departnt can decisively add a few more street lamps.
All these evil ghosts, when killed, deserve it—none are innocent.
In fact, at least ninety-nine percent of these evil ghosts weren’t good people even when they were alive.
He killed this evil ghost swiftly and then imdiately returned to the car.
The driver stared at Wen Yan in shock, gasping for breath over and over.
The minister’s external reinforcent is way too ruthless!
Faced with an evil ghost—a Ghost—it only took a couple of words, and it was cleanly beaten into oblivion.
"Stop spacing out. Drive."
Wen Yan reminded him, and only then did the driver hurriedly shift gears and press the accelerator.
When they were almost there, the driver cautiously reminded him.
"Currently, we suspect there’s a Domain over there—one that can move. The Big Head Ghost is the Domain Master.
We haven’t figured out how to enter, nor do we know the exact nature of the Domain.
We just found a few clues; this Big Head Ghost might be from the east of the commandery, or maybe from Haidai County to the east."
"Got it, thanks."
Wen Yan put down the tablet, gazing into the distance. When they arrived here, a sense of familiarity welled up in him.
In the dream Grandma sent him, the surroundings were almost exactly like this.
The car stopped, and Wen Yan stepped out by himself, following the main road forward.
From afar, seeing the distant gates, the steps at the entrance, and those two stone pedestals, Wen Yan knew—there was no mistake. The target of those ghosts must be Chen Qimo.
Following the photos he’d seen earlier, he paced back and forth at the entrance, trying to find a way to enter the Domain.
This kind of Domain, set up in place but not including the existing environnt, must have an anchor point in the real world.
Now it’s certain—the anchor is right here; it’s just not clear exactly where.
Walking step by step across dozens of ters, using the photos and video provided by the Scorching Sun Departnt to pinpoint the general location, he paced the area three tis, and when he stepped out again, Wen Yan paused.
He keenly sensed that with that step, everything around him seed to have grown larger.
He took another step, and again, everything seed to expand.
He knew he’d found the entrance.
And as long as he could locate this spot, he’d be able to go inside.
If he’d been here when the Domain unfolded, he wouldn’t have had to work this hard.
His trait once trapped him in the Netherworld, but sotis, it ca in very handy.
His figure grew smaller with every step forward, until he finally vanished on the spot.
As the surroundings enlarged and finally beca illusory, a village gradually materialized before him.
He realized he had entered the Domain.
He stood at the village entrance. In front was a wide road that cut through the village, lined tightly on both sides with houses built by the villagers themselves.
From old brick-and-tile houses to newly built two- or three-story flats, every style was there.
Here, he sensed a massive number of ghosts—in every house, and in large numbers.
Yet all the ghosts hiding in the houses didn’t dare co out.
Wen Yan looked around and saw so ghosts within the houses peeking out, clearly terrified of what was outside.
One ghost t Wen Yan’s eyes and instantly shrank back from the window.
Wen Yan was a bit surprised; he had no idea how many ghosts were trapped here—he couldn’t even make a rough estimate.
Wen Yan carefully felt the atmosphere here. The resentnt within the Domain was incredibly dense, and very pure.
He looked into the distance—at the end of the road stood a very typical opera stage.
Usually, this was used when an opera troupe perford, and on ordinary days, the villagers would use it for etings.
On the stage, the Big Head Ghost sat there. In front of him stood a Fierce Ghost in a red skirt, and Chen Qimo stood below, motionless.
On the stage, the left half of the Red Skirt Ghost’s body was already gone; part of the left face and neck, too.
He stood on one leg, sensing soone had arrived behind him. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and flashed a brilliant smile.
"Soone’s arrived. You can’t escape now, and dawn is coming."
The Big Head Ghost imdiately opened its mouth and bit another chunk out of the Red Skirt Ghost.
But the Red Skirt Ghost only laughed harder, eyes glowing blood-red, everything about him seed to mock.
I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid you won’t die.
"You dared to kill soone from the Scorching Sun Departnt. Now, there’s nowhere for you in all of heaven and earth."
The Red Skirt Ghost laughed wildly, ignoring the gnawing of the Big Head Ghost, holding his head up in defiance.
The Red Skirt Ghost turned his head and looked back.
He glanced at the little girl behind him, face streaked with tears, full of worry, sobbing endlessly, and felt he no longer had any regrets.
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