West Hall,
The domain of ghost artifacts.
Not only the ghost marshals played, but the ghosts also learned a few tricks.
Cars and motorcycles shot out of the Underworld Gate with a 'zi la—' sound.
In the blink of an eye, they had cruised around the city twice.
There were also those who could set traps, casually tossing out a couple of ghost artifacts.
Things like ghost walls, pit traps, and phantom ghosts crawling out of televisions…
They did whatever was most mischievous.
A year of research was all reflected here.
And the ghost marshals?
Not all the ghost marshals of the West Hall were in plain sight.
Bang—!
A sniper in the shadows opened fire.
A ghost, causing trouble, was hit in the abdomen, its eyes rolled back, and it plummeted straight down from the air.
Then it was caught in a net and taken away.
Bang!
Another ghost, riding a motorcycle, fell.
Only the motorcycle continued to move forward due to inertia.
"Holy shit! Run!"
Upon seeing the ghost marshals make their move, the ghosts that had been frolicking everywhere quickly found cover and hid.
Some even threw traps behind them, trying to ensnare the pursuing ghost marshals.
In the midst of this chase—
Suddenly, a round object fell from above.
It landed precisely between a Black Wuchang and a ghost.
Boom—
The round black ball exploded.
The Black Wuchang reacted in time and dodged first.
Only the ghost was left blackened all over, its hair turned into an afro.
It spat out a puff of black gas and lay flat on the ground.
…
The Black Wuchang looked up.
He saw a plane flying rapidly overhead.
On it, two ghosts were constantly finding opportunities to drop black bombs.
"Heh…"
The Black Wuchang sneered and raised his right hand.
In his hand, a metal ball connected by a rope had appeared at some point.
One end of the rope was wrapped around his hand.
With a flick of his wrist, the metal ball began to spin with the swing of the rope.
Aiming at the plane, he flicked his wrist!
In an instant,
The rope stretched infinitely, and the metal ball shot out, smashing directly into the plane.
Bang!
Plane crash!
…
And this year's North Hall was even more lively.
As the Underworld Gate opened.
A group of ghosts carrying paper figures and paper effigies rushed out.
"Hahaha, come quickly and try my new paper cuttings, they'll look great on a grave!"
"Hey, hey, don't squeeze my hair flowers off."
"I shall ride the crane to the west, and no one can stop me!"
As the group of ghosts was about to frolic everywhere, they saw the ghost marshals standing in rows not far ahead.
The ghost marshals of the East Hall formed hand seals, a golden character '封' (Feng, seal) shimmering within, and a smile on their faces.
The ghost marshals of the South Hall drew their swords from their waists, with a pair of black wings behind them.
The ghost marshals of the West Hall wore long coats and picked up the submachine guns on their backs.
The ghost marshals of the North Hall rode paper cranes, holding musical instruments.
The ghost marshals of all four halls had arrived.
All of them were staring at the newly emerged ghosts.
"…"
The group of ghosts that wanted to cause trouble paused, tucked in their necks, hunched their bodies, and obediently walked away from the side.
Some went to visit relatives, some went for late-night snacks,
Or they slipped to the other side to find a way to secretly cause trouble.
…
On such a 'festive' holiday, how could the other three halls not participate?
Let alone their team members, even the leading captains of the three halls had come out.
They came for no other reason than to watch a good show.
"Jiang Wuchang's live stream hasn't started…"
Xie Bi'an sat in a rocking chair, leisurely fanning himself, carelessly watching the ghosts not far away.
The ghost being stared at turned its head but saw nothing, only feeling a chill on the back of its neck.
It quickly moved to another spot.
Within the barrier.
Fan Wujiu flipped through the book in his hand and said casually, "With that Day-Roaming God's personality, he wouldn't let them take risks."
"He probably arranged for their return to the East Hall overnight."
"That's true." Xie Bi'an fanned himself.
The strands of hair by his ears fluttered in the wind.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
He quickly used his fan to pat his brother beside him.
He almost knocked the book out of his brother's hand.
"Look, look, it's starting."
His tone was filled with excitement.
In a place where the flames of war would not reach within the barrier.
Suddenly, the auras of high-level ghost marshals erupted.
There were not a few Great Ghost Generals, Ghost Kings, and Underworld Emissary realm ghost marshals.
Among them was the ghost marshal who had recently been promoted to the Underworld Emissary realm a few days ago.
Upon seeing it, the ghosts and ghost marshals passing by all stopped in their tracks.
This was because the Underworld Emissary realm ghost marshal wore a tall hat, a white robe, and held a mourning stick.
It was none other than 'Jiang Wuchang'!
Moreover, he was in the center position.
"What is Jiang Wuchang doing?"
"Huh, why are the captains of the Sixteenth Division also here?"
"Is Jiang Lin the one who was promoted to the Underworld Emissary realm?"
The Ox-Head ghost marshal, who was in the same class as Jiang Lin, was also a bit bewildered for a moment.
Because just a few days ago, he had told Jiang Lin that a new Underworld Emissary realm ghost marshal had been promoted in the Underworld…
And the gossip subject was right in front of him?
He knew why he couldn't see Jiang Lin during the campus internship tonight; it turned out he was here…
With such a grand display, what was going to happen?
He wasn't the only one with this question.
The supervising teacher for the campus was also momentarily confused.
Just then,
Behind 'Jiang Wuchang', a ghost marshal in the mid-stage of the Underworld Emissary realm, with a scar on his face, stepped forward.
With an uncontrollable arrogance of impending success on his face, he said, "Everyone, the North Hall, deserves a new…"
Before he could finish speaking.
'Jiang Wuchang' behind him turned his hand into a blade and struck with lightning speed.
He chopped off the scar-faced ghost marshal's head.
The change was so rapid that all the ghosts present hadn't even reacted.
In the next second, a massive barrier expanded outwards from 'Jiang Wuchang' as the center,
Excluding all irrelevant personnel.
…
Within the barrier,
The scar-faced man's head landed, and with bloodshot eyes, he looked at 'Jiang Wuchang':
"You betrayed us?!"
Splat—
A weapon wrapped in black ribbon flew out from the darkness, pinning the scar-faced man's head to the ground.
The masked Day-Roaming God walked out from the darkness.
Following him were dozens of ghost marshals from the East Hall.
In front, 'Jiang Wuchang' also resumed his original appearance.
The Day-Roaming God turned with a smile, placed his hands on the thin veil covering his eyes, and gently untied it.
"Let's finish this quickly."
Originally, he had wanted to keep these guys around for a while longer.
He hadn't expected them to cast their nets so widely and reach the East Hall.
Although their resources could forcibly boost a ghost's strength by a level, they also had many side effects.
If Jiang Lin had truly used them, he might have been stuck in the early stage of the Underworld Emissary realm forever.
"Run!"
The ghosts of the same organization within the barrier sensed that something was wrong.
They either turned to flee or attacked.
But it was already too late.
The Day-Roaming God opened his eyes.
In an instant, white light flashed.
The ghosts within the organization instinctively closed their eyes, and those who knew some information threw paper effigies to defend themselves.
At the same time, the ghost marshals of the East Hall made their move.
…