Before dusk came, the fog came first.

Huaifeng was suddenly enveloped in fog.

This is not a sign of the coming rain. Rain is always depressing, humid yet sultry, and as uncomfortable as a steamer.

But now the surroundings are too cold, and the drop in temperature brings a chill.

It's just that when he gets closer, his face turns pale.

Seeing the pedestrians running faster on the street, as if they wanted to avoid the rain, the waiter in the wine shop couldn't help but said: "God, what happened recently? It's either heavy rain or fog. It seems like winter is coming suddenly. It won't snow soon, Huaifeng."

But I haven’t seen snow in years.”

"The military disaster is very serious, and it is such a bad omen."

"It's not good for the rebels to attack the city."

As soon as this topic was brought up, everyone immediately fell silent.

It's not that it's taboo, it's just that it's too heavy.

The only people we can rely on are the officers and soldiers.

It is said that there are 50,000 officers and soldiers in the city, and young men must continue to be trained as a reserve.

"What are you afraid of? If the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up." A young man in fancy clothes at the wine table on one side picked up the weapons on the table.

He had already seen the fireworks blooming, and it was obviously the recognized leader in Huaifeng who was telling them that they could take action.

The young man who walked to the door turned around and said, "It just so happens that so-and-so is tall."

After saying that, he walked to the street, but just as he was about to leave, he paused slightly.

With a solemn expression, he clenched the long sword in his hand.

The harsh sound of drawing a sword sounded.

A rusty wooden knife appeared in front of everyone.

The diners in the wine shop were originally surprised by the young man's words, but when they saw that it was a wooden knife, they looked at each other and started laughing.

Maybe in their eyes, this is just a lunatic who boasts about everything.

How to cut someone with a wooden knife?

What's even more strange is that there are still rust stains on this wooden knife.

How could a wooden knife get rusty?

The young man's arms trembled slightly.

He is afraid.

Because just when he was about to leave, something tripped him. As he staggered to his feet, a cold feeling came from his ankle.

Looking down, he saw the white and withered ghost hands holding his ankle tightly.

The young man waved the wooden sword in his hand without hesitation.

The wrist broke at the sound.

Before the young man could breathe a sigh of relief, the cold wind blew his clothes and hair, and an icy coldness came from the front.

The young man turned around, and his boyish eyes suddenly shrank into pinpoints.

The green-faced ghost walking in the mist in front of him had already walked in front of him, looking down at him.

The green-faced ghost was wearing tattered armor. Compared with the little ghost beside him who was only wearing single clothes, he looked more like a general fighting on the battlefield.

Li Gui grabbed the young man's neck.

The blue-black palm was stronger than the iron hoop, and it was forced into the young man's neck.

The young man's complexion suddenly turned red, then turned purple.

His face was ferocious due to being restrained, and his eyes couldn't help but protrude.

He also understood that it was a life-or-death moment, and raised his wooden knife to chop at Li Gui. However, before the wooden knife fell, he heard a crunching sound, and his head tilted to the side weakly.

The originally stretched body was like a rag in the evil ghost's hand.

His arms dropped weakly, and even the wooden knife clattered to the ground.

The evil spirit opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the young man, then walked straight down the street, his big feet stepping on the wooden knife.

The wooden knife snapped into two pieces.

The diners in the restaurant had long been frightened under the tables, and were still a little stunned in place, with their stiff bodies unable to move.

What just happened was just a few breaths away.

A living human life became the evil spirit's ration, and the man cut off the little devil's hand in the first place.

I heard the young man say that he was a tall man. I thought it was a joke, but I didn't expect that he was really capable. However, just by meeting him, he was eaten by a ghost.

"Ghost...Ghost, ghost!"

"Help!"

I don’t know how long it took before a sharp scream sounded in Huaifeng.

Chaos ensues.

…

The heavy breathing is accompanied by the running of the body.

A man in a long robe who looked like a cashier hid at the corner of the alley with a fearful look on his face.

While reluctantly trying to stop the bleeding, he took out the talisman from his waist and reinstalled it on the cloth bag robe.

Of course, this robe is definitely not a magic weapon, but an item with the magic of armor and horse. Using the talisman to activate the armor and horse allows him to gain power far beyond ordinary people.

Because of this, there was a chance to fight the evil ghost.

However, he didn't understand why the evil ghost that appeared in the city was so powerful.

Those things that were dealt with in the past disappeared under the illumination of the talisman.

Even powerful ghosts are handled by Capt. Han and will not come to him.

But today he was exhausted just dealing with the kid.

Dongdong.

He heard the sound of his heart beating, and the smell of blood on his body was like a beacon in the dark night. The evil spirits came following the smell of blood.

"Is it raining?"

The clouds were so thick, it was no wonder it rained, but why were the raindrops so big?

He wiped it and felt an unpleasant smell. When he looked up, he saw a white-faced evil ghost with fangs spread out.

That's not busy rain at all, but the saliva of a white-faced ghost.

"broken!"

The moment their eyes made contact, the white-faced ghost was already crawling quickly with both hands and feet, and jumped down from the wall.

The man only had one thought in his mind, that he was going to die.

"Bang."

A strong arm blocked the man's face and also stopped the white-faced ghost.

The man who came was strong and wearing a bearskin cloak. He said in a deep voice: "If you are injured, just go to Dahuai Street and don't run around."

It was Li San who came to the rescue.

Li San received the magic pattern enchantment exerted by Tu Shanjun, and also had a bear skin on his body, and his strength was beyond ordinary.

Even in the middle stage of Qi training, he can still fight, let alone these fierce ghosts that invade Huaifeng with the mist.

"Thank you very much for your help, brother, I'm Liu Yi."

…

Two hours later.

Dahuai Street.

The originally spacious street has now been demolished and made flatter, like a huge square.

In the center of Dahuai Street is a huge locust tree. The locust tree is covered with pendants used for praying, or peace blessings, wooden plaques, or things like concentric locks.

In the flat square, Han An sat upright in front of the altar.

There were many people gathered on Dahuai Street, and most of them were strangers from Huaifeng. To be honest, they only knew a little bit about it, and some of them were simply using evil methods themselves.

After all, there are many temples, and relatively speaking, there are some people with good abilities.

What they practice is not an authentic form of Taoism, but their internal energy is purer and stronger, something closer to magic power.

The true Taoism is to cultivate immortality and become a Qi practitioner.
To be continued...