CHAPTER 157: CHAPTER 157: VIOLENT CLEARANCE MODE (SECOND UPDATE)

Bai Yunqi twitched the corners of his mouth and explained, "Venerable Family, to us, these are just a few paper figures, but when burned across, they will turn into warriors very similar to ghosts. Two can be used as escorts, and the other two as laborers. There’s enough of them, and the old man needs to sustain them!"

"Feeding and sustaining warriors isn’t just a matter of spending more money. I can easily fold a few strings of paper ingots. Isn’t it just a matter of burning more paper money?" He thought this was such a simple task.

With plenty of gold ingots, a hundred and eighty Yin Warriors can be burned. Old Man Wan can give orders at will. Even if they encounter troublemaking Ghost Cultivators using the same paper-zha tactics as himself, a large group of Yin Warriors can hard-fight them to ruin. Wouldn’t life be easier by sweeping horizontally and vertically?

The other party waggled his finger, deliberating on the wording: "It’s not as simple as you think. First, once the Yin Warriors are burned over, they are specified to someone and will follow them. Indeed, they won’t run, but they need to be manipulated to do anything.

First, the old man is just an ordinary ghost and cannot simultaneously command such a powerful spiritual force. Secondly, having too many of these things to manage can lead to them turning on their master.

Moreover, you have to consider that the old man lives in Ghost Capital Black Water City, and the city in the Netherworld is not much different from the Mortal World. They are even ghosts that have lived for hundreds of years, with deeper waters and more complex relations.

Old Man Wan currently doesn’t have a solid backing. Imagine an ordinary, aged ghost guarding a pile of gold ingots, suddenly possessing a large group of warriors with overpowering combat strength but unable to fully control them. Wouldn’t he instantly become the focus of Black Water City?

What we need now is stability before anything else.

First, send four over to give the old man a hand, which wouldn’t be noticeable. When the matter is settled and slowly expanding in strength, more Yin Warriors and paper cattle and horses can be sent over without fear of other ghosts coveting them."

Does everything need intentional manipulation?

Jiang Yuan couldn’t help but be startled, thinking to himself that it might be because of his system that he can simultaneously command so many paper zhas, only needing to issue individual commands for precise actions.

Just like the paper figures thrown on Lushan, which only need to be ordered to use the Mining Pickaxe to mine, picking up and storing Spirit Stones separately without specifying the direction or strength of the mining. They can be left "hanging", and he can go and collect the loot or adjust directions when he has time.

Unexpectedly, using Yin Warriors is quite troublesome. He nods, showing he understands, "Do tools need to be burned over too? Like making paper-mache Mining Pickaxes?"

"No need for that. The old man can buy them directly in Black Water City." Bai Yunqi pondered that there was nothing else omitted, then packed the paper figures and paper money and personally burned them across.

This time, there were no obstacles, and everything went smoothly.

Jiang Yuan glanced at the familiar contract pet interface that had already increased in favorability and assigned tasks, "Yun Mo’s injuries are no longer a concern. Today, follow Mingchuan to collect herbs and pick mushrooms nearby. Little White and I will go to Riverfront Village Ghost Realm. I believe you should be able to get in."

Bai Yunqi: ???

What situation? Is that Ghost Realm under your control? How do you know I can get in? There’s no way there’s a sign in the Ghost Realm saying: Bai Yunqi can enter tomorrow.

Despite the confusion, he ultimately chose to comply with the Venerable Family’s arrangement, thinking that this quirky fellow was always hard to figure out. If he couldn’t get in later, he could finally have an advantage for once!

After a cup of tea’s time, Bai Yunqi really did step into the Ghost Realm following Jiang Yuan. The entire serpent went numb—how did he really get in so easily? It wasn’t like this last time!

"Inside, the situation is that Riverfront Village has merged with a Wufeng City. The souls of the originally deceased residents have returned to their bodies after being polluted, turning into corpse ghosts..." Jiang Yuan stood in the black mist, not immediately clicking to enter the instance, but briefly explaining the situation inside to Little White.

After listening, Bai Yunqi pondered for a moment and seriously asked, "Since it’s already a Ghost Realm, why doesn’t the Venerable Family just eliminate all the monsters and ghosts? No matter what it is, push through it all, and the haunting ghost aura will soon dissipate."

Jiang Yuan looked puzzled, could it really be that simple?

Upon careful thought, it seemed there was no such restriction. Should he just hold down the ridge beast and directly hammer it to see what happens? Usually immersed in gaming and following quests, he never thought of trying a different approach. Now he’d try and see if he could straightforwardly wipe them out.

After all, he’d already tolerated that odd guy for two days, and he was tired of the scenes at the oil and sugar workshops, which he knew were just another set of oppression by brute force drilling out every drop of oil from deep down.

"You’re right, let’s not play with them anymore; let’s kill them all!" Jiang Yuan clicked to enter the instance, and their view suddenly brightened.

It was still the dilapidated city gate and walls.

Bai Yunqi squinted slightly and said in a low voice, "The Venerable Family sees those blood handprints; they’re trying to escape from inside the city. Clearly, something horrendous happened in Wufeng City, causing such a bloody mass escape attempt. Yet, the base of the city wall has no bloodstains or bones, indicating no one escaped unscathed."

"Ah, right!" Jiang Yuan realized after hearing his analysis that the blood handprints were indeed layered and reversed.

Having grown up in a peaceful modern world, his most violent encounters outside of the New Year’s pig slaughter were horror zombie movies, so he instinctively thought of such scenes as atmospheric zombie settings, never analyzing or thinking deeper.

The city gate remained cracked open, and the two entered one after the other.

"The esteemed guest returns, what cargo will you bring in today?" The strange stone beast on the roof shattered, transforming into a giant ridge beast that flew over to stand before them.

Jiang Yuan didn’t answer but picked up a stick to beat it, and even set it on fire in passing.

The ridge beast sneered, "Already lost patience so soon? Too bad I had prepared so many grand performances for you to open your eyes to the truth of this world—it’s all devouring one another until even the bones are chewed to dust..."

"Too much nonsense!" Bai Yunqi couldn’t be bothered to argue, he wrapped it with his tail and slammed it hard, making a massive pit in the green brick house of the vinegar workshop. Shortly after, from under the ridge beast that hadn’t crawled up, sprouted shadows of snakes covering and engulfing it inch by inch.

[Violent Clearance Mode Activated, Players Please Be Cautious of Personal Safety]

After the "NPC" took damage, the system gave a prompt, and Jiang Yuan saw health bars pop up on everything in sight! Aside from the original buildings of Riverfront Village, even the houses and walls of Wufeng City had health bars!

What the hell! Is this city alive?

He felt a shiver of chill, rushed forward, and finished off the injured ridge beast with a strike, then began swinging at the buildings with health bars with his staff.

"Boom! Crack!"

The houses with thin short health bars crumbled beneath a single strike, making a rumble from deep underground, finally disappearing completely in a cloud of dust.

"Venerable Family, this house is also unusual; it’s better to demolish it too." Bai Yunqi tried it as well, finding that after demolishing a house, it turned to dust and vanished, prompting him to frown.