CHAPTER 131: CHAPTER 81: COMMAND WITH VIGOR, TRANSFORM THE BATTLE STRENGTH (5K)_2

Don’t be fooled by how much he loves to curse or how ruthless he is—there are actually a ton of old ghosts who remember the good things he’s done.

Most people just want stability and peace. It’s not like everyone turns into a power-mad psycho after becoming a ghost. The vast majority of ghosts just want to quietly live out their afterlife like normal folks.

With these two showing up in person today, no one’s daring to stir up trouble.

Sparrow Cat is running its mouth for their own good; and anyone who dares lose their temper, Lord Zhu really will smack the hell out of them with a giant slap to the face.

If you get smacked to death, that’s just tough luck. Those demons have National First-Class and even rare, specially protected statuses. Over here in Ghostland? No such policy.

Sparrow Cat’s been roasting people half the night, going wild with it. Now, it doesn’t even want to join the Scorching Sun Department anymore.

Once you join the Scorching Sun Department, you lose your chill—you’ll never get to mess with people this freely again.

Just tagging along with Wen Yan is enough.

Honestly, it had no idea Wen Yan played things this crazy. The old lady came clean today—she only came because Wen Yan asked.

And that old ghost? All it took was one call from the old lady, and he showed up.

Lady Lie didn’t say a word, pouring tea for the two big shots, just being a regular server.

At first, she was actually pretty nervous, afraid she wouldn’t be able to do what Wan Jun asked.

But after a while, she realized she had nothing to worry about. Young Master Su’s connections are wild—just these two sitting there was enough. No demon dared to act up.

...

Inside the factory Domain, the zombie horde that gave the Scorching Sun Department the most headaches was taken care of by Gan Tang with just a couple of claps.

Orders, rules—none of that stands up to a Flying Zombie several levels higher stomping down hard.

Numbers don’t mean a damn thing in a situation like this.

This is exactly why Cai Qidong is so desperate to get a couple of Great Zombies from Fuyu Mountain.

With zombies, bloodline suppression, level suppression, and type suppression are all ridiculously overpowered.

No need to talk sense to mindless Walking Dead or Hopping Corpses. Crushing them by instinct works way better than any rules.

The Little Zombie carried by Wen Yan has gone quiet too. The little thing’s sharp—she knows if she tattles, she’s giving them an excuse nobody can argue with.

As for what happens when she gets here? That’s another story.

Gan Tang held Wen Yan’s hand, walking forward through the zombie tide—they opened a path for themselves, the corpses parting like waves.

They walked right up to a factory building’s main entrance. Gan Tang stepped forward, as if hitting some kind of invisible resistance.

Her expression stayed calm as she landed her foot, and instantly the entire building shuddered. A sheen of flowing light covered the whole place, then shattered with a bang, and the entire building collapsed in a heartbeat.

With a sweep of her wide sleeves, Gan Tang gave a soft command.

"Call Wind."

Out of nowhere, a howling wind kicked up and instantly turned into a roaring tornado, whipping up the ruins of the factory and tossing them far off into the distance.

Wen Yan swallowed hard and followed her inside. Everything inside had been smashed to pieces, even those weirdo machines—all busted up across the floor.

With a wave, Gan Tang summoned the Wooden Armor Mask from within the debris. It flew into her hand.

She stroked the mask, a hint of regret on her face.

"This was made by a Wooden Armor Corpse back in the day. He wanted to use the vitality of wood to come back from death and blaze a new trail."

"But in the end, he still failed, leaving behind only this thing."

"Never thought people would use it for stuff like this now."

"If he knew about this in the afterlife, he’d probably bust out of his coffin in rage."

"This thing really shouldn’t be left in people’s hands. It’s too dangerous."

With a casual wave, Gan Tang swept the Wooden Armor Mask up her sleeve, and it vanished.

Wen Yan of course didn’t mind. Qin Kun had his eyes closed the whole time, so he didn’t see a thing.

Gan Tang looked over at the wall and said to Wen Yan and Qin Kun,

"From here on, I can’t act anymore. If he sees me make a move, you’ll both be in danger."

"Aunt Gan, have you ever seen this kind of ability?"

"No, but I’ve heard of it. The founder of the Golden Core Path had a divine skill like this—making imitation reality. Unfortunately, the one we’re seeing doesn’t use this power down the right path. Besides, his skills aren’t quite the same as what I know."

Gan Tang stood where she was, not moving forward, still holding onto the Little Zombie.

Only Uncle, Qin Kun, and Wen Yan kept going ahead.

...

Deeper inside the wall, there was a huge pit. The endless Black Water that poured in had finally stopped.

The pit below looked incredibly deep, its bottom lost to darkness.

As the torrent of Black Water from the pipes faded, light shone down, finally revealing, below the pit, tier after shattered tier—crumbling Domains, yet not completely collapsed.

Fake Mo Zhicheng followed the Black Water’s flow through every broken Domain all the way to the bottom.

Down there was like a boundless void. A colossal Soul Devouring Beast, dozens of kilometers long, silently floated in the darkness, ghostly blue light bathing everything around it.

The Black Water turned into crisscrossing streams, draping over the massive body of the Soul Devouring Beast.

Inside that Black Water were loads of fragmented soul bodies from broken ghosts. Their power, after churning through the factory’s huge machines, got turned into some kind of nutrient serum.

Inside, there’s power that the Soul Devouring Beast can actually absorb—it’s just, those powers have a little something extra mixed in.

Fake Mo Zhicheng stared at the Soul Devouring Beast from afar, feeling his spirit sway as if his very soul was about to leave his body.

He couldn’t hide his excitement. He’d paid a huge price wrecking his way through broken Domains to reach this place and find the Soul Devouring Beast.