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Chapter 142: Yin and Yang are reversed, and a hundred demons parade at night
Beimang Mountain burned quickly and disappeared quickly.

After just three days, everyone seemed to have completely forgotten the existence of Beimang Mountain.

Only the people in the surrounding areas of Los Angeles would remember about Mount Beimang after seeing it, but they would forget it completely as soon as they looked away.

Whether on the Internet or in reality, there is no trace of Beimang Mountain.

I thought everything would end there, but at this moment, the clouds and mist that had originally stayed in Beimang Mountain actually showed signs of spreading to the outside world.

Deep in the spiritual vein, next to Lu Yan, there was a psychic fission battery. The huge psychic fission battery roared and released psychic energy to the outside world.

Lu Yan sat cross-legged and breathed in and out, absorbing all the spiritual energy and converting it into magic power, and began to perform the cloud and mist technique again.

Before, Lu Yan’s Qi training at the twelfth level had magical powers comparable to those at the foundation-building stage, and he was able to spread the clouds and mist within an eight-kilometer radius.

Now that he has used the psychic fission battery, he can replenish Lu Yan's consumed mana to the maximum extent and enhance the effect of the cloud and mist technique.

This time, the target of the spreading clouds and fog is no longer the small area of ​​Beimang Mountain, but Luo City outside Beimang Mountain!

The fog, which was much thinner than before, began to spread rapidly to the outside world. The white waves, with the force of a tsunami, soon spread to the suburbs outside Los Angeles. A large number of people were swallowed up by the fog without realizing it.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, there was no crisis in the fog.

Even for some seriously ill people who are in the fog, breathing the tiny particles in the air that are visible to the naked eye can actually alleviate the pain they suffer.

The entire city of Los Angeles is looming in the fog, like a city in the clouds in myths and legends.

Such a magical scene naturally aroused people's curiosity. Many people took pictures of the environment in Los Angeles and posted them online, but their accounts were restricted and blocked immediately.

This time, not only Beimang Mountain, but any information about the heavy fog in Los Angeles could not be found on the Internet.

It would be fine if the people of Los Angeles were still affected by the cognitive modification, but the problem is that the fog has already reached their doorstep, and even if there is cognitive modification, it is impossible to forcibly erase the original memory.

In the low-energy world, this world-wide cognitive modification is ultimately limited and does not directly delete memories or change thoughts.

Residents of Los Angeles began to realize that something was wrong and tried to speak out online.

However, the only thing waiting for them is having their accounts banned or even blocked.

The entire city of Los Angeles seemed to have turned into an isolated island on the Internet, leaving its residents at a loss as to what to do.

However, this is just the beginning.

As night fell, Ji Xingyao finished a day's filming and headed home.

At this time, Ji Xingyao was wearing an ordinary white jacket and jeans. The simple clothes outlined her beautiful body curves. Her waist-length hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing a black mask on her face.

My eyes swept across the scenery of Los Angeles. The visibility in the fog was only more than ten meters, and from a distance I could only see sporadic lights outside the buildings.

In this environment, there are very few cars on the road. A large number of citizens have either temporarily moved out of Los Angeles or stayed at home and were unwilling to move around. The whole world seems empty and silent.

Ji Xingyao was not too afraid of this. Instead, she enjoyed the feeling of walking in the fog, as if something unknown hidden in the depths of the fog was attracting her.

However, she did not rush in and tried her best to control the impulse in her heart. At this moment, she was thinking about another thing.

Ever since she received an event plan from Lu Yan last time, Ji Xingyao successfully won back a lot of fans through that video event. The popularity of the video soared and attracted the attention of Qingwu Group.

But soon Lu Yan disappeared, and Ji Xingyao found it difficult to find an event planner as good as Lu Yan, and the popularity that had been gained could not be retained in the future.

Fortunately, the current situation is far better than the previous low period, allowing her to maintain a barely acceptable level.

The only thing that made Ji Xingyao a little unhappy was that her former rival Su Yan seemed to have hooked up with a big shot, and now she was shooting some luxury consumption videos in high-end hotels all day long, using this to promote her socialite status and attract a large number of fans. If she continued, she might be able to catch up with her at her peak.

Ji Xingyao doesn't want to be suppressed by Su Yan again, but if she wants to truly return to the top, she still needs to start with Lu Yan.

Kicking away a stone at her feet, Ji Xingyao said in distress:

"Lu Yan, Lu Yan! Where on earth have you been?"

At this moment, a breeze blew from the depths of the fog, and an indescribable chill filled the air. It was not the coldness from the temperature, but a chill that went straight to the soul.

Ji Xingyao shuddered subconsciously, but couldn't tell why she felt uncomfortable.

The wild cats on the street raised their fur and screamed shrilly, and even the stray dogs hurriedly ran into the alleys.

Deep in Ji Xingyao's heart, a feeling of uneasiness grew stronger.

The sound of war drums came from the direction of the suburbs. At first, it was only faint, but gradually the sound of drums became closer and closer, mixed with the shouts of fighting that seemed like those on an ancient battlefield.

In the gray-white fog, incomplete military formations emerged.

Soldiers wearing armor and holding spears came in the cold wind, and the clanging sound of armor rubbing against each other filled the silent city. Some soldiers still had broken arrows stuck in their bodies, and some generals had bloodstains on their chests, but they still held up the tattered flags.

They marched in step along the main road of the city, heading towards the center of the city.

Ji Xingyao was struck by lightning as if from the blue sky, and the legend of Beimang Mountain that she had seen in recent days suddenly emerged in her mind.

"The dead souls of the ancient battlefield of Beimang Mountain!"

Just as Ji Xingyao was shocked by the scene in front of her, the door of the supermarket next to her suddenly opened, and a hand stretched out from the supermarket and dragged her into the room.

"Little girl, what are you still doing standing outside?"

Ji Xingyao looked around and found that the person who dragged her into the supermarket was an old lady, who was now staring cautiously at the army of undead on the street, not daring to breathe.

It wasn't just the old lady. There were more than twenty customers scattered throughout the supermarket, all crouching in front of the door, half in fear and half in curiosity, staring at the army from ancient times.

And in the cracks of this ancient military formation, the ghosts of the modern city also quietly emerged.

An office worker in a suit and tie was floating in the air with a briefcase, expressionless on his face. Even though he had become a ghost, there were still dark circles under his eyes that could not be erased.

The soul of the girl who was playing with her mobile phone with her head down was emitting a faint light. A steel pipe pierced her chest, but she was unaware of everything around her.

In the middle of the road, the souls of those who died in the car accident kept repeating their last evasive actions before death.

Next to the hospital, the souls of the dead in hospital gowns are still queuing in a seemingly endless queue.

The souls of the dead from two different time and space intertwine in the fog but do not interfere with each other.

In the supermarket, the vegetable basket suddenly fell out of an old lady's hands, and the expression on her face was a mixture of surprise and fear.

She trembled, stared at the ghost in the hospital gown, and whispered:
"Old. Old man!"

In an instant, the ancient legend once again surfaced in Ji Xingyao's mind.

Yin and Yang are reversed, and hundreds of demons roam the night!

(End of this chapter)