After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

at the same time.

Suburbs of Jiangcheng.

The night pressed down on the ground, so thick it was suffocating.

Xu Changsheng walked alone on the deserted suburban highway.

"strangeness."

"It's been a whole month, why haven't we found it yet?"

He held the defensive jade slip Zhou Ran had given him in his hand, his thumb resting on it, and it shattered instantly.

He peeled off the paper money pasted on his forehead and held it in his other hand.

There was a line of text printed on it.

"We respectfully request the deceased to return to their rightful place."

Standard funeral paper.

Xu Changsheng flipped through it and found a line of extremely fine characters on the back of the paper money, barely legible even with a fingernail.

"Three steps under the bridge, turn left and you'll see an old friend."

Xu Changsheng paused for a moment.

He has lived through countless reincarnations, and the ghostly tricks he has witnessed could fill a library.

Normally, he wouldn't even bother to glance at such a low-level guiding trick.

But things are different now.

The scent on the paper money was excessively clean.

There was no yin energy, no resentment.

There was no fluctuation in cultivation level.

It's just like ordinary paper money.

That's the most unusual part.

Within the range of Zhou Ran's golden core pressure, he was able to stick the paper money on his face without alerting anyone.

This method cannot be simply described as "powerful".

"interesting."

Xu Changsheng stuffed the paper money into the pocket of his Tang suit without stopping.

He bypassed an abandoned gas station, crossed a weed-covered median strip, and arrived at an overpass.

It was pitch black under the bridge.

Sewage was flowing everywhere.

The garbage was piled up like a small mountain, and the stench was overwhelming.

He had been here countless times.

Xu Changsheng stood at the entrance of the bridge arch, not in a hurry to go in.

He took out the antique pocket watch, which was now shattered into a spiderweb pattern, and listened to it.

Tick.

The gears are still turning.

As long as the gears keep turning, his intuition as a reincarnator will still work.

His intuition told him that if he went in, he would most likely not come out.

Xu Changsheng smiled.

"Mr. Zhou said, 'Don't let the dead serve as a symbol of loyalty.'"

He muttered to himself and put the pocket watch back in his pocket.

"But in my whole life, the thing I least listen to is what others say."

He stepped into the archway.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Turn left.

Deep inside the bridge arch, where it was pitch black and one could not see their own hand in front of their face, stood a person.

White robe.

Disperse.

barefoot.

But she happened to have a beautiful face.

But those once bright eyes were now filled with a desire for revenge.

A strange smile hung on her handsome face.

"Xu Changsheng".

The girl's voice was very gentle.

I've been looking for you for so long.

Xu Changsheng stopped in his tracks, his pocket watch trembling violently inside his pocket.

He saw the person's face clearly.

It was the face of an ordinary person, yet not entirely ordinary.

Her skin was bluish-white, her eyes were deep-set, and her pupils were an unusual grayish-white.

The white robe was stained with dried black blood, and the bare feet were treading on sewage, with black toenails.

Preliminary assessment suggests that the girl has been dead for a month.

"Little girl, show yourself before you speak."

As he spoke, Xu Changsheng threw out a talisman.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't dodge; strictly speaking, Bai Wuchang wasn't afraid at all.

As the thick smoke dissipated, a pale white tall hat could be seen, fluttering without any wind.

Four characters on the hat.

It brings wealth at first sight.

Xu Changsheng's smile vanished completely, replaced by a serious tone.

"So it's Seventh Brother."

His hand had already reached for the defensive jade slip in his pocket.

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head to look at him.

His grayish-white pupils held no trace of humanity, only malice seeping from the very marrow of his bones.

"On you."

She sniffed it.

"It smells like him."

Xu Changsheng tightened his grip on the jade slip.

Su Xiaoxiao slowly raised her right hand.

His five fingers were as white as bone, and a ball of white, icy air condensed at his fingertips, chilling to the bone.

"Please pass on a message to him for me."

Su Xiaoxiao smiled.

"Just tell them, Su Xiaoxiao is back."

White vapor emanated from Su Xiaoxiao's fingertips, spreading along the surface of the sewage.

Wherever it passed, the accumulated water froze into black ice.

Frost formed on the garbage heap, making the air thick and sticky. With each breath, my lungs felt like they were being pierced by shards of ice.

Instinctively, Xu Changsheng took a half step back.

He has lived through too many reincarnations; his body is more honest than his mind.

This chilling aura was neither the spiritual power of a cultivator nor the deathly aura of an underworld soldier.

It is the authority of the orthodox underworld commander.

The soul-snatching curse of Bai Wuchang.

If a living person were to encounter this, they would be half-dead, if not killed.

"Seventh Brother, this doesn't seem like you've come here to reminisce."

Xu Changsheng's voice was still loose, but the veins on the back of his hand holding the pocket watch were bulging.

Su Xiaoxiao did not answer.

Barefoot, she stepped across the black ice and walked towards Xu Changsheng step by step.

With each step you take, the temperature inside the bridge arch drops a little.

The sewage is freezing faster and faster.

Frost began to form on the hem of Xu Changsheng's Tang suit.

"You don't want to chat, huh?"

Xu Changsheng sighed.

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket.

It wasn't the defensive jade slip, but rather that antique pocket watch that was mostly broken.

Tick.

The gears turned with difficulty.

Each tick squeezes out an extremely faint wisp of the essence of time from the pocket watch.

This is the reincarnator's trump card.

It's not for combat.

But...

"Time travel?"

Su Xiaoxiao stopped in her tracks, and for the first time, a flicker of emotion appeared in her gray-white pupils.

Xu Changsheng shook his head.

"It's too late to go back."

The old man's karmic essence was mostly used to nourish the manor's protective mountain array.

He held the pocket watch up to his face.

"But judging from Seventh Brother's quality, he's still good enough."

Click.

The second hand of the pocket watch suddenly reversed direction.

Xu Changsheng's pupils turned into an ancient bronze color.

The gaze passed through Su Xiaoxiao's body and landed on the churning underworld authority within her.

He saw that six of Su Xiaoxiao's three souls and seven spirits had been eaten by the Black Impermanence's Mourning Gate Fiend.

The remaining soul and spirit were forcibly sewn onto the divine soul imprint of Bai Wuchang.

To put it bluntly, this is a humanoid weapon driven by both resentment and the authority of the underworld.

In the mortal realm, he can unleash the full power of Bai Wuchang.

Xu Changsheng put away the pocket watch, and the bronze pupils faded.

His tone suddenly became serious.

"Seventh Brother, since you are worshipped in the mortal world, you should also bring blessings to the underworld."

Su Xiaoxiao's facial features twitched.

"Shut up.

"You dare to lecture this handsome man!"

The way she spoke changed.

The power of the White Impermanence was fully activated within her.

The white robe fluttered and billowed.

A semi-transparent white chain flew out from her sleeve, wrapped in an extremely cold aura that could freeze the soul, and swept towards Xu Changsheng.

The chains move extremely fast.

Xu Changsheng had no time to dodge.

He didn't intend to hide.

The pocket watch shattered in my hand.

The last bit of the essence of reincarnation surged from the fragments, condensing into a bronze-colored light screen in front of him.

The chains crashed heavily against the light curtain.

boom!

The light screen shattered on the spot.

Xu Changsheng was sent flying, his back slamming hard against the bridge pier.

Cement blocks and steel bars crashed down, and blood spilled from his mouth.

The Tang suit on his chest was frozen solid by the cold air, and the fabric rustled.

"cough……"

Xu Changsheng crawled out of the ruins, his knees weak, and he could only stand by leaning against the bridge pier.

one strike.

Just one strike.

His source of reincarnation was exhausted.

The pocket watch shattered into dust and scattered in the sewage.

The gears stopped turning.

From that moment on, he was no longer a reincarnator.

He's just an ordinary, dying old man.