I'm Ximen Qing, living in a ghost story!

Just as Ximen Qing and Zhou Chun rushed into the territory of Guobei County, surrounded by a pack of stinking weasels.

Hundreds of miles away, in Guobei County.

The Confucian Temple, where Ximen Qing once had a one-night stand with the female ghost, has been transformed into a magnificent temple, with thick incense sticks filling the courtyard.

The lotus pond, which once held countless poems by scholars, is now filled with wails and curses, as well as an overwhelming stench of blood.

Outside the main hall, countless fanatical people demolished the city's tall buildings and, led by shirtless male and female followers, added bricks and tiles to this magnificent temple.

Above the main hall, the City God sculpture had been completed; it was a majestic black mountain range with indistinct facial features.

Grotesque tentacles emerged from the mountainside, as if defying the heavens and earth.

"Indeed! Master Xu truly lives up to his reputation as one of the Seven Wonders of your sect. His ability to manipulate people's hearts is truly extraordinary!"

A voice that was neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang, rang out and echoed in the main hall.

A burly figure stood in the hall. His gaze fell on her face, which was half male and half female, and one of her arms was missing half, making her look extremely disproportionate.

If Ximen Qing were here, he would definitely recognize her as the Tree Demon Granny!

It really didn't die!

Beside the tree spirit was a woman who was bare-chested, wearing a colorful satin and silver skirt, with brightly painted designs on her body and a feathered crown on her head.

At first glance, one could tell she had a graceful figure and radiant eyes; although her face was heavily painted, it could not hide her natural beauty.

His every move exuded a certain inexplicable authority.

This is the Master Xu mentioned by the tree demon.

"Grandma, you jest. What merit do I, Xu Yin, possess? It was only through the tireless efforts of my brothers and sisters in the sect that this City God Temple was able to be built in just a few days. But now that the temple is erected, Grandma, when do you think the deity on this esteemed throne will return to his rightful place?"

Xu Yin, the altar master, wore a charming smile, her gaze deep and profound.

"This...this matter requires further consideration! Didn't Lord Heishan send a few over a few days ago? He's very busy in the City of the Dead, so we can't rush it! Perhaps you could go to Lanruo Temple outside the city and ask Master Yuantong. Connecting the underworld and the mortal realm is their specialty. The Taiyi Hunyuan Patriarch of the Wutai Sect, the Great Luo Buddha Hand, can open the Xuan Guang Realm..."

The tree spirit tried to change the subject, but the next moment, a purple flying sword appeared in front of it, aimed at its heart.

"Grandma, what you're saying isn't very reasonable. My brothers and sisters from the Naked Sect risked being ambushed by those righteous sects to take over the county town for you, not for some empty excuse. That bald monk Yuantong is avoiding us and is currently in seclusion at the county government office. Grandma, you can't just run away again, can you? You promised me the people and things of the Holy Sect. The City of the Dead is a large and prosperous place; you can't go back on your word, can you?"

Xu Yin squinted, and at the same time, the paint on her bare upper body began to flow, as if it were about to leap off her body.

Her magical power, as fine as silk, restricted the surrounding area, and her subtle yet palpable spiritual pressure prevented the Tree Demon Granny from making any rash moves.

This Xu Yin is actually a Primordial True Person who has cultivated a Yin Spirit!

"Absolutely not! However, Lord Black Mountain hasn't replied yet, and we've almost exhausted all the manpower in the city. It's really difficult to raise the necessary funds! There are only five days left until the Lower Yuan Festival, the birthday of the Water Official! At that time, the gates of hell will open, and Lord Black Mountain will surely descend in person to congratulate the Naked Sect!"

Sensing the murderous intent rushing towards her, the Tree Demon Granny hurriedly spoke.

Although it is incredibly loyal to the Black Mountain Lord!

But it didn't want to leave the mortal realm too early and return to the City of the Wrongfully Dead; it still had things to do!

"Oh? The Lower Yuan Festival? Five days? Heh!"

Xu Yin remained noncommittal.

"I'll give you three days. After three days, my followers will take their people and belongings and head south back to the main altar! As for the audience with the Black Mountain Ghost Emperor, let's skip that!"

After Xu Yin finished speaking, she put away the flying sword in her hand, twisted her waist and hips and headed towards the outside room.

Just before leaving, he seemed to suddenly remember something, stopped, turned around, and said, "By the way, a friendly reminder: Yan Chixia of Qingzhou is not someone to be trifled with. You'd better finish this quickly!"

After saying that, she swayed out of the main hall, casually pointed to a few strong men, and then opened her mouth to exhale a fragrant orchid.

"My lads, let's cheer you on, let's go!"

"Thank you, Elder!"

The chosen men wore "innocent" smiles, showing no lustful desires, only the satisfaction of serving the elders while being naked in the world.

The tree spirit that remained in place took a deep breath, touched its missing arm, and cursed:

"Damn it!"

It doesn't blame Xu Yin for her arrogance just now, because the evil faction is all about the survival of the fittest, that's just its nature!

It hated even more the monk Yuantong who stood aside and pretended to be deaf and dumb, and Ximen Qing who had burned its body to a crisp and taken a piece of its remains.

His body can regenerate, but when he went to kill Ximen Qing, a small part of his soul was attached to him.

This directly led to his physical disability.

Otherwise, his magical power wouldn't be so weak that he couldn't even withstand a trace of Xu Yin's strength!

After a long pause in the main hall, the tree spirit finally took a deep breath.

The Naked Sect is unreliable, and Monk Yuantong seems to be mentally ill. It needs to consult with the two people sent by Lord Black Mountain about how to deal with them.

Oh right, and General Sang, who's been sweeping away demons and ghosts outside, should be brought back too!

……

"Achoo!"

In broad daylight, the sky is bright.

With the sun high in the sky overhead, it was truly a fine day.

It's the perfect time for a ghost to steal a moment of leisure, sleep all day, and then come out again on a cool autumn night.

So, this fierce ghost with a large mouth and greenish-blue fangs was lying in the grave, fast asleep, its belly protruding.

However, perhaps someone was thinking that, anyway, it was just a sneeze that woke them up.

Putting aside the question of whether ghosts sneeze, why do I have this inexplicable sense of crisis today?

The big-mouthed demon thought for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, and a dejected look appeared on its tearful ghost face.

"Someone come here!"

It coughed lightly.

Soon, several little devils dressed in paper armor rushed out, carrying oil-paper umbrellas for sunshade, and bowed to it, saying:

"Lord Night Wanderer!"

"Tell me, how many demons and monsters have you captured down there?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency, there are thirty-nine lesser demons, four hundred wandering souls, and two vengeful ghosts!"

The ghost soldiers were good at math; after piecing together their fingers and toes, they finally came to a conclusion.

As a night-wandering deity, the Ghost General of the City of the Wrongfully Dead nodded in satisfaction, opened his mouth, which occupied a third of his entire body, and chuckled:

"Not bad! Let's go bleed them out. We'll eat five people today, and then we'll head back after we've eaten everyone in the pen!"

"The Night Wanderer is wise!"

A chorus of flattery erupted from the surroundings.

But there are always exceptions; a swift sound comes from the dense forest in the distance, where the sunlight is blocked out—

"Oh no! Night Wanderer! That horde of weasel spirits is back!"