I slay evil in the Department of the Supernatural

Chapter 133, Section 132: Houtu Unleashes Her Power, Alarming the Star Lords

A powerful ghost, seemingly a fifth-order City God, was blocking their path.

Xu Lindong looked extremely solemn, pondering whether he should force his way through by pedaling his bicycle.

After all, the 28-inch bicycle is just a Sequence 6 anomaly.

His consciousness entered the Tower of Babel, and before he could utter a sound, Houtu's voice came calmly.

"Just run into it. I'll take responsibility if anything happens."

"good!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Lindong did not hesitate and stomped his foot hard.

As a superhuman who came from an authentic background, he named himself Liu Sheng, and naturally he was not lacking in courage and ferocity, which also helped him in portraying and embracing the character.

Whoosh!!

The bicycle instantly transformed into a crimson phantom, hurtling straight toward the black-robed ghost blocking its path.

"Overestimating yourself!"

The City God opposite him let out a cold shout, and his black robe billowed without any wind.

In an instant, thick, ink-like yin energy exploded from his body!

"Waaaaah!!"

A sudden wail arose, and countless twisted, malevolent spirits surged wildly from beneath the churning black robes.

They piled up in layers, stumbling and jostling together, converging into a dark, churning tide of ghosts. The yin energy was solidified, carrying a chilling resentment and deathly silence, and it devoured the speeding bicycle head-on!

"I'll run you over!"

Xu Lindong's eyes sharpened. Instead of slowing down, he pressed down the bicycle bell heavily!

"Ring ring!"

The horn of the carriage rang out, emitting a sharp, piercing shriek that seemed to shatter eardrums.

Visible scarlet sound waves condensed into a scarlet evil domain, which spread and exploded like ripples.

The dozens of vengeful spirits at the forefront seemed to have collided with an invisible blade. Their bodies froze, and before they could even let out a miserable scream, they dissipated into wisps of black smoke with a "hiss".

The old-fashioned bicycle continued its relentless advance, its dark red patterns on the front glowing like blood, leaving a trail of afterimages. Like a red-hot iron, it plunged headlong into the churning, pitch-black tide of ghosts!

"laugh!"

As soon as the car's front reached them, the ghosts instantly melted away, like ice and snow meeting boiling oil, screaming as they went.

In the blink of an eye, a gap had been torn open in the ghost tide.

The bicycle was already close to the City God in an instant!

"My master's car is indeed extraordinary; now it's mine!"

The shadow beneath the City God's hood rippled violently, his black robe billowed, and an even stronger, chilling aura began to gather, clearly indicating that he was about to launch a more powerful offensive.

But at that very moment...

"Open the tower door."

Houtu's voice rang out calmly from inside the Tower of Babel.

Xu Lindong's thoughts were stirred.

The tower's shadow flickered slightly at the neck, unseen by anyone, and the tenth-floor tower gate burst open with a roar.

"call!

"6~

A wisp of jet-black hair silently emerged from inside the door, as thin as a spider's thread, yet it seemed to fall from the depths of the netherworld.

Without a trace of worldly concern, it drifted straight toward the black-robed figure opposite.

Opposite, the black-robed ghost, which had been standing still like a monument, suddenly exuded an extremely fearful and horrified emotion the moment its hair appeared. As if it had been severely frightened, it abruptly retreated, took a strange step, and then leaned back!

Although the aura emanating from that strand of hair was extremely concentrated, it did not release even a trace of its oppressive power.

But what it reflected in its "eyes" was the aura of a terrifying figure that pierced through Yin and Yang and controlled reincarnation.

This is..

.?

How is that possible!

"Holy crap!!"

The vengeful ghost dared not utter the corresponding sequence name, letting out a short, sharp shriek. Its black robe billowed suddenly, and its surrounding yin energy erupted like a mountain torrent.

The power of the City God, Sequence Five, suddenly manifested.

The bricks beneath its feet cracked open with a "crack," and black energy surged like ink, transforming into layers of illusory shackles wrapped with the power of incense and prayers, protecting it from the outside.

Furthermore, the glaring phantom of a judge from the underworld appeared behind it, holding a tablet, majestic and stern, as if to carry out punishment on behalf of the underworld and suppress all invading ghosts.

This is the power of the City God, who held the authority over the life, death, fortune, and misfortune of the city during his lifetime.

Even after death, when it transforms into an evil spirit, its residual power remains, making it difficult for ordinary experts of the same level to break through.

But that strand of hair still drifted over slowly and steadily.

The moment the black energy shackles were touched.

"laugh."

A sound as soft as tearing silk erupted.

The shackles shattered instantly.

The judge's illusory image also collapsed with a mournful cry. When the power of incense and vows touched this strand of hair, it melted away instantly, like snow under the blazing sun.

"So strong!" Xu Lindong gripped the handlebars tightly and stopped the bicycle instantly.

The hair didn't even stop moving; like a silent shadow, it gently but irresistibly wrapped around the neck of the vengeful ghost opposite.

"Your master is dead, what right do you have to act like a bully in front of me?"

Houtu's voice was calm and even, yet it poured down like a cold spring from the heavens.

The hair suddenly tightened!

"No!!"

The vengeful ghost struggled in terror, while the power of the City God surged wildly, attempting to transform into a yin wind and escape into the earth's veins.

However, all of them became ineffective when entangled in the hair, as if they were completely suppressed by the authority of a higher level of "tunnel".

"Whoosh!"

The next instant, its entire black shadow was lifted into the air by the strands of hair, flying straight toward Xu Lindong like a fish caught on a fishing line.

Xu Lindong was stunned, watching helplessly as the terrifying City God of Sequence Five was dragged in front of him without any resistance, and then...

It disappeared into the tower gate at the neck of his body!

The tower gate slammed shut.

However, the scene of imprisoning the vengeful ghost in the fifth-floor underground room, as envisioned, did not occur.

Before the sealing pressure of the Tower of Babel erupts.

Only a very faint "pop" sound came from inside the tower, as if a bubble had burst.

Through a vague sense, Xu Lindong "saw" the City God's vengeful ghost being dragged in, and at the moment its hair was gathered, it was as if it had been crushed by an invisible force.

It instantly disintegrated into a pure yet cold, deep black underground extraordinary power, and then—was completely absorbed by that strand of hair like a whale sucking in water.

Everything returned to deathly silence.

Xu Lindong stood frozen in the car, only regaining his senses after a long while: "A City God of Sequence Five—just like that, gone?"

"It is not a true Sequence Five."

Houtu's voice came from inside the tower, still calm, but carrying an indifference that looked down upon ants.

"It is nothing more than the remnants of its former status, a body formed by the power of evil, and a malevolent spirit. Before the first sequence of this path, it is no different from a lamb to the slaughter."

"This empress is really fierce."

Xu Lindong swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, why didn't you imprison it on the fifth floor? Instead—you absorbed it?"

"Every time I make a move, I have to expend energy to fight against the Tower of Babel's blockade and suppression before I can release even a trace of my power."

Houtu's tone was calm and even.

"It's already quite an achievement that this single strand of hair can be seen."

Absorbing it is a way to make up for the loss.

If you are willing to donate more merit and unlock more seals—I will be much more at ease when I act next time.”

Xu Lindong chuckled twice, then quickly changed the subject, pointing ahead: "Your Majesty, look, that's the 'Golden Scissors Tailor Shop' up ahead. Let's hurry in."

Houtu's calm voice came: "We really need to go in quickly. Although I only used a little power and tried my best to conceal it, there is still a risk of alarming the ghost general in this ghost market."

It might even have alerted some kind of mystical entity on Mount Tai, but thankfully, that thing shouldn't be able to pinpoint the exact location.

Her tone hardened slightly: "I won't intervene again. Be careful while riding your bike, and if anything seems amiss, get away immediately."

"Is it that serious?"

Xu Lindong felt a chill run down his spine. He glanced around and, without further hesitation, pushed off with his foot and rode his bicycle straight into the tailor shop.

However, the wheels had only just begun to turn.

"Merit—660!"

The notification message from Ta Ye about the deduction had already surfaced in his mind.

"Master Ta really never suffers a loss."

Xu Lindong's eyelids twitched slightly.

Just now, he rode his bicycle into the City God, which scattered a large number of ghosts and spirits in one go, but it was also equivalent to using a heavy bicycle.

Now that he's riding again, Ta Ye naturally accepts all the offers.

The only saving grace was that the ghosts summoned by the City God were judged by the bicycle as "an offensive," and each collision counted as a loss.

If it's one wave after another, with bicycles blocking the way in batches, even 6,600 merits wouldn't be enough to burn.

Xu Lindong suppressed the pang of heartache and could only console himself.

If we can maintain our relationship with Houtu Niangniang this time, we can get her to make a move, which is a trump card to save our lives against high-ranking enemies.

These good deeds were well worth it!

However, what exactly is inside the tailor shop that attracts such a powerful goddess like Houtu to go to such lengths to enter?

at the same time.

On Mount Tai outside the Ghost Market, deep within the misty clouds that resembled a frozen sunset, something suddenly lit up with a faint light.

It was an ancient bronze mirror.

The mirror is decorated with cloud patterns and cranes in relief, but the surface is not the usual bronze color. Instead, it seems to be a clear spring embedded in it, with shimmering water and hidden stars.

This mirror is named "The Mysterious Mirror of Heaven".

They are most adept at discerning the flow of Yin and Yang energy and sensing abnormal energy disturbances within a radius of hundreds of miles.

At this moment, the mirror-like surface of the water rippled without any wind.

A sliver of clear light from the mirror quietly descended, silently sweeping across the area below shrouded in eerie ghostly energy, only to quickly recede as if that energy had vanished.

In just a moment, Qinghui returned to the mirror.

"what?"

A soft, hesitant exclamation rang out from the depths of the sunset.

In an instant, the surrounding starlight converged.

A figure stepped out from the glittering starlight and landed beside the bronze mirror.

This person was not dressed in modern clothes, but rather resembled a dignified Taoist priest, wearing a star-patterned robe and a jade crown. He was none other than a high-ranking expert guarding this place, a three-star Heavenly Dao rank lord.

He frowned slightly as he looked at the mirror.

The ripples had not yet completely subsided.

"The Celestial Mirror warns—is there an unusual disturbance below?"

The Star Lord was filled with suspicion and wonder, "Could it be that something has gone wrong with the seal within the Ghost Gate Sinkhole of Fengdu?"

He immediately shook his head inwardly.

"No—the Demon Realm on the Federation's side hasn't been sealed off for long. Even if there were a chain reaction, it's impossible for it to affect this place so quickly. This commotion is rather strange."

"Don't panic, don't panic! Let me go down and take a look! I think I smell the fragrance of a beautiful ghost..."

"At this moment, a Taoist priest staggered out of the old Taoist temple on the opposite side of Mount Tai."

His face was sallow, and a prominent bulbous nose was particularly noticeable. He was clutching a cell phone in his hand, the screen's glow illuminating his squinting, drunken eyes. On it were videos of beautiful women striking seductive poses.

His other hand was also busy, carrying an empty beer bottle. He staggered and swayed, looking exactly like a drunkard.

However, this disheveled and oddly shaped Taoist priest, upon taking his next step, vanished from the mountaintop in the blink of an eye, disappearing directly into the vicinity of the Fengdu Ghost Gate Sinkhole below...