I slay evil in the Department of the Supernatural

Chapter 134, Section 133: Disperse the Daoist! Awe-inspiring! (Seeking monthly votes)

Inside the Golden Scissors tailor shop.

The old-fashioned bicycle rushed in but was stopped.

Two shop assistants stood by the door, tall and thin, wearing gray cloth short jackets, with exaggerated blush on their faces and a fixed smile at the corners of their mouths.

It seemed to be a paper effigy, but two clusters of eerie green will-o'-the-wisps flickered in its eye sockets.

Their movements were stiff. As soon as Xu Lindong entered, they simultaneously raised their arms, pointing to the shelves, and whispered in their throats, "Sir, park your car by the door, look around freely—choose whatever you like—just leave behind ghost coins—or gold bars—"

The dim, yellowish lamps hung from the beams inside the shop, their shades covered in dust, casting a gloomy, dusky light. They emitted a rather unpleasant oily smell, the type of oil used to make the lamps unknown.

On both sides are dark brown sandalwood shelves, neatly hung with various cheongsams, long gowns, and mandarin jackets, all seemingly covered in a layer of dust.

The counter was an old-fashioned glass cabinet, inside which were placed a copper ruler, scissors, a spool of thread, and several yellowed account books.

Xu Lindong stopped the car, but ignored the two shop assistants and pushed the cart inside, ready to make a quick getaway.

He kept Houtu's instructions firmly in mind, keeping his eyes straight ahead, ignoring the two paper figures, and not touching any of the surrounding clothes.

Just then, Houtu's consciousness entered his mind: "Go to the counter and look through the ledgers inside. Find the record of a woman who ordered a cheongsam during the aristocratic era."

The body proportions are: shoulder width 36cm, bust 84cm, waist 58cm, hip 88cm, and garment length 110cm.

According to the old system dimensions.

"Her proportions seem pretty good. Her waist is incredibly slender, and her bust... well, but this woman is—"

Xu Lindong's eyes narrowed, somewhat surprised, and some guesses popped into his mind.

He immediately turned around and walked towards the counter.

"What do you need, sir?"

Two paper doll shop assistants flashed with ghostly fire and moved swiftly to block their way.

Xu Lindong reacted extremely quickly; with a thought, the shadow of the tower flickered slightly around his neck.

Zombie Agan and ghost Api suddenly appeared, blocking the shop assistants on the left and right.

He flipped his palm and took out the Soul-Capturing Bell, shaking it gently.

"Ring ring!"

The zombie Agan was emanating a deathly aura, while the ghost swayed like wisps of smoke. The two of them immediately blocked the two paper doll shop assistants from the left and right.

Forrest Gump spoke in a hoarse, stiff voice.

"Make us a custom-made garment..."

As business came in, the two paper doll shop assistants immediately paused, their eyes flashing with ghostly fire as they turned to the two men.

Their paper-faced features slowly twisted, their blush glaringly bright in the dim light, and the corners of their mouths slowly turned up, revealing a stiff and standard welcoming smile: "The boss is out—we—will take your measurements—"

As they spoke, they pulled out yellowed soft rulers from their sleeves.

The movements were halting as they surrounded Forrest Gump and the ghost, their paper hands icy cold, feeling like frost to the touch.

Forrest Gump stood frozen in place, letting the measuring tape wrap around his neck.

The ghost flickered and dodged, causing the paper figure to spin in place, its ghostly flames flickering erratically, yet it always maintained that frozen smile.

Clearly, they are all professionally trained and possess excellent patience and professionalism when dealing with customers.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Xu Lindong had already slipped behind the counter.

A thin layer of dust had accumulated on the glass cabinet surface.

He quickly grabbed the stack of old account books tied together with hemp rope.

The paper was brittle and yellowed, with curled edges.

He began flipping through the pages rapidly, his eyes flashing like lightning as he scanned the slightly faded, hasty ink marks on the rows of ledgers.

Suddenly, his fingers paused.

The page prominently displays the words "Wu Chong, owner of the Ghost Pawnshop" in traditional Chinese characters.

"The owner of the ghost pawnshop?"

Xu Lindong's heart skipped a beat when he saw that the details of his height, shoulder width, and clothing length were listed in detail at the back.

He jotted down the message and immediately flipped through it.

Then, another name caught my eye: Chen Xuanli.

"Chen Xuanli, the corpse raiser?"

His eyes narrowed slightly. "He's had clothes made here too? What's the deal with this tailor shop? Why do so many people come here to have their clothes made?"

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He suppressed his astonishment, memorized the physical characteristics and address, and then continued searching.

The pages flipped rapidly.

Finally, he made a discovery towards the back of the ledger, and his finger suddenly stopped.

A line of neat and simple small regular script reveals an even more unadorned name—Su Qin.

The inscription at the bottom reads "Taishan Pagoda Forest Temple".

Xu Lindong even noticed that the goddess Houtu inside the tower seemed to be experiencing some emotional fluctuations, making the atmosphere inside the tower somewhat oppressive.

"Your Highness, is this it?"

He then carefully examined the measurements written on the bill: bust 84cm, waist 58cm...

Confirmed!

But this woman who ordered the custom-made cheongsam... seems to be...

"There's no time to look closely," Houtu Niangniang's voice came again, "There are high-ranking powerhouses approaching outside the Ghost Market—"

Tear off this page and go!

"what?"

Xu Lindong was startled, immediately tore off that page from the ledger, and jumped onto his bicycle.

"Ring ring!"

He rang the soul-summoning bell.

Forrest Gump and Ghost immediately wanted to leave together.

However, the paper doll shop clerk who was circling around Ah Gan and Ah Piao suddenly grinned, revealing a bright red mouth, and a ghostly green flame suddenly ignited in his eyes.

"Once the measurements are taken, a deposit is required!"

"What a hassle! It really was forced buying and selling."

Without hesitation, Xu Lindong pulled out two gold bars from his pocket and threw them over.

"Deposit received, clothes ordered!"

"I have too much money... I'll give you a piece of clothing..."

The two paper doll shop assistants spoke stiffly, then suddenly picked up a piece of clothing and tossed it to Xu Lindong.

Xu Lindong was taken aback, but subconsciously took it.

I immediately felt a chill to the touch.

At this moment, the two paper doll shop employees also stepped aside, allowing Agan and Apiao to leave with Xu Lindong.

With a wave of his hand, Xu Lindong took Agan and A Piao, along with their clothes, into the Tower of Babel, and then rode his bicycle out of the tailor shop.

"Don't go back the way you came. Rush into the alley across the street. Once you see a dead end, get off your bicycle and use the car seat to teleport away from here."

Houtu Niangniang reminded her.

"good!"

Xu Lindong immediately did as instructed, riding his bicycle towards the opposite alleyway paved with polished bluestone, which was shrouded in a faint ghostly mist.

Meanwhile, outside the ghost market.

A powerful aura, a mixture of alcohol and intense masculine energy, suddenly pierced through the hazy ghostly mist, sweeping in like a scorching tide.

The aura was majestic and intense, like a sun piercing through the eternal night, instantly stirring up the entire gloomy area.

"Waaaaah!!"

In an instant, all the ghosts in the ghost market went dark, followed by countless mournful howls that exploded from the depths of the streets and alleys!

The evil spirits and demons hiding in the shadows stirred and howled as if they had been splashed with boiling water.

Some powerful sequence superhumans on the verge of going out of control were also forcibly awakened from their slumber, letting out uncontrollable chaotic roars.

"Crunch—crunch—"

Deep within the ghost market.

From within several rows of deep, old houses, the sickening sound of coffin lids being shoved could be heard.

It was as if a terrifying old ghost, dormant for many years, was being disturbed by this masculine energy and was slowly awakening.

"All of you, behave yourselves, Daoist! Don't move!"

A shout of cursing came from outside the ghost market, like a muffled thunderclap.

The Taoist priest, still holding the wine bottle, hadn't appeared yet, but his voice was already tinged with alcohol and carried an undeniable authority: "Last time, a Wu Chong slipped out of your place and caused a lot of trouble outside, just adding to the mess for future generations—my senior brother had to personally go and bring him back."

These are extraordinary times. Anyone who dares to cause trouble, don't blame me for digging up your graves later!

He paused, then raised his voice arrogantly, "Everyone disperse, I need to go in and find someone. Don't move! I smell a beautiful female ghost—"

Before he finished speaking, a surge of powerful energy suddenly rose from behind the Taoist priest!

His blood and qi were as intense as if they were exploding in a furnace, and he spat it out as he opened his mouth.

"puff!"

The wine transformed into a rain of golden and red flames, instantly coalescing into a towering, masculine giant phantom.

The giant's entire body was covered in dazzling crimson-gold patterns, radiating a majestic aura that suppressed evil spirits.

The giant took a step forward, ignoring the resistance of the eerie rules that had accumulated for hundreds of years deep within the Ghost Market, and forcefully crashed into the boundary of the Ghost Market!

"boom!!"

The entire ghost market was like being thrown into boiling oil and then into complete chaos!

The yin energy surged back, the gray mist churned, and countless ghosts hidden in the shadows let out terrified screams.

Deep within the courtyard, the lid of a black wooden coffin was suddenly flung open.

An old ghost, dressed in the official robes of a previous dynasty and with a face like a withered tree, slowly sat up from the coffin.

It crawled out of the coffin with stiff movements and walked step by step toward the main hall of the house.

On the armchair in the hall, another hunched, white-haired figure, who had always sat upright, also opened his eyes at this moment.

Those were a pair of pale eyes without pupils.

It slowly rose to its feet, its bones creaking and grinding, its voice, hoarse as a broken bellows, echoing throughout the ghost street: "Duan Chen—do you intend to break the agreements and order established during the era of powerful clans?"

The figure of Taoist Duan Chen had solidified at the entrance of the Ghost Market.

He held the wine bottle, his face unusually solemn, the alcohol in his eyes clearing somewhat. He looked into the depths of the ghost market and said coldly, "Your ghost market has been infiltrated by living people, aren't you going to do anything about it? That Wu Chong from last time already caused trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired old ghost suddenly turned his neck and looked in a certain direction of the ghost market.

"Um?"

Duan Chen seemed to sense it as well, and looked over almost simultaneously.

But the moment their gaze fell upon that area, it was as if they had struck an invisible and heavy "wall".

An indescribable and terrifying force blocked their view. No matter how hard they tried to concentrate, they could not see the specific scene inside. They could only feel a blurry and oppressive darkness.

"That is...?" Duan Chen's expression changed drastically.

Are you kidding me?

Does a low-sequence ability to wander through a maze block his spiritual perception?

At this moment, on the border of the Xia Kingdom, the lingering smoke of battle gradually settled in the chilling air.

A massive defensive battle has come to an end.

In front of the defensive line, there were piles of strange corpses, like small mountains.

Most of them are composed of low-sequence, bizarre variants, with distorted shapes, broken limbs, and flowing filthy blood and supernatural pollution that soak the scorched earth into an ominous dark purple.

The Xia Kingdom's soldiers formed a formidable military formation, as imposing as a mountain. The crimson-gold "Human-God Array" light screen stood like a barrier stretching across the heavens and earth, firmly blocking all invading enemies from entering the country.

The surface of the light curtain resembles the patterns of mountains and rivers, embodying humanity and the will of all people, magnificent and weighty, radiating an inviolable and imposing aura.

Some mid-sequence monsters also left behind several enormous mutilated bodies, some torn apart by supernatural heavy cannons, and some killed by array attacks, with supernatural energy slowly dissipating from their wounds.

Behind the battle lines, the Divine Might Behemoth, its body shimmering with a mercury-like luster, stood like a mountain at the edge of the contaminated zone.

Its crimson eyes were fixed on the pale golden barrier, and the sinister runes on its axe blade flickered in and out, but it ultimately did not advance again.

Because, deep within the dark purple fog further behind it, the terrifying power of the evil god was still surging, but it seemed to be intimidated by some higher-level existence and ultimately dared not approach the border.

An indescribable, immense pressure was emanating from the direction of the Xia Kingdom's capital.

That was not a physical attack, but a declaration of the "existence" of a powerful will, as if a god had personally descended.

The radiance of the supreme sequence will swept across the border like an invisible halo, calming the turbulent energy and suppressing all restless evil.

Sequence one, the power of "human god".

Wherever there are people, wherever there are believers, wherever their names are spoken... the power of human faith can be gathered and manifested in the world.

Even now, his true form sits in the capital, suppressing the "barrier of the gods" that maintains global balance, and has not left for thousands of years.

But even a wisp of aura emanating from across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers was enough to make the evil god's will deep within the black mist feel threatened, as if it were a thorn in his back.

"Unless I step out of the Demon Realm" —

Chaotic and sinister whispers echoed from within the black mist, filled with weighing of options and apprehension: "But at this moment—not in the plan."

The time is not right.

A forced arrival will inevitably trigger an uncontrollable chain reaction, disrupting a deeper strategic plan.

After all, the Xia Kingdom has a much deeper cultural foundation.

Those sleeping gods are even more terrifying.

After a brief silence, the malevolent will made a decision.

"withdraw."

The command transformed into an invisible wave, spreading throughout the entire Demon Realm Legion.

"Change course — Unblock the Bermuda Triangle."

The Divine Might Behemoth let out a deep, thunderous roar and spoke in a foreign language. It slowly turned around and, with steps that shook the earth, took the lead in moving eastward.

Behind them, the churning black mist began to shrink, and countless surviving monsters followed like a receding tide, leaving winding trails of filth on the scorched earth as they surged toward the distant coastline.

Along the border, the crimson-gold light curtain still stands majestically.

A large number of Xia soldiers stared in the direction the enemy was retreating, their expressions solemn and resolute, showing no fear whatsoever.

But this was just the prelude to the storm.

The real threat, the terror lurking beneath the Bermuda Triangle, may soon be awakening.

A major battle may be about to break out there.

Inside the family compound of the Department of the Supernatural.

In the bathroom of the master bedroom on the second floor.

A chilling, deathly aura suddenly exploded within the room sealed off by the power of the door gods!

Then, a broken chair appeared out of nowhere.

The young man wearing the faceless mask on the seat froze, and before he could even stand up properly, he sprang to his feet.

"Buzz!!"

The golden-red power of the guardian spirit burst forth from the sole of his foot.

Like a ripple, it spread rapidly, instantly illuminating the entire bathroom in a dazzling crimson gold.

The few viscous, malevolent tentacles that followed closely behind the path to the underworld were struck as if by thunder the moment they touched the golden light, emitting a silent shriek and dissipating into black smoke.

Xu Lindong waved his hand to put away the broken chair. His skin was ice-cold, and he could even feel a faint pain deep in his consciousness from the impact.

He swiftly removed the suffocating mask, his expression grave, his consciousness instantly sinking into the Tower of Babel: "Your Majesty, what were those two terrifying auras just now?"

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