I slay evil in the Department of the Supernatural

Chapter 135, Section 134: The Tower Master's Test – A Body Comparable to Captain America's (Long Chapter, Please Subscribe)

Mount Tai, deep within the Ghost Market.

Ghostly figures gathered like a tide in the alley where Xu Lindong had left, completely blocking the narrow bluestone path.

However, nothing was found here.

The alleyway ended in a dead end, deserted and empty.

Not even a trace of trace remained, as if the intruder had never stayed there.

An old corpse with disheveled white hair, dressed in the official robes of a previous dynasty, stood silently in the alley. It slowly bent down, its withered nostrils twitching slightly, as if trying to detect any unusual activity in the air.

No clues.

Then create clues!

It suddenly turned around, its withered claws flashing like lightning.

He grabbed a hunched-over, cowering gatekeeper and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Click, click—"

A sickening chewing sound broke the deathly silence, and black blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

However, it did not retrieve any useful images from the ghost's memory.

The intruder had clearly tried to conceal their presence.

These low-level ghosts wandering in the ghost market have chaotic intelligence and fragmented memories, and cannot remember their clear appearance at all.

The same was true of the paper doll shopkeeper who had been swallowed earlier.

"Old Ghost, have you found them? Who on earth is this expert who broke in?"

Outside the ghost market, the voice of Taoist Duan Chen pierced through the gray mist, carrying the scent of alcohol and impatience.

The white-haired old corpse slowly raised his head, looking towards the source of the voice, and replied in a hoarse, bellows-like voice, "The matter of the Ghost Market, the Ghost Market."

Its tone was cold, and its words were slow: "Since the newcomer is hiding his true intentions, he has no intention of fighting to the death. If he hasn't stirred up any trouble, why—press him step by step?"

Despite this, its heart was filled with dread.

It only realized after it awoke that one of its subordinates, a City God, had already silently vanished beforehand.

Just then, the ghostly figure behind them stirred.

A series of old ghosts with thinning hair and faces pressed tightly against their skulls emerged from the shadows, their eyes fawning. They approached and conveyed a chilling message: "I confronted that outsider."

"Even if he concealed his identity—I can still vaguely remember that aura."

At this very moment, inside the bathroom of a villa in the Shenyi Division's family compound.

In response to Xu Lindong's question, Houtu's slightly weary voice came from inside the Tower of Babel: "Of those two auras, one is probably a junior guarding Mount Tai, likely a lord of the fourth sequence of the Human Path—"

"At the fifth level and above, although there are no longer further subdivisions, the extraordinary individuals at this level have a thorough understanding of their own abilities and have even created many secret techniques. In the past, some have even earned titles."

"Therefore, their abilities also differ. For example, the lords of Sequence Four will receive different titles based on their different abilities—"

She paused briefly, her tone slightly hardening: "As for that old ghost in the Ghost Market, he should be a former Yama King of the Underground Sequence Three, but he has been sealed away for too long, and his strength has declined drastically."

Xu Lindong felt a chill run down his spine.

What terrifying beings are these that have all been alerted?

"Your Majesty, will they discover us? What if—"

"Won't."

Houtu's tone was calm and confident: "At the last moment, I used the Ghost Wall technique, which severed their spiritual senses. With this low-sequence method, they couldn't identify me, let alone lock onto us."

"Otherwise, do you really think we can escape just by opening a path to the underworld with this broken chair?"

Xu Lindong immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the Empress is strong enough.

"But Your Highness, you can actually block the prying eyes of these high-sequence powerhouses with your low-sequence power? The gap between top-tier sequence one and high-sequence is really that big?"

Xu Lindong was amazed.

"Of course it's not that simple."

Houtu immediately disagreed, saying, "If I were outside the tower, I might be able to do it easily. But now that I'm trapped inside, I can only make good use of this tower."

"The 'ghost wall' technique I used is directly anchored to the tower wall. If they want to lock onto me, they'll have to find me through the Tower of Babel first. Do you think they have the ability to bypass this tower and lock onto me while I'm imprisoned inside?"

"That's definitely not possible. Do you think you can deal with Master Ta so easily? Don't you have any pride?"

Xu Lindong thought to himself, and some of his doubts were immediately dispelled.

The Tower of Babel inherently possesses the ability to shield and block.

Aside from him, the tower's master, this tower is almost "indescribable and ineffable" to everyone else, difficult to access and even more difficult to explore.

Unless it is some evil person, perhaps they can forcibly touch the existence of the tower through his consciousness.

But the final result can be summed up in one sentence: "My tower gates are always open, welcoming you with open arms! Courage brings miracles!"

Now that everything is confirmed to be safe, Xu Lindong is completely relieved.

He quickly changed out of his corpse-driving clothes.

He felt that his trip to the Ghost Market had digested a significant amount of the extraordinary matter within his body.

It shrank from occupying 80% of his heart to 50%.

The originally cold and rigid emotions gradually became more lively, and their energy and spirit seemed to have improved.

This is undoubtedly a good step forward, laying the foundation for digesting the Corpse Heart and advancing to the Wandering Soul realm in the future.

Carefully seal the clothes and items back into the cabinet and lock it again.

He flushed the toilet as usual and walked out of the bathroom.

His extraordinary spiritual senses naturally spread out, allowing him to perceive the movements in the other rooms of the house.

Uncle Yi and Aunt Zhou had already retired for the night. Faint energy fluctuations were coming from Sister Xun's side, as if she had taken a level three extraordinary potion and was cultivating in peace.

He immediately took out a bottle of Level 2 Extraordinary Potion and drank it. Then he lay quietly on the bed and silently recited the "Yellow Springs Contemplation Record" from the Netherworld Ghost Order, pretending to be a zombie in a state of suspended animation.

With his mind calm, Xu Lindong instantly vanished into the Tower of Babel.

The purpose of the garment that the tailor at the Golden Scissors shop had thrown over earlier was still unknown.

With a thought, his consciousness appeared in the tower.

They went straight into the underground room on the ninth floor.

In the corner of the room, a ghostly figure was squatting on the ground, drawing circles with its finger, looking dazed and wooden.

This dazed look is just like a cute, silly character flashing through a song.

"Ah ghost, you did a good job this time."

He casually made a compliment.

The ghost's figure trembled slightly, its drawing motion paused for a moment, and then it continued to draw slowly.

Xu Lindong saw that the clothes from the tailor shop were placed in a corner of the room.

It has a dark, old look that is typical of antique objects.

It has a style somewhat similar to the robes worn by Taoist priests who transport corpses.

It has a front opening, wide sleeves, and a length that extends past the knees, with discontinuous cloud patterns embroidered along the edges in dark blue silk thread.

The garment was as light as a feather, cool to the touch, yet faintly exuded a scent of sandalwood mixed with paper ash.

Xu Lindong walked over, and as soon as his consciousness unfolded it, the clothes naturally covered his consciousness like flowing water, fitting him silently.

In an instant, a refreshing and calming coolness penetrated deep into my consciousness.

It was as if an invisible shield had enveloped his mind, keeping out external distractions and mental erosion.

"It's actually a supernatural object that can be worn directly on the consciousness body—"

Xu Lindong was somewhat surprised.

With a slight thought, he dressed and went to the oval bronze mirror in the main hall of the tower.

The mirror-like surface rippled gently, and slowly the words appeared: "Ghostly Robe".

Source: Made by the Golden Scissors Tailor Shop in the Ghost Market, sewn with silkworm silk from the underworld and misty gauze from the Ghost Gate Mountain in Fengdu, with a wisp of sandalwood incense for soothing the soul.

Effects: 1. Wearing this garment can calm the mind and spirit, resist low-level mental erosion and nightmare invasion, and slightly improve focus and willpower.

2: It can be hidden within the consciousness, and after manifestation, it directly covers the physical body.

Side effects: Long-term wear will cause the extraordinary substances in the earth to gradually become agitated, exacerbating the backlash of yin energy in the physical body.

"It really is a supernatural object that protects the mind and consciousness! Moreover, it can be worn within the consciousness body and can manifest externally at will..."

""

Xu Lindong was somewhat pleased.

The ghostly clothes seemed to have been tailor-made for him.

With this garment, he can throw away the fake goods he ordered online.

In the future, when traveling, if you want to change your identity, you can do so with just a thought and put on the robes of a corpse driver. All you need to do is carry the Soul-Capturing Bell with you.

As for the side effects of this extraordinary substance, they were almost negligible to him.

He continued wearing the ghostly garment as his consciousness returned to the outside world.

After trying it out, it was confirmed that the ghost clothes could indeed be manifested outside the body directly through a state of consciousness.

This supernatural object clearly possesses some characteristics of a wandering spirit.

After studying it for a while.

He returned to the underground room on the ninth floor of the Tower of Babel.

He pushed open the narrow door next door and squeezed in sideways.

But in the dim light inside the doorway, a pool of dark red, viscous liquid was seen flowing silently on the ground.

It was the blood of the vampire baron's demon clan that had been refined earlier.

"Let's give some of this vampire's blood to Agan to try. If he can absorb and refine it, I'll take some myself; perhaps it will increase my strength..."

'

He immediately took out some dark red, viscous blood and quickly arrived at the tenth-floor tunnel room.

The zombie Agan stood blankly in the room, his body radiating a chilling aura of death.

Upon seeing the blood delivered by Xu Lindong, its grayish-white eyes suddenly narrowed, it let out a low growl, and its stiff body leaned forward slightly, revealing a strong desire.

Now, Forrest Gump is a top-tier zombie, possessing abilities such as a body of steel, immense strength, and the ability to howl and walk like a ghost.

But zombies are evil beings, not superhumans.

Xu Lindong wasn't sure either.

After the zombies are promoted, can they, like the superhumans, retain their original powerful bodies and strength while also incorporating the abilities and characteristics of wandering souls?

We can only feed it for now and wait and see.

This practice of keeping zombies and wandering spirits in captivity also aligns with the role of the corpse driver, helping him to digest the corpse's heart more quickly.

After feeding him, Xu Lindong turned and walked out of the tunnel room.

His gaze fell on the two doors on either side of the human passageway opposite.

The Yaksha weasel and the Asura hyena he sent into the Tower of Babel were respectively thrown into these two gates. Now, these two evil disciples have long been completely refined and transformed into extraordinary substances of corresponding pathways.

The nutrients that escaped during the refining process also seemed to have caused some changes to the reliefs on the gate of the neighboring human realm.

The patterns have become more vibrant than ever before.

Xu Lindong strode towards the opposite room, stopping in front of the door to examine it closely.

The relief carving of the village headman on the door now exudes an eerie vitality.

He was dressed in a neat black robe, and beneath the square-topped hat on his head, his originally rigid face seemed to turn slightly in the dim light, and a pair of stone-carved eyes gazed at him with a ghostly "gaze," as if they were alive.

"eccentric...

'

Xu Lindong felt a chill run down his spine, and he was about to ask Houtu Niangniang at the top of the tower.

The sound came from the top of the tower.

"This little bit of nourishment is not enough to completely awaken the demons and monsters on the gate."

"But in the future, you will encounter more and more troubles, which is unavoidable, but troubles are accompanied by opportunities."

Xu Lindong was surprised. "Your Majesty, what kind of trouble are you referring to?"

"You possess the Tower of Babel, and apart from true immortals and gods, no one can lock onto or even glimpse this treasure."

But once the demons and monsters on these tower gates reappear, they will naturally attract some evil spirits who will subconsciously approach you, and that's where the trouble comes in...

""

"Would evil spirits approach me on their own?"

Xu Lindong couldn't help but think of the old lady sweeping the floor, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Wouldn't it be much better if I didn't feed it fertilizer?"

"Didn't you say last time that you weren't afraid of these bas-reliefs that you couldn't even pry off the door, and that you still wanted to get the mythical door god scroll?"

Xu Lindong was immediately embarrassed.

"Your Majesty, last time you only said that gods and immortals might target me in the future, but you didn't mention that even evil spirits would be attracted—"

"This is nothing. If you can't even deal with evil spirits, you won't be able to stand before the gods and immortals."

Houtu Niangniang calmly said, "I think that the approach of evil spirits is actually a kind of training. As long as you can keep them away, they can not only be transformed into merit, but also be used by you to help you become stronger."

"The dangers involved are something that all the tower owners have had to experience and bear."

Hearing this, Xu Lindong gradually calmed down and was no longer nervous.

"That's right. When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it; when evil spirits come, we'll shut them down. Evil spirits are also my help."

He glanced at the Humanity Portal.

Then, Xu Lindong turned around and stepped into the underground room on the ninth floor of the Tower of Babel, sat down cross-legged, and continued to digest the extraordinary energy in the potion.

He became engrossed in studying the "Yellow Springs Contemplation Record" as a supplementary practice.

In his consciousness, the ghostly script he remembered from before seemed to come alive, each character shimmering with eerie light, like ancient runes guiding the path to the underworld.

He followed the method of visualization, guiding the internal energy within his body to flow along a specific trajectory.

He discovered that his control over extraordinary power was several times more refined than before, as if it were his own arm.

Early the next morning.

Xu Lindong arrived at the center of the Tower of Babel's main hall and stood in front of the oval bronze mirror.

The mirror surface shimmered with light, revealing clear data:

Current merit balance: 8230

Current energy and spirit level: 154.6

This trip to the Ghost Market, involving the use of a broken chair for transportation and two trips on a bicycle, has significantly depleted his merit points, leaving him with just over eight thousand.

However, we also gained a lot.

An opportunity for the Empress to intervene.

A ghostly garment.

In addition, there are the sights and sounds of wandering the ghost market and the further digestion of the corpse's heart.

"It's not a loss."

Xu Lindong thought to himself.

He then used his consciousness to simulate his physical state in the hall, running and punching to test his bodily functions.

The bronze mirror quickly reflected a set of real-time data:

Arm strength (normal): 445-505kg

Maximum strength: ≈780kg

100-meter speed: 6.35 seconds; instantaneous speed: 80 km/h

Reaction speed: Human limit (can dodge bullets)

Impact resistance: Can withstand blunt force trauma, car impacts, and blast shockwaves; small-caliber pistol bullets can embed themselves in muscle without penetrating. "Not bad —"

Xu Lindong scanned the data and felt satisfied.

In his previous life, this physical ability would have been comparable to that of a superhero like Captain America in the movies.

The speed is even faster.

Although his strength was somewhat inferior, it still far exceeded the limits of ordinary people.

However, as a sequence transcendent being, he knew very well that the physical qualities brought by essence, energy, and spirit were only the foundation.

True strength lies in sequence ability.

When his spirit and energy were over ninety, thanks to the boost from the blessing he received, he could run 100 meters in under five seconds, and his strength also increased dramatically.

With the data now fully improved, the speed will be even more terrifying once the "ghost step" is used.

However, relying solely on physical strength to break the 100-meter barrier in four seconds is almost impossible for people with low-order stamina.

The human body, after all, has its limits.

Xu Lindong glanced at the top of the tower.

It's unclear what will happen after Houtu Niangniang obtains that ledger.

The other party didn't say anything either.

"Perhaps she will regain many memories... perhaps they are related to the Tower of Babel?"

"View of the Pagoda Forest..."

"7

Xu Lindong remembered the address on the ledger and took note of it.

Then, consciousness exited the Tower of Babel and returned to the body.

My exceptional intuition has already detected some of the movements outside.

It seems that Sister Xun has already gone to work.

In the living room on the first floor, Uncle Yi seemed to be arguing with someone on the phone.

"Um?"

He was a little puzzled.

Uncle Yi has a very good temper and rarely argues with anyone except when he's playing chess.

His ears twitched slightly.

The ability to hear corpses quietly activated.

I instantly caught the woman's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Guoqiang, there's going to be a huge mess outside. Many people in Shanghai are trapped here—"

"You have no idea, yesterday a huge wave suddenly appeared at sea, accompanied by black fog. I'm afraid there's something in the sea that's heading straight for Shanghai—"

Please, be kind and don't hold grudges. Why bring up things from back then?

Now that Xiao Xu is a captain in the Department of Supernatural Affairs, maybe he can help get a train ticket back to Jiangcheng.

Xu Lindong was startled.

It's only been one night, and things are already this chaotic outside? Even Shanghai won't fall, will it?