I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Beijing, Xishan Underground Command Center.

This is currently the busiest and most secretive place in the entire country. Since the "Sword Tomb" incident, all members of Bureau 749 have been working around the clock, with hundreds of military servers monitoring abnormal magnetic field fluctuations across the country.

At this moment, the main control room was deathly silent, with only the sound of rain pouring down on the large screen.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen—it was a live replay of the Jishou Railway Station broadcast.

"Have the energy readings been analyzed yet?"

Director Li Guozhong stood in front of the command platform, his hands gripping the edge tightly, his knuckles white. His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed his trembling.

"Reporting to...reporting to the director."

The head of the technical department's voice trembled as he pulled up a waveform graph that appeared in dark red: "In the Jishou Railway Station area, an S-level psionic reaction erupted the moment the train appeared. Its intensity... has reached the level of when the Sword Tomb is 80% open."

"But..." The supervisor swallowed hard, switching the focus to Gu Qing, "within this S-level energy field, there is a relatively stable 'singularity.' It's this person."

The scene freezes: Gu Qing, wearing a black raincoat and holding a train ticket, stands in front of a green train that exudes an ominous aura.

"Technical analysis concludes: This train, named 'K444,' is a high-risk paranormal phenomenon, filled with resentment and deathly intent. However, the target, codenamed 'The Mysterious Man,' possesses an energy field that, while cold and sinister, is remarkably orderly."

"What is he doing?" Li Guozhong asked.

"He is... enforcing the law."

The one who answered this question was Zhao Feng, who was sitting in the corner.

Zhao Feng had his eyes closed, cradling the broken sword "Tiger Warrior" in his arms. Since merging with the military strategist's legacy, his perception of aura far surpassed that of ordinary people.

"Law enforcement?" Li Guozhong turned his head.

Zhao Feng opened his eyes and slowly stood up. He walked to the big screen and pointed to the moment when Gu Qing turned around to stop the anchor, A Qiang.

"Look at his eyes."

Zhao Feng's voice carried a hint of respect: "Faced with a ghost of this level, an ordinary person would have been paralyzed with fear long ago. But he showed no fear at all; on the contrary, he was very calm. He deliberately stopped to warn the civilians, 'Don't follow if you don't want to die,' and then got into the car alone."

"He is in danger in isolation."

Zhao Feng gently stroked the broken sword in his arms, feeling the feedback from the blade: "My sword tells me that the train was filthy, filled with a nauseating, malevolent aura. But this person... the sword has no hostility towards him."

"You mean, he's an ally?" Li Guozhong frowned. "But we don't have this person in our database. The Taoist Association and the Records of Extraordinary People in Folklore both have no record of him."

"True masters are always hidden among the common people," Zhao Feng said in a deep voice. "Since the sword guardian exists in the Sword Tomb, in ancient times, when a hundred schools of thought contended, there were the 'military strategists' who protected our country, and naturally there were also 'other schools' that specialized in handling affairs between the Yin and Yang realms."

"For example... schools of thought that specialize in converting the souls of the dead or suppressing vengeful ghosts."

Hearing Zhao Feng's deduction, the atmosphere in the conference room eased slightly.

If this is a reclusive expert risking their life alone to save someone, then the nature of the situation changes completely. It is no longer a simple disaster, but an opportunity to make contact with a "mysterious ally."

"Profiler, I need his file," Li Guozhong ordered.

A senior profiler quickly projected the analysis results onto the secondary screen.

[Bureau 749 Top Secret Files]

Event ID: 002-Xiangxi Ghost Train

Target codename: 【Ferryman】

Identity speculation: A member of a reclusive sect / A maintainer of the Yin-Yang order

Stance Determination: Lawful and Neutral (Initially determined to be friendly)

Behavioral analysis:

Protective tendencies: In high-risk environments, priority was given to removing unrelated civilians, without demonstrating antisocial tendencies.

Independent Operations: Not part of the official system, operating in a secretive manner, and may have its own intelligence sources and operational guidelines.

Overall assessment: He is extremely valuable to win over. He may be a key window for us to understand the truth about the "spirit world's resurgence".

"The Ferryman..." Li Guozhong looked at the code name thoughtfully, "He shields the living from the world and leads the ghosts away. It's a good name."

"Chief, what's our current strategy?"

"We can't let him fight this battle alone."

Li Guozhong suddenly looked up, his eyes sharpening: "No matter which faction he's from, since he's helping us clean up the mess and protect the people, then he's a friend of our 749 Bureau."

He looked at Zhao Feng: "Captain Zhao."

"Here!" Zhao Feng stood at attention, and a fierce and murderous aura suddenly erupted.

"The situation in western Hunan is complicated. Now that the train has headed deep into the mountains, it will be difficult for regular troops to intervene. You will take Special Operations Team One and set off immediately."

Li Guozhong pointed to the dark, towering mountains on the map: "You have three tasks."

"First, seal off the scene and handle the aftermath; we must not allow the paranormal contamination to spread."

"Second, track the train's destination and confirm the 'ferryman's' safety. If he needs support, provide fire support at all costs."

"third……"

Li Guozhong paused, his tone becoming serious: "If possible, try to contact him. On behalf of the country, express goodwill to him. Tell him that he is not alone in this era."

"yes!"

Zhao Feng gave a standard military salute. His palms were slightly sweaty, from excitement.

Ever since he acquired the "Tiger Warrior," he has longed to meet someone of his kind.

The image of a lone figure boarding the ghost train in the rainy night resonated deeply with him. It was the responsibility of the strong.

"The ferryman..."

Zhao Feng stared at the taillights of the car gradually disappearing into the darkness on the screen, silently chanting to himself.

"Where do you come from? What kind of vast world lies behind you?"

"I hope we can fight side by side."

……

2:30 a.m.

The runway at the Xishan training base was brightly lit.

Three black-painted Y-20 large transport aircraft roared to life as they taxied and took off.

Inside the cabin, Zhao Feng was wiping his tactical dagger and the section of the ancient sword. His teammates around him were checking the latest psionic detector and silver-plated bullets.

"Captain, you mean that person..." The vice-captain leaned closer, somewhat curious, "Is he really human? I was watching the live stream just now, and when he got into the car, all those ghostly things seemed really afraid of him."

"He is human precisely because those filthy things fear him."

Zhao Feng sheathed the broken sword and looked resolutely at the dark night sky outside the window.

"Only those with righteousness in their hearts can suppress evil spirits."

"Everyone, stay alert this time when we go to western Hunan. We might be facing something legendary, so don't embarrass our department, and don't let that 'ferryman' look down on us."

"yes!"

The plane pierced through the clouds and sped towards the mysterious and unpredictable mountains of western Hunan.

There, director Gu Qing's second major play—[The Woman in the Fallen Flower Cave]—was just beginning.

Bureau 749 had no idea that the compassionate "ferryman" who single-handedly suppressed evil spirits in their eyes was currently sitting in a carriage full of vengeful ghosts, counting the tens of thousands of faith points that had just arrived in his account, and thinking about how to scare people in the next round.