Time goes back a few hours.

The rain was pouring down.

Li Changan looked at the scholar in front of him with great interest. He was deeply impressed by this person whom he only met once. There is no doubt that he is the enemy of the White Lotus Sect, but the enemy of an enemy is not necessarily a friend.

But it was such a person who extended a helping hand in tonight's crisis.

He came up with a plan: there was a ghost town hidden under a nearby lake...

"With such an obvious trap, how can you ensure that the other party will fall into the trap obediently?"

"Whether the fish takes the bait depends on whether the bait is fragrant or not."

"The leader of the White Lotus Sect's action is the young master of the White Lotus Sect. He is young and energetic, so he can use aggressive tactics. But he is cautious and suspicious, so he has to do the opposite."

"Even so, relying solely on the City God, I'm afraid we won't be able to eliminate the masters of the White Lotus Sect."

The scholar chuckled lightly.

"You two, have you ever heard of the legend of Pingye City God?"

……………………

Cheng Liang suddenly woke up.

In his memory, the ground was shaking just a moment ago, and the beams and columns above his head collapsed with dust and bricks, and he could not escape beneath them.

At this moment, everything seemed like a dream. There was no earthquake, no inn, or even a thick fog that swallowed the living. There were only ancient ruins and dazed companions around me, and there were no collapsed roof beams above, but a... lake.

?

The heavy rain stopped early and the night wind became strong.

The half-waning moon was imprinted on the lake. When the waves stirred up by the night wind, the broken cold light slowly seeped into the water.

"I'm under the lake?"

A ridiculous idea came to Cheng Liang's mind. This idea drove him to look up. Yes, in the depths of the ruins was an even deeper lake. The algae on the ruins at the bottom of the lake stretched out, and long strands stretched out to the lake.

, as dense as an army’s gun forest.

Er, the undercurrent is sweeping across.

The algae forest squirmed and swayed, and the sediments on the bottom of the algae were also swept up. That was...

Cheng Liang's hair stood on his head.

Under the cold light, there are pale faces one after another, the limbs are being fiddled with by the water flow, and the white lotus is vaguely visible in the floating hem of clothes.

It’s human!

They were hundreds of White Lotus cultists who were swallowed up by the thick fog.

"The spell works!"

Several cheers suddenly sounded in his ears. Cheng Liang looked around and saw that the bronze lamp with a missing corner in the strange shadow's hand was glowing with gray light again. The people around him were learning and learning, and for a while, various small spells were used in the group.

Performed one after another.

They were overjoyed. What could be more exciting and reassuring than being in a strange situation and having the skills they relied on come back again?

But Cheng Liang's hair stood on end.

He knew very well that the previous spell failure was due to the ghost city and the city god. But now that the spell can be used and the ghost city is gone, what is the city god doing?

He widened his eyes and looked in the direction of where the City God was in his memory.

There seemed to be a vague shadow in the darkness. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to look more carefully, but suddenly he found a little orchid will-o'-the-wisp coming out from behind the shadow. The will-o'-the-wisp quickly expanded and finally formed the shape of a person. Then,

The second, third, fourth... countless souls emerged one after another behind the shadow, and the gathered light also illuminated the shadow where they stood during their lifetime.

Wearing a wat head, a crown of virtue, a python robe, and a jade belt around his waist, he looks like a city god in a temple.

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Liang saw the city god leading the ghosts, taking a step forward, then folding his hands, bowing, and bowing his head, leading the ghosts behind him to bow in the direction of his group.

This bow made Cheng Liang's heart beat violently, both out of surprise and fear.

Naturally, the object of the City God's obeisance would not be him, nor anyone around him. In other words, it would be something behind him.

And what's behind him?

He didn't dare to look, his instinct desperately reminded him not to look back.

But soon he felt the cold air rising up on his back, and a thin mist climbed onto his shoulders, and strands of strands of algae squirmed like fine algae in the deep water, clinging to his face.

Inexplicable fear seemed to sneak into his body with the mist, tightly gripping his mind, forcing him to turn his head little by little. At this moment, he only felt that his neck was stiffer than ever before, as if every time he turned a little, his bones,

The meridians and even the blood vessels and skin were all rattling.

Finally, he finally turned his head, a hazy mist reflected in his dilated pupils.

There's nothing in the fog?

No.

"Boom."

Where the water waves, mist and cold light merged, a drum beat suddenly sounded.

Each drum seems to hit the heart of a person, holding the heart firmly and beating accordingly.

Then, a little wing corner pierced the mist, carved with mocking wind, painted with vermilion paint, then cornices, then brackets... half of the luxurious building slowly emerged from the mist.

palace?

As soon as this thought arises from people's minds, the mist suddenly settles.

Little by little, everything in the fog is revealed.

First came countless waving flags and banners, then hundreds of knights on brightly-clad and furious horses, then soldiers holding chains, then all kinds of propaganda, then guards in bright armor, then palace ladies holding fans, and then holding banners.

Servant of the lamp, and...

Cheng Liang's pupils tightened.

...The people under the "palace" are densely packed... No! Those with tongues three feet long are hanged ghosts, those with white and swollen bodies are drowned ghosts, those with skinny bones and belly as big as drums are starved ghosts, and those with empty necks are broken dead ghosts.

The head ghost... The people under that "palace" were all evil ghosts with their stern faces revealed.

What kind of palace is that there? It is clearly a Luan Yu, which uses countless evil ghosts as oxen and horses, and as wheels, and it moves slowly with the cries of the evil ghosts!

Which one is this holy house?!

The cold light illuminated the water, and the team was silent.

For no reason, Cheng Liang remembered something the scholar said:

Have you ever heard of the legend of Pingye City God?

Some ideas have arisen, but they haven’t been sorted out yet.

"The little god Pingye City God Chen Jingdao, kowtows to the god."

The shouts of the ghosts were like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, following closely behind.

"Kowtow to the Lord of Taishan Prefecture!"

……………………

No matter how stupid a person is, it’s time for them to realize their situation.

The people of the White Lotus Sect who were cheering a moment ago were now like a group of ducks whose necks were pinched, panicked and speechless.

The Lord of Mount Tai, Emperor Dongyue, is the god who governs life and death of all things in the world.

No matter how perverse the villain is, he has to be on tenterhooks in front of this god and keep silent for fear of causing disaster.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded that made everyone in the White Lotus Sect grit their teeth.

"Your Majesty, I am a disciple of the 17th generation of Longhushan Zhengdao. I am the Great Emperor of Beiyin in Fengdu. Please report to the living officials of the Department. Han Zhiwei please report."

The scholar, holding an imperial book in his hand, came out of the crowd.

"Nowadays, the White Lotus Sect is causing chaos in the world with demonic methods and is tyrannizing the world. Its bandit leader has gathered here with a roaring crowd to plot evil and harm the good and the good. Therefore, I would like to open a division of rewards for good and punishment for evil here, and order the judges to weigh the sins of everyone here and make a decision.

Good and evil.”

He bowed and worshiped again. There was no sadness or joy on his face, but he was unavoidably uneasy in his heart. After all the hard work tonight, the success or failure of it depends on this experience.

I didn't keep him waiting long.

A vague response came from the room.

"allow!"

………………

Cheng Liang's hands and feet were already sore and his heart was in a state of confusion.

It’s just the City God, but how come even the Lord of Taishan Prefecture showed up!

He didn't doubt that he was there.

Due to all the strange things happening in the inn in the ghost town, everyone has already determined the identity of the City God. And how can the person who can make the City God lead hundreds of ghosts to kneel down and worship him be an imposter?
To be continued...