Void gap, gray fog sea.

Lin Zhongtian sat cross-legged in the void, with Zuo Yu who hurried over from the Game of Thrones world beside him.

After bidding farewell to Zhao Lihe and Bai Lang, Lin Zhongtian immediately returned to the void, preparing to use the incarnation technique he had just obtained from the world of A Chinese Ghost Story to completely refine the two clones into real incarnations.

Before this, these two bodies were said to be his clones, but in fact they were just shells.

What truly carries his consciousness is not his body, but the gray mist hidden within his body.

However, with this technique of external incarnation, Lin Zhongtian can finally truly refine them into a part of himself.

…

When Lin Zhongtian began to concentrate on practicing the art of incarnation, Zhao Lihe had already exchanged all his skills for gray fog coins, and then asked Xukong to transfer Bai Lang and Lin Zhongtian's shares.

As for the Buddhist and Taoist skills, Zhao Lihe himself had no intention of practicing them.

Moreover, he was the ruler of a country and possessed the aura of an emperor. It would be very difficult and ineffective for him to practice.

It won’t be too late to consider cultivating immortality once you obtain the skills of the Immortal Dynasty, or abdicate the throne.

Back in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, Zhao Lihe summoned the three brothers Lu Jianxing, Shen Lian and Ding Xian and told them everything he could.

Hearing that Yan Chixia had become the lord of Wrongful Death City with the help of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the three brothers Lu Jianxing couldn't help but sigh.

Shen Lian sighed: "From now on, there will be one less chivalrous hero in the world, and one more Yama in the underworld..."

Zhao Lihe glanced at him, took out the token, and said with a smile: "Don't be sad. If you miss him, just tell me. I can send you to see him at any time."

Shen Lian's face froze, and he bowed awkwardly: "Your Majesty, I was just joking, just a joke..."

Zhao Lihe raised his lips, put the token in his arms, and said with a smile: "Pack up, we will set off at dawn."

The three brothers Lu Jianxing looked solemn and bowed respectfully, saying, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

…

Soon, the sky brightened and the three brothers Lu Jianxing were ready.

Before leaving, Zhao Lihe came to the place where the tree demon grandma's real body was.

Today, the towering ancient trees that blocked out the sun are gone, and instead there are black stone mountains that appear abruptly on the edge of the cliff.

As time passed, the black stone mountain rose and fell, and the sunlight in the sky surged, gathering into light golden streams, like rivers pouring from the sky, pouring into the caves on the two mountain tops.

Zhao Lihe climbed up the stone mountain and looked at the pale golden light visible in the sky, seeming to be lost in thought.

"Is this the legendary essence of the sun and the moon?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the black stone mountain began to shake, and a pair of extremely large vertical pupils appeared in front of Zhao Lihe.

"Don't mention it!" Bai Lang opened his eyes and said depressedly while absorbing the sun's essence, "It seems that my body is in conflict with the moon. I couldn't absorb the moon's light last night. In the daytime, as soon as the sun came out, the sun's essence gathered on its own before I took the initiative to absorb it..."

Zhao Lihe twitched his lips and said enviously, "Isn't this a good thing?"

Bai Lang sighed and said, "What's so good about that? Brother Yan taught me the orthodox Taoist exercises, which require the harmony of yin and yang to transform into a human form. With my partiality, it will take me a long time to achieve success!"

Zhao Lihe was speechless, and suddenly remembered something. He frowned and asked, "Wait, Lao Bai, didn't you just start practicing last night? How did you get started overnight? How did you practice it?"

Bai Lang said as a matter of course: "Of course it is to imitate the radiation method and use nuclear energy to circulate in the meridians!"

Zhao Lihe: “…”

Bai Lang didn't notice the expression on Zhao Lihe's face, and continued to speak excitedly: "You know what, this technique is really useful. I used nuclear energy to operate the technique and opened up the meridians, which immediately solved the conflict between the radiation organs and the energy organs. Now I can send and receive freely!"

"Look, this nuclear radiation can leak out when I want it to, and can be sealed off when I want it to. It's so obedient!"

Feeling the intermittent nuclear radiation around him, Zhao Lihe couldn't help but twitch his mouth and frowned.

When Bai Lang had enough fun, he saw the expression on Zhao Lihe's face. He was startled for a moment, then reacted.

"I can't absorb the moonlight. Could it be a problem with nuclear energy?" Bai Lang asked cautiously.

"What do you think?" Zhao Lihe said unhappily, "It can't be my fault, right?"

Bai Lang said depressedly: "What should I do? I have already done this. Now if I start from the beginning, all my efforts will be wasted..."

Zhao Lihe was speechless and said, "It's only one night's work, and you're reluctant to give up?"

Bai Lang laughed awkwardly: "Not really, it's just that if I lose my skills, the balance I have worked so hard to find may collapse. By then, I may leak nuclear radiation all over my body again..."

Zhao Lihe recalled Yan Chixia's words and said hesitantly, "Why not try using gray fog instead of moonlight?"

Bai Lang's eyes lit up: "Good idea, I'll try it tonight!"

Zhao Lihe smiled and patted Bai Lang's black visor: "You practice slowly, I'm leaving first. Keep an eye on the tree demon grandma, don't let her come out from underground to harm people again."

"Don't worry!" Bai Lang laughed, "I discovered last night that her roots had emerged from the ground, so I deliberately gave her some blood to suck. Now it's probably withered by now, so I won't dare suck her blood casually anymore..."

Good man, you are so cruel!

Zhao Lihe gave a thumbs up, then jumped off Bai Lang's body with a smile, turned around and left.

…

In the next two days, Zhao Lihe walked on the official road with three guards.

During this period, they encountered countless bandits on the road, all of whom were killed mercilessly by Lu Jianxing and his two companions, and sent to the City of the Dead in the underworld with tokens.

In just two days, dozens of high-quality and ferocious ghosts appeared in the City of the Dead.

Yan Chixia sent a five-star review from the underworld, saying that the quality of the goods was excellent, the logistics was fast, the children liked it very much, and it could also be used on sensitive skin...

Of course, the latter part was just Zhao Lihe's own complaints. Yan Chixia's real meaning was that these ghosts were vicious enough and he hoped that Zhao Lihe and others would kill more of them and send them to the City of the Dead to be cannon fodder for him.

“Puff——”

The blade pierced into the flesh, blood splattered everywhere, and dyed the white cloth with the word "Tea" written on it into scarlet red.

In a roadside teahouse, Zhao Lihe sat on a wooden bench, drinking hot tea with a calm expression.

On his left side stood a young man dressed as a waiter, his body shaking like a sieve, looking in horror at the three big men who were slaughtering the robbers like chickens and sheep outside the tea shop.

As the sound of swords cutting into flesh continued, the screams outside the teahouse gradually subsided.

Lu Jianxing grabbed a man's hair and swung the goose-feather knife in his hand down fiercely.

“Puff——”

The blade separated the flesh and severed the cervical vertebrae, but not a trace of blood was stained.

The headless corpse fell to the ground with a thud, and blood gushed out from the broken neck, staining the muddy ground outside the tea shop red.

Lu Jianxing grabbed the man's hair and lifted his head. Blue Qi surged in his palms, sealing his blood vessels. Then he walked into the tea shop and showed the man's face to Zhao Lihe.

Zhao Lihe looked up and confirmed that it was the person he was looking for, then nodded.

"Kill them all."

As the voice came faintly, Shen Lian and Ding Xian outside the tea shop immediately swung their swords and killed all the thieves who disguised themselves as tea shop employees and owners but actually put knockout drugs in tea to murder passers-by.

Zhao Lihe put down the steaming teacup in his hand, took out a token engraved with the word "judgment" from his arms, threw it to Lu Jianxing, then stood up and turned to look at the tea shop waiter beside him.

The tea shop clerk trembled, fell to the ground in fear, and looked at Zhao Lihe's face in horror.

“I…I…”

"You've only been in the tea shop for a few days. You don't know their real livelihood yet."

Zhao Lihe smiled and stretched out his hand to help the waiter up. He brushed the dust off his body and chuckled, "Don't be afraid. We only kill evildoers. You haven't gone astray yet. Just leave on your own."

“…”

The tea shop waiter swallowed, nodded tremblingly, then turned stiffly and staggered out of the tea shop.

After leaving the tea shop, the waiter turned around to look at Zhao Lihe and others. When he saw the head in Lu Jianxing's hand, he was trembling and quickly turned around and fled.

Looking at the waiter's leaving back, Ding Xian couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother, brother, I've told you so many times not to make things so bloody. Look, even the good people are afraid of us now!"

"It's good for us to be afraid!" Lu Jianxing took off the blood-stained white cloth with the word "tea" on it, wrapped the severed head, and said lightly, "It would be best if he could remember the appearance of us brothers today when he does evil in the future..."

Zhao Lihe raised his lips when he heard that, and turned to look at the only person sitting in the corner of the tea shop.

"Little monk, why don't you run?"

The man was wearing a monk's robe and a bamboo hat. He had delicate features and a childish face. He was obviously a teenage monk.

Hearing Zhao Lihe's words with a hint of smile, the little monk stood up, clasped his hands together, and said calmly: "Namo Amitabha, since the four donors only kill evil people, I believe I have never done evil, so why should I run away?"

Zhao Lihe laughed out loud when he heard that. Lu Jianxing and Ding Xian looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.

"Well said!" Zhao Lihe showed his appreciation. "As the saying goes, if you don't do bad things, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. We have seen many evil spirits with evil intentions along the way, but this is the first time I have seen someone as upright as you, little monk."

The little monk shook his head and said, "Namo Amitabha, you are wrong. The four donors are all powerful martial artists. Ordinary people are like fish on a chopping board in front of them. Even if they have never done anything wrong, they should be afraid..."

Zhao Lihe asked with great interest: "Aren't you afraid of the little monk?"

The little monk did not answer, but picked up the teacup and drank it all.

Ding Xian was surprised and said quickly, "Hey, there's a knockout drug in there!"

The young monk drank up the tea, put down the cup, clasped his hands together, and said calmly: "This tea was obtained with great difficulty by me. Although it contains a lot of knockout drugs, it is after all a gift from several donors on earth. It cannot be wasted."

Zhao Lihe's face became more interested. He understood that the young monk was showing off his martial arts and answering his previous questions.

Although this level of martial arts was not worth mentioning to him, Zhao Lihe still praised his courage and righteousness.

"It's a good thing that can't be wasted, little monk, what's your name?"

The young monk put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name: "Namo Amitabha. I am Baiyun, greeting the four donors."