Creak.
Yin Yang burst through an old wooden door, his spirituality somewhat frantic, having been affected to some degree by that Flesh Mountain.
Buzz—
A steel blade swung down toward the crown of Yin Yang’s head.
It was only then that Yin Yang saw clearly: he had actually stumbled into the middle of a sacrifice!
Four people dressed in white robes and pointed hats were currently bleeding a corpse.
The blood flowed from the corpse's neck, gradually merging into the patterns carved into the floor.
The one who had just attacked him was one of their companions.
The effect of the 【Traveler's Badge】 was to randomly open a door to an unknown location, but its drawback was that the danger behind the door increased with every use.
Looking at the situation now, it was indeed much more dangerous than the first time he had used it.
Thwack!
Yin Yang didn't even bother to defend. A zhanmadao swung first, splitting the attacker's head open.
Before the other four could react, the blade-wielding ghost charged in like a tiger among sheep, slaughtering them where they stood!
Three seconds later, four more corpses lay on the ground.
After searching their bodies, Yin Yang only found a single piece of parchment.
The parchment looked ancient, with a drawing of a skull from some unknown animal right in the center.
Beneath the skull, a line of small text was written.
‘Awaken me, believe in me.’
With a casual flick of his wrist, Yin Yang stowed the parchment away.
Although he didn't know what it was for, it was well known that Yin Yang was a very frugal man.
He stayed there to heal his wounds, then gave himself a quick wash and changed into a fresh set of clothes.
During this time, he communicated with the souls of the dead to get a general idea of where he was and what they had been doing.
This was Wang City.
And those people just now were students of Wang City University.
They had previously discovered that parchment in the school library and, following its instructions, attempted to gain fame and success by offering a sacrifice.
They had just slaughtered one person when Yin Yang stepped through the door and killed them all.
Yin Yang let out a long breath, briefly recalling the geography books he had read.
“Wang City... it really is quite far away.”
“A university? Come to think of it, I’ve never been to university. It might be a good place to hide out.”
Yin Yang straightened his clothes as he walked out.
“The materials for the promotion potion are ready. I just need to wait for the right time to perform the ritual. After that, I’ll need to find my ‘Lungs.’ Are you ready?”
In the shadows, a paper lantern swayed.
The organ corresponding to the lantern-carrying ghost was the lungs!
“Is Canned Food alright?”
“Meow~”
Canned Food’s cry rang out from within the book box.
...
Twelve hours later.
Two teams arrived at Huanggang almost simultaneously. By now, Huanggang had been reduced to complete ruins.
The once-bustling port showed no signs of life. Debris and wreckage were everywhere, and a trail of crimson blood led straight into the sea, as if some massive creature had walked into the ocean.
The Security Bureau and the Command Center teams glanced at each other before heading off in different directions.
The Security Bureau team went straight to the site of their former office, hoping to find any clues.
The Command Center team followed the blood trail toward the docks.
“There is indeed residual divinity, and a clear aura of evil can be detected, just as the intelligence suggested.”
“This damn thing has entered the ocean. It won’t be easy to find.”
“We have to find it regardless. The influence of such a thing within Great Wei’s borders is too great.”
“I recall there being a local god here called the Whale God, right?”
“Yes. It was an artificial god promoted by that gentleman in his younger years.”
“An artificial god? Heh, might as well just call it an elixir.”
Hearing this, the others remained silent, none of them echoing the sentiment.
They were from the Command Center and naturally understood that trouble comes from the mouth.
The man, however, didn't seem to care as he looked out over the sea.
“Then let’s first ask that artificial god if it has any clues. If not, we’ll have to use a sealed object.”
“Let’s go!”
On the other side, at the ruins of the Security Bureau.
The Security Bureau team frowned deeply.
“Captain, there’s not a trace of spirituality left. It seems everyone is dead.”
“I see.”
“With no survivors, we don’t even have basic information. How are we supposed to investigate who impersonated Ghost Tiger?”
“As long as he did it, he must have left traces. Just because we don’t know doesn't mean a sealed object won’t.”
As he spoke, he took a needle-like object from his pocket.
The casing of the needle was simple, with the unique luster of aged metal. It was about thirty centimeters long and one centimeter thick.
The people around him grew tense the moment they saw the needle, carefully surrounding it as if it were some great omen of disaster.
The captain took a deep breath and said cautiously,
“Reconstruct Time!”
With those words, the shadows beneath their feet moved rapidly!
The surrounding scenery began to flow backward!
Past events replayed in quick succession, like a fast-forwarded stream of water!
The sealed object he was using was a sundial pointer, which possessed the ability to replay the past, though it could only go back twenty-four hours at most.
As for the range of the replay, that depended on the user's strength.
The Security Bureau team watched as their colleagues turned into eyeball monsters one by one, then scattered across the ground to pursue the Flesh Mountain.
“That Flesh Mountain evil god seemed to be chasing something. Could it be the person impersonating Ghost Tiger?”
“Captain, can you keep going?”
Simply replaying the previous scenes had already caused the captain to break into a cold sweat.
“I can!”
“Captain, we can't confirm anything just by looking at this. Can you have the sealed object lock onto a general direction?”
The captain gritted his teeth and nodded. But the moment he communicated with the sundial pointer, it slammed onto his foot with a thud and stuck there so firmly it couldn't be pried off.
The captain let out a muffled groan and tried to communicate again, but the object directly 'refused' him.
He had been blacklisted by the sealed object.
...
Wang City University.
Department of Performing Arts.
“Hello, teacher. I’m a new transfer student. My name is Lu Yang.”
Yin Yang was dressed in a white T-shirt, blue jeans, and white canvas shoes. His outfit was simple, and he wore a sunny smile.
The teacher looked Yin Yang up and down, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.
“You have good potential, student. How many years have you studied acting? Do you have any previous works?”
“I’ve studied acting for three years. I’ve performed in some stage plays before.”
“Good, good. Come with me; class is about to start.”
“Thank you, teacher.”
“No need for thanks. Speaking of which, I happen to have a play coming up that’s missing a third male lead. Would you like to consider it?”
“I’d be happy to, though I’m afraid my skills might not be up to par and I might embarrass you, teacher.”
Hearing Yin Yang speak so politely, the teacher looked even more pleased.
“Hahaha, that’s fine. I believe that with your talent, you’ll definitely be able to handle the role.”
As he spoke, he led Yin Yang to the front of the classroom. The room inside was noisy, but the teacher suddenly turned to Yin Yang and asked,
“What does acting mean to you?”
Yin Yang thought for a moment before replying with great seriousness,
“Life!”
The teacher smiled and patted his shoulder. “I hope you remember those words today.”
Yin Yang nodded with equal seriousness.
He wasn't lying. For him, if his performance failed...
He really might die.
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