Zhou Deng’s strength isn’t very formidable; he became a captain purely because previous captains were eliminated due to various reasons, and he was picked from among the underdogs.

Even after becoming a captain, he wasn’t highly regarded. He had once been a thief before becoming a ghost rider, which made many captains look down on him, especially He Yiner, who felt that he only knew petty theft and lacked the commitment expected of a captain.

Yet, this moment, he hesitated not the slightest, exhausting everything he had, solely to protect He Yiner in front of the three Kings, ensuring her success in soul summoning.

This was the sole task Yang Jian assigned him.

Zhou Deng didn’t betray Yang Jian’s trust; he fulfilled his duty impeccably, even at the potential cost of his life.

You see, the target of the three Kings wasn’t Zhou Deng. If he were to flee now, leaving He Yiner to perish, no one would hold him accountable. At most, he’d be reproached afterward for ineffective protection, and if his skin was thick enough, he could easily disregard it.

Blood seeped eerily from that human skin mask.

Zhou Deng’s consciousness and body were under dual assault; he had reached his limit and couldn’t act anymore, yet at this moment, he smiled.

Because he saw He Yiner succeeded in soul summoning.

Utilizing the medium and the soul summoner’s supernatural ability, a long-deceased soul reappeared in this world. It was a lifeless elderly man, exuding a rotten aura, as if buried in the soil for many years, like a fearsome wraith, inducing shivers.

But after this elder appeared, his pitch-black eyes began to move slightly, now surveying the surroundings.

The summoned soul was unaware of the surroundings initially and required a brief moment to adapt and comprehend the current situation.

“Soul summoner from Taiping Ancient Town, huh? So, I’ve been brought back as a henchman,” the elder spoke, releasing a faint sigh.

This moment, the Sexton Luo Qian returned.

Though his presence could only last for a fleeting moment, this period was enough to reverse the situation, switching offense and defense.

The three Kings now felt a wave of dread.

“Is this the deceased ghost rider from before? No wonder we need to kill this captain named He Yiner first; her supernatural ability is indeed troublesome. If she’s not dealt with first, she could resurrect the deceased captain, rendering this war victory moot.”

The Projectionist saw this scene and finally understood He Yiner’s value, realizing why an obscure captain was worth such desperate protection from others.

“But she only summoned one person, not highly threatening; that captain named Zhou Deng is almost done for, posing no threat. Just a bit further, and success is ours.”

Yet, the Captain didn’t respond.

He remained silent, swiftly turning away to leave, even directly abandoning He Yiner.

This occurrence made the Projectionist’s expression change dramatically.

Left?

What a joke, success was in reach; He Yiner had lost her ability to fight back. Just a little more wear, and this captain would indeed perish.

“Hey, what are you doing? Escaping?” The Projectionist attempted to call out to the Captain.

But the Captain didn’t respond; his attitude was cold, actions bizarre. After turning away, he didn’t hesitate, soon disappearing from sight.

“This guy.” At this point, the Projectionist couldn’t help but curse.

Running now, what’s the meaning? Alone, he could at most dispatch the captain named Zhou Deng, lacking the strength to face He Yiner, rendering the action utterly impossible to succeed.

Meanwhile.

The elder summoned at this moment rotated his black eyes, looked towards the Projectionist, and in the Captain’s departure direction.

“They’re the enemies, help me eliminate them.” He Yiner immediately said.

“The strife and slaughter of the younger generations I, as a dead old man, don’t wish to meddle in. The favor of the Taiping Ancient Town’s soul summoner has been repaid, so for such fights, seek others, I can at most protect you from being killed, that’s all,” Luo Qian, however, this moment rejected helping He Yiner with the killings.

Yet subsequently, Luo Qian casually waved his hand.

A grave appeared under He Yiner’s feet, swiftly swallowing her, but the grave soon collapsed again, and He Yiner once again emerged.

He Yiner appeared no longer blurred upon emerging from the grave, reverting to her prior state.

“I’ve buried the excess supernatural within you; you won’t die,” Luo Qian said.

“You don’t want to help me, but would you let those foreign ghost riders wreak havoc freely? They’re summoning the Ghost Ship and releasing wraiths, intending to turn the land where our ancestors lived into a wraith-ridden hell, while they enjoy peaceful lives abroad. Look at this bustling city; if these people aren’t dispatched, this city will perish tomorrow.”

He Yiner gazed at Luo Qian, pleading, hoping this soul would intervene.

“Such a matter?” The elder appeared somewhat astonished, then glimpsed distantly at the city.

Clearly, He Yiner wasn’t wrong.

Souls retained their minds; if summoned souls wished not to aid the soul summoner, then the summoner couldn’t force them, sometimes with some souls even viciously attacking the summoner, hence making soul summoning a relatively dangerous task for He Yiner; it’s not always the case that summoned allies are faithful.

He Yiner remained silent, merely awaiting the Sexton Luo Qian’s decision, meanwhile utilizing the recovery period to prepare a second relic, readying a new soul summoning.

She held no assurance to rely entirely on Luo Qian.

However, Luo Qian contemplated briefly, ultimately revealing an icy smile: “Though I don’t particularly wish to interfere in the affairs of subsequent generations, foreigners wreaking such havoc is indeed excessive; since I’ve emerged in this world, might as well slay these two small fellows.”

This moment, he displayed a menacing intent.

In an instant.

The projectionist felt a chill run down his spine, locked onto by the old man’s pitch-black eyes as if an ordinary person was being stared at by an incredibly terrifying ghost, making his skin crawl.

“Retreat.”

Some supernatural instinct told him that confronting this specter was not an option, or he would meet a gruesome end.

Considering the captain had already retreated, staying here would be difficult, even if teamed up with the clown; after all, the opposition consisted of two captains, and adding an unknown specter to their side put him at a disadvantage.

After a brief hesitation, the projectionist abandoned his assault on Zhou Deng and quickly withdrew.

His black and white figure reflected on the ground, streaking away at an unbelievable speed.

“Alas!”

Yet, an elderly, hollow sigh echoed forth.

The next moment.

The surrounding light vanished instantly, but then everything returned to normal. Everyone only felt they blinked, and after this blink, their surroundings were utterly transformed, no longer the bustling Dahai City but an endless cemetery.

Within the cemetery stood countless grave mounds, some new, some old, some with tombstones, some without, these mounds continuing in clusters, forming an eerie supernatural space.

“What?” The projectionist was stunned.

His retreat was fast enough, yet he hadn’t anticipated the old man’s Ghost Domain being even faster.

“Be buried here.”

The sexton, Luo Qian, had changed from before, his face turned extraordinarily cold, devoid of emotion, his pupil-less eyes lacking any human feelings.

In an instant, the grave soil sagged, the dark and foul-smelling earth covering up, intending to bury this projectionist.

“I do not exist in reality. You, old man, cannot handle me,” the projectionist said. Being the king, he was no ordinary person and had his unique skills.

However, what responded to him was the pouring grave soil.

Though confident, the projectionist felt something was amiss. He tried to leave this place but was horrified to find his supernatural abilities were being disturbed.

“Can’t touch this soil?” he quickly realized the problem.

But it was too late.

The suppression of the grave soil had taken hold, and although he didn’t exist in reality, he was being affected, the black and white on him rapidly fading away, his entire being gradually dragged back to reality by the erosion of the soil.

“Damn it.”

The projectionist glanced at the endless cemetery, knowing ordinary means were useless here. Instantly, he took out a cellphone, which was playing a black-and-white supernatural movie, and his body swiftly merged into the phone, attempting to escape through some method.

Yet, just halfway through his escape, a scream erupted.

The phone instantly dimmed, its screen went out, and a dirt-covered hand emerged from the screen, grabbing his face, simultaneously causing his body to sink rapidly.

Soon after.

The projectionist ceased his struggle, buried alive, and in his place, an old mound appeared.

In this endless cemetery, the mound formed by the projectionist was not particularly noticeable.

After burying the projectionist, Luo Qian’s pitch-black eyes moved stiffly, turning towards Zhou Deng.

“You can’t harm him. He’s my teammate, attacked while trying to save me. Help him,” He Yiner hurriedly said, hoping Luo Qian could save Zhou Deng.

“Everyone has their specialty. I only know how to bury, not save. Besides, he’s already dead, and this human skin suit holds only an evil spirit now, better to bury it too, or else you youngsters will have more trouble,” Luo Qian stated the harsh reality.

Zhou Deng was dead.

He Yiner was momentarily stunned, looking at Zhou Deng.

Only now did she realize Zhou Deng was motionless, blood seeping from beneath him, staining the ground, with a strange human skin mask, an old tattered pellet drum, and a half-burned remnant candle floating atop the blood…

Apparently, in the moment He Yiner tried to summon the soul, Zhou Deng gave his all, and even in the end, not leaving a body behind.

The human skin suit was empty, containing nothing, nor did any more blood seep out.

Luo Qian noticed He Yiner didn’t respond but took action, waving his hand as the surrounding grave soil surged, gradually burying the human skin suit that still retained a human form.

In his lifetime, he had witnessed too much parting and death.

Since they were dead, let them rest in peace, preventing the evil spirit from reviving and causing harm again.

“Restart, restarting can bring Zhou Deng back.” Seeing Zhou Deng about to be buried, He Yiner panicked, clutching Luo Qian and pleaded.

“I can only bury the present, unable to reverse the past. That’s not my forte.” Luo Qian’s words shattered her idea.

Not every top ghost master from the Republic of China Period could restart, those who could reverse the past and change the future were exceedingly rare.

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