The Blade-Wielding Legend-Chapter 1348 - 698: Yin Soul’s Night Parade (Part 2)

The speed of the yin soul traveling is truly unmatched.

With just a thought, Li Yan's body suddenly surged forward, passing through the portal.

In the eyes of others, however, a sudden yin wind rose in the courtyard, and then Li Yan's presence completely vanished.

When he opened his eyes again, Li Yan was already on the street.

He looked around, and at this moment, the street appeared bizarre.

Everything was dim and uncertain, beyond a hundred meters was total darkness, nothing could be seen.

It was as if he had stepped into the Netherworld.

Ordinary people encountering such a situation would likely run around in panic, causing their soul to scatter.

But Li Yan was familiar with the Divine Communication Technique and had experienced it before, so he was not afraid.

He determined his direction, moved with Divine Thought, and advanced quickly to the left.

In the Capital, there are Nine Gates, not just one Night Watchman, and each is responsible for a specific area.

This was the first hurdle in entering the "Nine Gates Yin Ruins."

He was unsure where the "Oil-stealing Mouse Spirit" would appear, or which Night Watchman it followed, so he could only rely on luck...

......

Bang~ Bang Bang~

"Midnight, guard against fire and theft."

The Night Watchman "Old Dou" yawned, calling out wearily.

There were many tragic people in the world, and "Old Dou" was one of them.

He had a strange illness since childhood, with one side of his face swollen like a bucket, his eyes and features displaced, resembling a demon.

Perhaps because he had a tough life, though originally abandoned by his parents, he was taken home by a deaf mute old man.

Although life was tough, "Old Dou" managed to grow up somehow.

With such looks, he was naturally feared and despised since childhood, increasingly unwilling to go out and see people.

Being a "Night Watchman" who rests by day and works by night was just suitable for him.

As for the ghosts that ordinary people fear, Old Dou was not afraid at all.

To him, people were more vicious than ghosts.

Just after finishing the banging of the gong, a yin wind howled past, and fallen leaves swirled and scattered on the ground.

Old Dou rubbed his nose, squinting and cursing, "Damn it, are you rushing to reincarnate!"

In the air, Li Yan turned, frowning slightly.

This was just an ordinary person, did he have Yin Yang Eyes and could see him?

Though puzzled, Li Yan couldn't be bothered to pay attention and continued on.

The yin soul traveling was indeed extremely fast, and in just a short period, he had circled the Nine Gates once.

Unfortunately, he hadn't discovered anything unusual.

Once more, Li Yan passed by Old Dou's vicinity.

Old Dou was standing against the wall urinating, muttering, "You dare to be wild, the whole Capital is my toilet..."

The yin wind blew, causing him to shiver and glance sideways, cursing, "Are you a woman, looking at this big tool of mine?"

Of course, he was looking in another direction.

Li Yan finally understood, this was just a foul-mouthed man.

He had yet to find a place, and seeing that a quarter of an hour had passed, he was getting anxious.

Upon hearing Old Dou's words, he became irate, wanting to frighten this foul-mouthed fellow.

But just then, he felt a sharp chill and retracted into the corner of the wall.

On the street, black mist suddenly surged, accompanied by the sound of hooves and armor.

In the distance, three heavy copper gongs sounded, carrying a chill that shook the entire street.

Hearing this sound, Li Yan felt his Divine Soul vibrating.

It was the City God's patrol!

Li Yan understood, and following Wang Daoxuan's instructions, he concentrated and took a deep breath.

The yin soul had no flesh to breathe with, but he was not breathing air.

The Soul Summoning Incense swirling around was immediately inhaled by his yin soul and then quickly exhaled.

Upon exhaling, the smoke from the Soul Summoning Incense scattered, enveloping him like a cloak.

Then, Li Yan stood motionless in the corner of the wall.

At the same time, rows of figures began to appear in the thick fog, their forms ethereal yet with solid evil qi.

In tattered clothes and broken armor, their faces were indistinguishable.

The leader held high a plaque reading "Silence" and "Avoid," with scarlet symbols faintly visible in the mist.

Where the footsteps of these figures fell, a gust of yin wind arose.

Bang Bang Bang!

Two figures at the back carried a large gong.

The material was light, looking almost like it was made of paper.

But every time the other figure struck it, an astonishing echo was produced, shaking the yin fog.

This sound, to the yin soul, was like a Thunder Drum, shocking their soul, but ordinary people couldn't hear it.

Just like that "Old Dou," when he saw the sudden gust of wind, he clumsily hid in the corner, cursing under his breath.

Unaware, just three feet in front of him were the Community Order Soldiers of the City God Temple.

In the center of the patrol procession, an eight-portered ghost sedan chair carried the ethereal silhouette of the City God's divine form.

The sedan curtain moved without wind amidst the black fog, revealing eyes like ghostly flames, scanning the shadowy alleyway.

In the dark alley, there were a few pale phantoms, motionless against the wall.

These were wandering souls and broken spirits of the Capital's dead, incomplete in their divine souls, only standing dazedly in place.

Don't underestimate these things; if they amass, they will devour each other, transforming into fierce ghosts, lurking at intersections, creating Ghost Walls to terrify nighttime travelers, half-scaring them to death, consuming broken spirits.

In the demon hunter's "Youxuan Talk," they are referred to as "Four-Way Road Ghosts."

But when the City God's divine image's gaze touched the wandering souls, these broken spirits all vanished with a "hiss" like candlelight meeting a fierce wind, dissipating into blue smoke.

Li Yan's scalp tingled.

He finally understood why those Mystical Sect experts were so eager to seize bodies after death.

The flesh is a vessel, without the body, the divine soul becomes very weak, easily restrained by many things.

Of course, he had his own methods to deal with this.

With the issuance of the "Heavenly Official Order," he could deter the City God.

But the nearby City God Temples were all under the control of the Ancestral Affairs Office.

Driving away the City God would alert them too.

Fortunately, Wang Daoxuan's skills were impressive; the patrol team couldn't see Li Yan hiding in the corner.

Before long, the patrol team disappeared into the black fog.

Li Yan let out a breath, as the Soul Summoning Incense around him gathered again, wrapping around him like a twisting Spirit Snake along his arm.

Swish!

As Li Yan was about to continue searching, the smoke twisted suddenly, pointing toward the opposite wall.

There, was the night watchman "Old Dou."

The gust faded, the City God's patrol team left.

Old Dou cursed, picking up the clapper to continue his patrol.

But at that moment, a small shadow appeared in the dark corner.

Though small, its whiskers alone were a foot long, its large nose exploring side to side, sniffing around.

It was the oil-stealing Mouse Spirit!

Li Yan perked up instantly.

He saw a large mouse enveloped in black smoke emerge from the crack in the wall.

This creature was also in the form of a yin soul, but its body was exceptionally solid.

Its fur was sleek and shiny, black smoke emanating from its skin.

Against the unsuspecting night watchman "Old Dou," the Mouse Spirit suddenly stood upright, half a head taller than "Old Dou," its hands on his shoulders, back paws on the night watchman's feet.

Almost instantly, "Old Dou's" eyes became dazed, tiptoeing forward shakily.

Li Yan squinted his eyes, following closely.

"She" is the earth, and "Ji" is the grain.

The Emperor of the Divine State often speaks of "Jiang Mountain She Ji," but the people care more about "She" and "Ji."

From the earliest worship of the "Earth God," Land God Temples now filled the land.

In the Capital, there's a Land God Temple near every main street.

The temples weren't large, about half a person's height, housing tributes to Earth Grandpa and Earth Grandma.

Residents of the Capital often paid tribute, incense burners piled high with ash.

Seeing the night watchman wobble to one, he stiffly bent down.

The "oil-stealing Mouse Spirit" on his shoulder suddenly inhaled sharply through its nose.

Wisps of blue smoke drifted from the Land God Temple, into its nostrils.

The Mouse Spirit's beady black eyes closed blissfully.

Then, Old Dou, still on tiptoe, moved towards the next Land God Temple.

Just as Li Yan was about to move forward, he suddenly noticed a Dragon Head Walking Stick emerging from the Land God Temple shrine, pointing at the Mouse Spirit's back.

Then, another hand with a Jade Pendant grabbed the Dragon Head Walking Stick back.

As Li Yan passed by, he sneaked a sidelong glance.

He saw the clay figures of Earth Grandpa and Earth Grandma suddenly swap places, back to back.

Li Yan chuckled internally but didn't stop, continuing to follow the oil-stealing Mouse Spirit.

Thus, he watched the Mouse Spirit steal incense from several Land God Temples.

Witnessing this, Li Yan pondered.

What was peculiar about this "oil-stealing Mouse Spirit" that allowed it to make the land gods suffer in silence?

It seemed to have absorbed plenty of incense, as the night watchman "Old Dou" suddenly stopped.

The Mouse Spirit leaped out, dashing towards the dark alleyway.

Li Yan, with a thought, followed the Mouse Spirit into the dark alley.

As he saw it slip through a wall crack, Li Yan gritted his teeth and charged forward, vanishing into the wall crack as well.

On the street, only "Old Dou" remained, his heels hitting the ground as he regained consciousness. Seeing the changed surroundings, he was instantly furious, "You little punk, messing with grandpa ain't it..."