"It should be here…"

 

After walking for more than twenty minutes, Chronicle looked around with a map in his hand, but he didn't see any trace of ghosts.

 

"I didn't go the wrong way, did I…"

 

Chronicle muttered, furrowing his brows.

 

He didn't have the "directionally challenged" attribute, and he had specifically studied how to read maps, so he should have found the right place.

 

The fact that he couldn't see any ghosts at the moment meant that either there were no ghost nests here at all, or he hadn't mastered the means to glimpse the ghost nests.

 

Thinking this, he couldn't help but take out his phone and send a message to Su Wen: "Teacher Su, I have arrived at the location marked on the map, but there are no ghost nests here at all."

 

"You came too early."

 

Su Wen quickly replied, "The so-called ghost nests are small cracks in the world. They are related to secret realms."

 

"But due to insufficient energy, they cannot be maintained for a long time. They can only be temporarily mapped onto reality by relying on changes in the magnetic field."

 

"And as a well-known place in the underworld, the small cracks in our Land of Peach usually only appear between ten o'clock at night and the early hours of the morning."

 

"It's really eerie."

 

Chronicle couldn't help but comment, raising his wrist to check the time. "Still have to wait for another hour."

 

After saying that, he quickly tapped on the phone's keypad and replied, "I understand, teacher. Thank you for explaining."

 

Then he found a mound nearby, sat cross-legged, and used the bright moonlight to meditate and accumulate spiritual power.

 

Seven Brothers stood guard beside him, with a gentle smile on his face.

 

After a while, Eight Brothers felt a bit bored. He shrugged his shoulders, raised his fists, and punched towards the moon, creating a gust of wind.

 

Ying Tai picked a few dogtail grass from somewhere and danced her nimble hands, quickly weaving a vivid little rabbit.

 

"Ha…"

 

A sweet smile appeared on her face, looking very satisfied.

 

But before she could play with it for a while, she placed the grass-woven rabbit on a nearby stone, flashed her figure, retreated a hundred meters, and then drew her bow and nocked an arrow.

 

With a "siu" sound, the arrow, accompanied by a strong bloody light, shot straight ahead with moderate force and precise control, piercing through the head of the little rabbit without harming any other part of its body.

 

Seeing this, she couldn't help but raise her fist.

 

Seven Brothers also gave her a thumbs-up when he saw this, showing a gentle smile on his face, as if coaxing a child.

 

And so, time passed without them realizing how long it had been.

 

Chronicle's nose twitched, catching a faint smell of blood.

 

The surrounding air also became cold and sticky at this moment.

 

He subconsciously opened his eyes and found himself in a scene similar to an ancient county government office.

 

It resembled the tourist attractions he had visited before he crossed over, but it was more spacious.

 

However, it looked extremely dilapidated, with walls covered in patches, and beams, desks, and tables covered in spider webs.

 

Most importantly, the old master sitting in the hall and the bailiffs standing on both sides all had pale faces, powdered faces, and lips as red as blood, with eerie smiles on their faces, twisted to their ears.

 

"What the f*ck, did Arkham Asylum explode? Where did all these clowns come from?"

 

Chronicle couldn't help but curse.

 

Although he still had the leisure to make jokes, to be honest, seeing this group of things in this eerie place in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but feel a bit scared.

 

Fortunately, he had Seven Brothers, Eight Brothers, and Ying Tai with him, so he wasn't too afraid.

 

"Who is down there?!"

 

Unexpectedly, the county master sitting behind the desk suddenly slammed the gavel.

 

But before his angry expression could last for two seconds, it turned back into an exaggerated smile.

 

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Its laughter was sharp and piercing.

 

The fat that couldn't be hidden by the oversized official robe trembled with the sound, and the unknown beast painted on it showed its teeth and claws, with its eyes wandering, also wearing an extremely eerie smile.

 

The bailiffs on both sides also started banging their water and fire sticks at this moment, shouting "mighty." But similarly, halfway through the words, they began to laugh madly, making people uneasy.

 

"You guys are sick, aren't you?"

 

Chronicle patted his chest, feeling his heart rhythm being disturbed by the noise.

 

Seeing this scene, Eight Brothers, who had his arms crossed, became even more furious.

 

Looking left and right, he snatched the water and fire stick from one of the bailiffs, stomped on the ground with one foot, and flew out like an arrow leaving the bow, shattering the ancient blood-stained stone slabs as if they were nothing. His whole body moved like a blur.

 

Even with Chronicle's eyesight, he could only catch a glimpse of the afterimages.

 

By the time he could see Eight Brothers clearly, he had already raised the water and fire stick high and smashed it down on the ugly county master's head.

 

The force was so great that when the stick was swung, it almost bent into a semicircle, carrying a whistling sound, overflowing with Yin energy and fluctuating spiritual power. There were no fancy moves, just pure brute force.

 

Only one strike, and it twisted and deformed the county master's head.

 

With a "bang" sound, the county master's figure dissipated, but the chair that was not even half the size of its butt was smashed to pieces by Eight Brothers.

 

Along with the wall behind it, it was lifted by the wave of Yin energy and spiritual power, revealing an ancient, dilapidated, and pitch-black courtyard.

 

Countless shadows flashed out at this moment, surrounding Chronicle and the three Card Masters in a ghostly formation.

 

Seeing this, Ying Tai stepped forward and stood in front of Chronicle, swinging her Scholar Sword in her palm. It flashed like lightning, and with just one move, she knocked down a large number of enemies.

 

As an "archer," her arm strength was incredibly strong.

 

With the support of this terrifying force, her already superb swordsmanship skills were multiplied by dozens or even hundreds of times.

 

She thrust left and slashed right, lifted up and flipped down.

 

Although her body was slender, her attacking methods were extremely fierce.

 

"Seven Brothers."

 

As Chronicle called out, Seven Brothers nodded slightly.

 

After spending a long time together, the two of them had developed an extraordinary level of tacit understanding.

 

With just one shout, without needing any feedback from the sea of consciousness, Seven Brothers could understand what his Card Master meant.

 

So he tightly gripped his Mourning Staff and lightly tapped the ground.

 

The Yin energy gathered close to the ground, surging like a tide. In the blink of an eye, it corroded the stone slab floor of the county government into a quagmire.

 

The figures of the bailiffs, who were approaching with their eerie smiles, suddenly stopped in their tracks, unable to move an inch.At this moment, Lord Eight turned back abruptly, exerting his strength to fling off the Soul Hook Chain that was wrapped around his forearm.

 

Like a black dragon taking flight from its nest, the cold, gleaming chain pierced through all the sneering yamen runners in the hall in no time.

 

Then, with Lord Eight clenching his fist and pressing his elbow, he quickly retracted it.

 

The yamen runners moved accordingly, but as soon as they got to Lord Eight's side, they were hit with a swift and ruthless punch to the nose.

 

Their ugly heads spun around on their necks.

 

Now, they could no longer laugh.

 

However, according to the law of conservation of smiles, smiles do not disappear, they simply move from one set of faces to another.

 

"I was wondering why they stopped laughing, turns out the smiles have moved to my face."

 

"One, two, three… fourteen, fifteen. That's too many."

 

Chronicle said with a laugh, quickly pulling out a thick stack of blank cards from his pocket.

 

With a pull of his mental power, he collected all the fallen yamen runners in the hall into the cards.

 

Words then appeared at the top of the card…

 

It read "Black-eyed Sneering Yamen Runner".

 

(End of Chapter)