Twilight Boundary

"What is this?"

Great Incense Master Zheng was suddenly taken aback, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.

For a moment, he even thought that he had somehow summoned the green-clothed evil ghost, a Great Evil Spirit far beyond his limits, and thus his Spell had undergone some unknown change.

Yet at that very moment, the evil ghost mask resting on the sedan chair suddenly emitted an imperceptible yin qi, vaguely transforming into the image of an evil ghost clad in a green robe with a blue face and sharp fangs. It saw the figure in soap clothes wielding the chain approaching it and was both shocked and frightened, "Who are you to dare to seize me?"

"..."

But those in soap clothes completely ignored it, or perhaps they felt too disdainful to respond. In mid-air, the iron chain JANGLED, winding straight toward the neck of the green-clothed evil ghost.

Old Master Qingyi, naturally unwilling to be taken away like this, stirred his green robe and unleashed a breath of yin qi forward fiercely.

The air echoed with the CLASH of weapons. Countless pieces of green robes, swords, and blades shattered and fell down.

A piece of the chain dropped next to Great Incense Master Zheng. As he picked it up and took a look, he was utterly dumbfounded.

There wasn't any golden chain or majestic soap clothes; it turned out to be just a withered vine.

Merely an ordinary vine, without a hint of Mana or yin qi, as if hastily plucked from the woods and woven carelessly together.

Who used such a thing to try to seize Old Master Qingyi?

Startled, he disregarded everything else, looked up, and saw that Old Master Qingyi was more than just unrestrained. He was brimming with ghost qi and furious, with the rolling ghost qi surging skyward, charging toward the source of the soap clothes.

He was the green-clothed evil ghost. These days, constrained by the orders of some esteemed person, he had been begrudgingly used by a minor Ghost Walker like Zheng Zhi'en, already full of discontent. And now, someone was using such an aggressive dharma method to bind him. How could his heart not be filled with rage?

Perhaps, besides anger, there was a trace of barely perceptible fear.

After all, since attaining his cultivation and even before that, he had always been revered and treated with respect by people and had never encountered such an overbearing, tyrannical Magic Altar.

In his fury, he unleashed his Mana, determined not only to tear apart the soap clothes trying to capture him but also to trace back to the source, find the person casting the spell behind the scenes, and devour that person's flesh and blood in one breath...

...

And at present, Hu Ma sat behind the fire basin, only feeling a rush of yin qi coming toward him.

The fire basin was already extraordinary, burning intensely, yet it was nearly extinguished in an instant, blown towards him.

Catching it out of the corner of his eye, his heart sharply contracted.

The three incense were burning rapidly, with the one in the middle slightly longer as the two sides quickly shortened.

Two short and one long, an extremely ominous sign!

"HEH HEH..."

But at that moment, his vision blurred. He saw an old tree stump appearing within the rice character circle, with a figure on the stump quietly gazing in the direction the yin qi was blowing towards him.

With just that one glance, the yin qi-laden atmosphere suddenly turned silent.

"That is..."

Old Master Qingyi roared in anger, having dispelled the soap clothes, and wanted to see the source of the spell binding him.

He believed he could see because there was almost nothing that could obstruct him. As his gaze quickly advanced, piercing through the soap clothes, he saw a distant scene of tall houses and large tiles.

He looked inside, penetrating to the depth where someone was seated behind a desk casting the spell on him.

But at that moment, he suddenly saw a vast mountain.

The mountain appeared abruptly and unbidden before his eyes, completely blocking his gaze.

The yin qi he exhaled smashed against the mountain and then rebounded instantly.

The green-clothed evil ghost sensed something amiss, rapidly withdrawing its Mana, and prepared to flee. At that moment, he even considered forgetting the orders of the esteemed person, simply wanting to escape immediately, getting as far away from these events as possible, finding a place where no one could find him...

...Yes, Old Yin Mountain. The safest haven was Old Yin Mountain.

But it was merely a thought. As soon as he thought this, the swirling yin wind swept onto his body, and the soap clothes that had come to capture him arrived once more.

Moreover, each of them became extremely clear, as if imposing mountains, wielding their swords and blades, which fell and severed his limbs instantly.

The chain tossed forward and wound around his neck, dragging him away as if leashing a pig or dog!

...

"It's done?"

At the edge of Old Yin Mountain, Hu Ma suddenly sensed something being dragged in front of him and opened his eyes wide.

On the wild hill, Great Incense Master Zheng stood up, still full of shock and doubts, unclear about what he was now witnessing.

Vaguely, it seemed his former Ghost Walker Master had told him of similar occurrences, but he realized a mishap had occurred, a significant mishap.

Quick to react, he suddenly speculated that perhaps someone had intervened.

And this person who had acted, could it be that esteemed individual...

At that thought, he looked up sharply at the seven or eight yellow banners fluttering behind him.

Each banner pointed to a different place, except for one that was broken, the broken one being...

"Green Stone Town?"

Startled, his heart filled with indescribable terror, he immediately wanted to notify that esteemed individual.

However, at that moment, he suddenly heard a shattering sound above and saw all the yellow banners breaking simultaneously, torn into strips by the yin wind, drifting away to parts unknown.

As he rushed under the wooden frame, he suddenly saw another self sitting there, looking utterly shocked after taking only two steps.

"I..."

He raised his hand abruptly, looking at his palm. It was an illusion, not solid, and he finally comprehended he had been forcibly removed from his body.

The user of the arrest order was too tyrannical. They not only took the green-clothed evil ghost but also dragged him out...

Words of despair couldn't escape his lips before he floated away in the gust of yin wind, pulled away.

...

...

"This... where did all these powerful practitioners come from..."

In the region surrounding Green Stone Town, chaos erupted with the Manor established by the Red Lantern Lady's Club at its center.

In these few days, many Ghost Walkers had received the signal and rushed over to help with expelling evil. They assumed that with so many people assisting, the problem would be resolved. Yet, unexpectedly, the situation escalated drastically, and the danger increased exponentially.

Evil spirits were harming people everywhere, accompanied by eerie green-clothed children causing havoc and killing everywhere.

They were adept at expelling and dispelling evil, but not necessarily skilled at fighting humans.

Many Ghost Walkers had never fought a human in their lives. Moreover, some dealt more with evil spirits in their everyday lives and did not understand the nourishing method. They also lacked enough Blood Food to sustain themselves. Consequently, their bodies were frailer than even ordinary people.

They struggled, relying on their experience and skills to confront the evil spirits. But how could they withstand the murderous green-clothed children wreaking havoc everywhere?

Why, now that the root of the calamity had already been sealed, were the disturbances even more severe?

Why, without any grievance or reason, did these monstrous green-clothed children immediately want to devour people?

Were they human or ghost?

A sense of despair weighed heavily over everyone's heads; the sky dimmed as if it were midnight. In the eyes of the Ghost Walkers, there were panicking and fleeing civilians and flickering ghostly apparitions everywhere, accompanied by cries and pleas for help.

Amid the chaos, a sense of helplessness and confusion also grew within them. If Ghost Walkers walked along the Yin-Yang Boundary, what was this now?

Their Magic's foundation was this boundary, the most fundamental rule of all.

But now, this boundary had suddenly been erased by someone, and the rules they had followed for a lifetime were deemed worthless.

"Fight, fight, fight!"

There were elders who had spent a lifetime learning the dharma method, only to find it utterly useless now. They drew their staves, hitting the shadows of disturbances fiercely. They understood, of course, that this couldn't defeat the evil spirits, but it was their last resort.

Someone muttered curses, blood streaming from their eyes and ears.

He only wished to drive away the ghost that was entrancing a large group of people, making them jump into the pond, even if it cost him half his life.

But just as he was about to succeed, someone kicked over his Array. Upon blinking, he saw the sinister smile of the green-clothed child.

There were robust laborers in the village who couldn't stand the murderous green-clothed children. Summoning all the courage of a lifetime, they picked up hoes and forks and charged at the green-clothed child.

They used all the strength they had mustered in their lifetime, thrusting their tools at the chest of the green-clothed child, only to find the creature unmoving. It lifted its head to blink and mock them with a grotesque smile.

"Don't split up, use a large net..."

Among the crowd echoed the hoarse voices of people like Zhou Datong, sounding as if their throats were filled with blood, "Once you split up, you'll die..."

They drove a donkey cart, chasing those green-clothed children, who toyed with them mockingly. When they finally caught up with one, Zhou Datong screamed with all his might, casting a net soaked in child urine over the target's head.

But the target merely revealed a ghastly smile, tearing the net apart with a swift pull and turning to them with a grim gaze.

The Manor's workers also fell into despair. Who could possibly have a solution for this thing?

Despair pressed on their hearts; an old man, in agony, cursed at the dim sky, "What kind of f*cking practitioners dare to cause such an uproar! Is there truly..."

"Is there truly no one who can deal with you?"

"..."

Such cries were, of course, futile, as cries always are in moments of powerlessness.

But it was the last defiance remaining in a person's heart.

Then, just as the cry rang out, a whirlwind suddenly rose in the air, faintly carrying a voice,

"My word is command, my command is law!"

"Humans, close your eyes! Yin and yang, return to their positions!"