As night fell, the temperature was a little cooler.

Zhang Jiao walked blankly on the streets where people were coming and going, crossing with countless people, moving aimlessly.

When he came to his senses, what caught his eye were tall buildings rising up next to him, and billboards flashing with traffic lights filled the entire street.

He didn't know when he had already walked into the city. At this time, there was a lot of noise around him, and there was a bustling crowd in the entire street. The sound of the crowd talking and clamoring was not much better than the vehicles honking the horn on the street.

Zhang Jiao looked at the people coming and going in front of him, and in an instant he felt like he was returning to the 1980s.

Most men on the street have big backs or plane heads, while women have big waves, wearing small suits with high-shoulder bell-bottom trousers, and the earrings on their ears are bigger than the other.

He shook his head and rubbed his eyebrows lightly, his expression gloomy and unstable.

He remembered everything that had happened before clearly. His sudden changes, all kinds of strange abilities he had subconsciously used, and even the comfort of absorbing the anger from the three young and dandy boys. Everything was so real.

Zhang Jiao raised his left hand and raised it in front of him, looking around, it was pale and cold, and the light blue blood vessels were clearly visible under the skin, as if they could be squeezed through with force, and it looked unthreatening, like a little girl's hand.

Is this just really the case?

He stretched out his left hand and looked at the barbecue stall across the road.

The barbecue stall opposite was full of guests, and a group of shirtless young and gangsters with large tattoos were surrounded by large numbers of young and dandy boys. At this moment, they were shouting and making noise around a man with big heads and big ears wearing big gold chains.

The pedestrians passing by did not dare to move forward, so they could only walk around them in a long circle. From time to time, there were a few pedestrians carrying wine bottles and stomping at the surrounding pedestrians.

“It’s really annoying.”

Zhang Jiao's expression was cold, and the aura that was wandering in his heart made him think of destroying everything.

He held his five fingers in scrupulously, and slowly clamped as if he was holding on to something.

The man with a big gold chain in the crowd opposite was eating roasted wings. Suddenly his eyes turned up, his face turned red and purple, and his hands were randomly grasping his neck.

"Damn, what's wrong with you, brother?"

"What's the situation? Someone plotted against my elder brother? Boss, are you fucking poisoning my elder brother?"

"Idiot, is my brother stuck in the chicken bones? Didn't you see him choking? Come and get water."

"No! I remember getting stuck and wanting to drink jealous."

"Then get vinegar."

The little brothers around him suddenly panicked and made suggestions.

Zhang Jiao looked at the accident here from afar, raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his palms slowly increased their strength, as if they were watching a good show, and felt indescribable comfort in his heart.

Go and die!

However, before he could fully implement it, the Fang Tian order that disappeared in his eyebrows suddenly appeared, turning into countless talismans intertwined with gold and red, instantly traveling all over his body, making him awake from this twisted hideousness.

Zhang Jiao subconsciously let go of his hand, looking at the more cold palms, and felt scared.

He was not afraid of killing the other party, but was afraid that he would be really deviled.

He could feel that his personality and thoughts had begun to change, as if something had revived and reborn in his body.

"Is this a symbiosis with ghosts by borrowing the power of ghosts?"

Zhang Jiao recalled the only sentence in Fang Tian’s imperial decree and his face became paler.

He doesn't see too many low-profile plots in various game and animation online articles.

"But there should be no way."

Zhang Jiao silently took out a page of newspapers that had only half of the tear off from his pocket, and read the tasks on it again.

"Since I can bring myself here quietly, then there should be rewards if I complete the above tasks!"

He licked his cold lips, which were not even blood-colored, and walked towards the nearest newsstand.

At least you have to know how long it will take before the Zhongyuan Festival in the first mission and how much time you have!

......

"No. 47 Rufang West Street, that's here."

Zhang Jiao looked up at the street sign that was almost unmistakable, compared the address of the tabloid in his hand, and walked straight into the alley next to him.

The alleys are black and the ground is bumpy, garbage and feces are everywhere. This layer of dark sewage is accumulated on many uneven grounds, and a rotten egg mixed with the rotten smell of salted fish fills the room.

"Meow!!"

As soon as he entered the alley, a skinny and obviously malnourished black cat suddenly screamed, and rushed out of his feet without looking back.

Zhang Jiao glanced at him, stopped in the air, stepped heavily in the sewage, splashing a large turbid splash, and then walked straight forward.

Today is the 17th day of the lunar calendar, and it is less than a month since the Zhongyuan Festival on July 15th.

During this half month, Zhang Jiao did not find any news about the appearance of the ghost city Fengdu. This seemingly simple task still did not make any progress, but his own situation was getting worse day by day.

Dislike the sun and the sun, like a dead and cold environment, the body gradually becomes cold, and the heart beats slowly with body temperature. Every day after waking up from a nightmare, he looks at himself in the mirror and finds that he is less and less like a living person.

"I shouldn't be considered a living person anymore." He mocked himself in his heart, then walked to an apartment with mottled walls that looked like there were some thoughts, and looked up at the middle of the door with fortune telling, character-calling, exorcising evil spirits, and fortune-telling peach cards hanging in the middle of the door.

"I hope I can get something today."

During the first two days of the past half month, Zhang Jiao tried every means to find information about the appearance of the ghost city Fengdu, but all the inquiries were fruitless.

But then I thought about it and participated in the Fengdu Masters Association in Mission 2, which proves that there are people from the same world as me. If that is the case, you might as well find them directly. At that time, whether you are secretly stalking or making it clear, it is better than being like a headless fly like yourself.

So, he began to collect a lot of information about experts in this area.

After searching, I realized how unreliable this method is.

This place is not without masters, but there are too many so-called "masters".

Although Kowloon Bay is called Bay, it actually has more than 1,200 square kilometers. There are nearly 2,000 masters of metaphysics who have registered here, and there are countless unknown country saints and witches.

Here, the whole nation believes in metaphysics. Whether it is from marriage or funerals to small teeth and shaving, most people will find a good day for zodiac signs. Those who have some money will find "experts" to calculate. The leaders of the Bayside will find well-known masters to give this year a divination on the first day of the New Year every year, so that in this place, the Buddha, Taoism, witchcraft, shamans surrender to each other, and dragons and snakes are mixed.

In the past ten days, Zhang Jiao has found dozens of "experts" with reputation in the world, but he has not found any of them with real skills.

The person I am looking for now has just found a "master" and just took a look. There are really too many "masters" I have seen in the past few days.

He gently pushed open the peach card in front of the door. When Zhang Jiao's hand just knocked on the dim vermilion door, a peach wood sword as big as a door appeared out of thin air and slashed towards him.

The peach wood sword was surrounded by luster and was radiant and radiant, making him feel unstoppable.

Zhang Jiao instinctively activated the power in his body, and his eyebrows were flashing, and the yin energy in his facial features filled his body, and it flashed to the edge of the corner of the alley like a ghost, staring at the front.

There,
Chapter completed!