Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 813 72: The Imperial Seal of Transmission

Hezhou.

The wind tonight carried a hint of chill. After midnight, a figure suddenly appeared on the deserted street, as if emerging from the ground, and made its way to the Chenghuang Temple at the southern part of the city.

"Lu."

The shadow bowed slightly towards the statue of the military officer beneath the Chenghuang Temple. Then, a flash of spiritual light passed over the statue, and a rather valiant-looking man walked out from it. He held an iron whip, identical to the weapon the statue held. After his figure appeared, two attendant-like figures dressed in patrol uniforms emerged from the clay statues on either side of the city god's seat.

"Song."

Lu Jun cupped his hands towards the Daoist-clad man in front of him. His tomb was not very large, just an in-and-out place, so he did not invite him into the underworld dwelling beneath the Chenghuang Temple.

The man with the surname Song was a Daoist in his lifetime. After his death, he accidentally cultivated the Ghost Dao, avoiding reincarnation. He originally practiced on a mountain several dozens of miles away, hoping that one day he could cultivate into a Ghost Immortal and perhaps enjoy freedom.

Unexpectedly, the difficulty of the Ghost Dao exceeded his imagination. By chance, he encountered Lu Jun capturing a fierce ghost and lent a helping hand.

The two became acquainted in such a manner. Daoist Song deliberately formed a good relationship, hoping to enter the system.

If he could secure a job within the Chenghuang hierarchy, it would be far better than being a rootless wandering ghost.

"Let's go."

Lu Jun glanced at the Chenghuang statue, gestured with cupped hands, and then walked towards the outside of the temple.

The bright moon hung high.

As the group walked out, they heard murmurings from next door. Lu Jun turned his head to look and laughed, cursing, "That fool is drunk again."

He was referring to the temple's attendant, who was his servant in life.

The four of them swaggered along the long street, with Lu Jun leading, iron whip in hand, followed closely by Daoist Song carrying a wooden sword. Behind them were two attendant-looking yin deities, one holding a soul-reaping rope and the other a wooden ghost yoke.

Patrols needed to be done regularly, of course.

Yin deities within the Chenghuang system had restricted areas of activity and could not easily leave. However, Lu Jun had gained some fame recently. The people considered him effective, and with additional incense and sacrifices, his area of activity gradually expanded from that of a county to a province.

He was a local hero during his lifetime, with quite a reputation. After his death, as a patrolling military officer, he was diligent, inspecting the county town every day, and then taking two attendants to stroll through nearby abandoned burial sites.

This act was not to subdue ghosts and monsters, but to deter petty evildoers.

"Lu."

"I heard there is a rather fierce Water Ghost upstream of the West River. Why don't we get rid of it to earn some merits?"

Daoist Song, eager to secure a position in the system, was visibly eager.

The province and county were quite peaceful now. Ever since the establishment of the Chenghuang system, the once-haunted houses in the county had become scarce.

But without merit, how could he secure a position?

If Lu Jun rises to the position of Night Patrol God, it would be perfect for Song to take over as the patrolling military officer of the county.

Within the Chenghuang system, local city gods acted like the county magistrates of the underworld. Below them were chief officers, patrol officers, and others responsible for capturing wandering spirits. If their cultivation was profound, dealing with ordinary spirit monsters was not an issue. Outside the city god, Night and Day Patrol Gods were established, shared in local sacrifices, and were specially responsible for dealing with ferocious evil ghosts. Only those deceased with cultivation and martial skills could assume the position.

Since the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, the number of wrongfully dead was countless. Day and night patrols only dealt with elite monsters, and above them were other divine ranks.

Lu Jun smiled faintly at these words, glanced at Daoist Song beside him, and after a moment of reflection, said, "Very well."

"Let us take a journey."

Just then, a watchman's figure appeared ahead. Mortals could not see ghosts and gods, so they did not mind.

"It seems there's a fight over there."

Daoist Song, possessing some cultivation, glanced at the distance and said, "Looks like Jianghu people."

The separation of yin and yang.

Whether it was Jianghu fights or petty bandits, they, as the underworld's patrolling military officers, did not bother. Their duty was to seize ghost souls. Occasionally, if there were small spirit monsters causing trouble, they might intervene, but as long as they did not harm humans, they mostly turned a blind eye.

In this world, there weren't many mountain spirits and ghost monsters. Those dare enter the human realm usually had substantial cultivation.

"Eh?"

Just as they were about to leave, Lu Jun suddenly stopped, his expression gradually turning serious, "There seems to be experts dueling."

The commotion was quite significant.

He clenched the steel whip in his hand and rushed towards the source of the dull sound, passing through walls directly. Being a Spirit Body, unless they used mana to manifest, even Jianghu masters could not see them. However, those who had studied magical arts had several methods to detect their whereabouts.

"Hand over the item!"

A hoarse voice sounded, with the cold wind blowing. A figure darted out of the woods, neither human nor ghost, with disheveled hair, surrounded by demonic energy. His five fingers were like claws, resembling the ghost hand of Yama, directly grasping at the fleeing group. Among them, one person stayed behind to hold off the attacker, yet after a few strikes, his skull was crushed, and his brains splattered out.

Lu Jun's face tightened, secretly thinking, "A person of the Demonic Sect?"

"No!"

"Why does it seem similar to the martial arts of the Western Regions?"

The person's martial arts were exceptionally high, surpassing even his abilities when he was alive.

As for the fleeing group, their accent sounded somewhat like Han people from the Northern Land. One of the men flung a package to a man with a talisman on his foot, shouting angrily, "Third Brother, go quickly, head for the Xing Prince's Mansion!"