The memories of all humanity are awakening, except for mine.

After learning the mysterious magic of the Ghost Face Talisman, Jiang Chuan felt a strong sense of justice welling up in his heart.

The grotesque plague roaming the streets and alleys of Qing City is ravaging innocent citizens, taking away their lives and peace.

In order to save Qing City, he decided to personally go to the places shrouded in plague and use the power of the Ghost Face Talisman to wipe out these evil forces one by one.

Meanwhile, Qing Yinyan, as the goddess of Qing City, had already seen through the city's predicament.

Upon learning of Jiang Chuan's planned operation, she decided without hesitation to fight alongside him.

Only by working together can this disaster be completely eradicated.

With the dream interpreter's spell failing, Qing City descended into unprecedented chaos.

The once peaceful city was now filled with fear and panic. People were spreading rumors that Qing City had been invaded by evil forces, and that the Ghost Face Plague was everywhere and that even the gods could not stop it.

Panic spread among the citizens, and many families moved away from Qing City to escape the plague, leaving the city deserted.

Amidst the chaos, Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan decided to take action.

Time is of the essence; we must find the source of the plague as soon as possible and eradicate it completely.

So they began searching for clues in the streets and alleys of Qing City to investigate the source of the plague.

"There are still no clues here. These ghost-faced plagues are really cunning and well hidden." Qing Yinyan frowned, his eyes fixed on the distance.

However, neither visual observation nor spiritual perception revealed any abnormal signs.

“Yes, isn’t this the place we sensed when we arrived?” Jiang Chuan also frowned, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt and confusion.

They had initially thought this place would be a haven for the plague, but reality greatly disappointed them.

"Could it be that we misjudged the situation?" Qing Yinyan asked.

Jiang Chuan shook his head, searching for clues in his memory: "No, our senses are right. Perhaps these ghost-faced plagues are not simple creatures. They may possess some special ability to hide their existence."

They stood at the entrance of a narrow alley, surrounded by dim lanterns hanging on the walls, their faint glow echoing the passage of time.

These lanterns swayed in the night, illuminating the deep shadows of the alley.

Countless secrets are hidden there, like unsolved riddles.

"So what should we do now?" Qing Yinyan's voice echoed in the alley.

Jiang Chuan pondered for a moment, his brows furrowed, but quickly relaxed. He raised his head and said with a firm gaze, "Let's walk and see."

They decided not to rush into the alley, but instead to slowly walk along the edge of the alley, observing the surrounding environment while using their divine sense to detect any unusual activity in the air.

Walking through the alleyways of Qing City, they noticed an eerie atmosphere in the air.

It was a mask-like creature, emanating from the Ghost Face Plague, now permeating the air in an invisible form.

These masked creatures drifted about like ghosts; they were silent and yet omnipresent.

Inhaling large amounts of the air from these creatures can cause poisoning.

Symptoms range from a mild cough to severe difficulty breathing.

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan carefully avoided the masked creatures, their steps light and cautious, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

In this alley shrouded in plague, every step felt like walking on thin ice; a slight misstep could plunge one into an unknown abyss.

“We must be careful. Although these masked creatures cannot attack us directly, their aura is enough to poison us,” Qing Yinyan said.

Just then, a large number of Qing City citizens appeared in front of them.

These citizens, with their necks twisted and faces bearing eerie smiles, were clearly possessed by the Ghost Face Plague and had lost their memories.

Their eyes were vacant, their movements mechanical, and every step they took made a mechanical turning sound, like puppets controlled by some force, which was very eerie.

"Let's rescue these citizens first." Qing Yinyan walked slowly towards the contaminated citizens.

Jiang Chuan followed closely behind, holding a special talisman in his hand, which he had prepared to deal with such emergencies.

He chanted a spell in a low voice, and the talisman flickered faintly in the air, ready to provide support to Qing Yinyan at any time.

Qing Yinyan walked up to a citizen, gently patted him on the shoulder, and tried to wake him up.

The citizens, however, remained completely still, like stone statues.

His eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his soul had been devoured by the plague, leaving only an empty shell.

She took a deep breath, then took out a silver needle from her bosom and accurately inserted it into the citizen's acupoints.

As the silver needle pierced through, the citizen's body suddenly trembled, and a current of electricity passed through his body.

Then his eyes began to regain their luster, and he gradually regained consciousness.

He looked around in confusion, trying to recall something. His fingers unconsciously touched his cheek, searching for that familiar feeling.

"You are the goddess of Qing City, please save me!" The citizen's voice was hoarse and trembling.

“We’re here to rescue you,” Qing Yinyan replied gently.

Just then, the citizen who was speaking suddenly began to tremble violently, and his eyes turned fierce and crazed.

The possessing plague of ghost faces is looking for an opportunity to regain control of the body.

The citizen's body began to contort, and a twisted smile appeared on his face.

Then he suddenly started tearing off faces in front of Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan, his actions impulsive and intense.

"what!"

The citizen let out a piercing scream, tearing at his own face with both hands, and blood immediately stained the ground red.

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan were shocked. They never expected that the plague's possession would be so ferocious, capable of controlling a person to commit such cruel acts.

"Make your move." Qing Yinyan gave Jiang Chuan a wink.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan made a hand seal with one hand while placing the other hand on Qing Yinyan's shoulder, conveying a stabilizing force.

His fingers moved rapidly through the air, each mark a spell etched into the void.

Jiang Chuan began to draw in the air in front of him with his hands forming a hand seal, and a ghost-face talisman gradually took shape.

The outline of the talisman gradually became clear, and the features of the ghost face were so lifelike that they seemed to leap out of the paper.

As the talisman emitted golden light, a powerful spiritual force spread through the air, forming an invisible barrier.

The citizen who had made the bizarre move gradually calmed down under the golden light of the ghost-faced talisman.

His body no longer twisted, and his movements became sluggish.

The citizens stared blankly at the talisman, a hint of confusion in their eyes.

He seemed to realize his abnormal behavior, but the power of the plague was still raging within him.

The citizen's steps began to falter as he walked toward the ghost-faced talisman, drawn by its golden light.

His eyes were filled with contradictions: on the one hand, fear of the unknown, and on the other hand, a desire to live.

He approached the talisman, reached out, and touched the mysterious light. Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan watched this scene with bated breath.

Just as the citizen's finger was about to touch the talisman, Jiang Chuan suddenly increased the injection of spiritual power, making the golden light of the ghost-faced talisman even more dazzling, and a powerful suction force firmly attracted the citizen's body.

The citizen's body trembled in the golden light, his eyes gradually regained their clarity, and the power of the plague was suppressed by the talisman and expelled from his body by an invisible force.

"Get out of my body!" The citizen clutched his head, and a black mask slowly emerged from the top of his head, as if it had been forced out by the purification of the talisman.

The mask tumbled in the air, emitting a low growl, struggling to stay aloft from its host.

Once the Ghost Face Plague was completely expelled from the citizens' bodies, it gave Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan the middle finger, mocking their incompetence.

This scene made Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan smile.

Jiang Chuan swiftly raised his hand and reached out to grab the ghostly plague floating in mid-air.

His actions were decisive; he was determined to completely eliminate this evil force.

Jiang Chuan crushed the Ghost Face Plague's body, but it didn't dissipate. Instead, it slowly recovered after turning into black dots.

Jiang Chuan crushed the Ghost Face Plague three times with the same action.

Each time it was like squeezing a small insect, but the Ghost Face Plague was like a stubborn weed, impossible to eradicate completely no matter what.

Qing Yinyan was taken aback when she saw Jiang Chuan's gaze, but she herself was alright. She had read in books that the Ghost Face Plague had no physical form; it was like gas, ethereal and elusive.

"What you're doing is pointless," Qing Yinyan reminded Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan withdrew his hand and took a deep breath.

Faced with such an enemy, brute force alone is insufficient; wisdom and strategy are required.

"We need to find its weaknesses."

"According to ancient records, the source of the Ghost Face Plague was a special toxin."

"This toxin can erode a person's soul, causing them to lose their mind and even become its puppet."

"We need to find the source of this toxin in order to solve the problem at its root."

Qing Yinyan said, his fingers lightly tracing a complex pattern in the air.

Jiang Chuan nodded, but the Ghost Face Plague kept provoking him from the side, and he couldn't do anything about it, which made him very irritable.

Jiang Chuan opened his mouth wide and swallowed the smug-looking Plague with one breath.

This action greatly surprised Qing Yinyan, who immediately exclaimed, "Are you crazy?"

"It's alright, I know what I'm doing," Jiang Chuan replied.

After the Ghost Face Plague entered Jiang Chuan's body, it was sealed off by the cage formed by his dantian.

Jiang Chuan's dantian power acted like invisible chains, tightly binding the plague within, preventing it from escaping.

Then, using the power of his dantian, he sensed that the source of the recent ghost face plague was in the southwest, where there was a garden.

"We must get there as soon as possible."

“I felt that the clues we were looking for were there.”

As soon as Jiang Chuan finished speaking, Qing Yinyan nodded.

When I reached the garden, I found it utterly desolate. The flowers and plants had withered and turned yellow due to the plague, and the once vibrant greenery had been replaced by a deathly stillness.

A nauseating odor permeated the air—the stench of plague—making people instinctively want to stay away.

Jiang Chuan walked ahead with powerful strides, using the subtle connection between the Ghost Face Plague within his body and its source to sense the direction of that evil force.

He walked to a fountain, which no longer sprayed water, but instead spewed out a red liquid, like blood, which was chilling.

Jiang Chuan stopped and carefully observed the fountain.

Its shape is simple and ancient, and it is carved with exquisite patterns, but now it looks strangely eerie.

He sniffed the air and knew that the red liquid was not blood, but some kind of chemical mixture with plague toxins, emitting a pungent odor.

"This is it." Jiang Chuan pointed to the fountain.

He walked to the fountain and carefully examined the bottom of it, where there was a hidden mechanism.

Qing Yinyan followed closely behind, observing the surrounding environment and noticing that the paving stones around the fountain were somewhat loose, as if they were hiding some secret.

Jiang Chuan crouched down and carefully touched the floor tiles.

His fingers slid lightly across the rough stone bricks, searching for any hidden mechanisms.

Suddenly, a slight clicking sound rang out, the sound of some kind of mechanical device being triggered.

Jiang Chuan held his breath, waiting for the next moment.

As the clicking sound continued, the floor tiles slowly began to move away, revealing a hidden compartment.

Inside the dark compartment, the four large characters stood out prominently in the dim light.

Welcome home.

These four characters appear to have been carved from some special material, and even with the erosion of time, the characters remain clearly visible.

Jiang Chuan, puzzled, released the Ghost Face Plague that had been sealed within his body; his actions were decisive.

At Jiang Chuan's summons, the Ghost Face Plague slowly rose from his body, transforming into a blurry black figure.

“Serves you right for being so cheeky. Now we’ve found your true colors,” Jiang Chuan said.

His finger pointed firmly to the mysterious hidden compartment in front of him.

The Ghost Face Plague was surprised by Jiang Chuan's words. It slowly approached the dark compartment. Its black figure appeared mysterious in the dim light, like a ghost awakening from the darkness.

Its eyes swept across the dark compartment, revealing a glint of green light.

It stretched out a hand and gently touched the edge of the hidden compartment. As its fingers touched the contents of the compartment, a chill suddenly spread from its fingertips throughout its body.

The expression of the Ghost Face Plague began to turn eerie; its eyes narrowed slightly as it sensed some powerful force.

A brute force surged from the hidden compartment, growing stronger through its body.

This force, like a tidal wave, enveloped the Ghost Face Plague, its form twisting within the power as it underwent a painful transformation.

"What good will it do to know?" Ghostface Plague's voice was deep.

Seeing this, Qing Yinyan glanced at the hidden compartment and knew that the Ghost Face Plague was using the power of the source to strengthen itself. It was a primal power originating from the core of the plague, powerful enough to change everything.

"Jiang Chuan, be careful!" Qing Yinyan shouted a warning.

“We have to stop it,” Jiang Chuan said.

“I’ll distract it, and you can use that opportunity to find a way to control it,” Qing Yinyan said, moving closer to the Ghost Face Plague. (End of Chapter)