Demon-killing Enlightenment

Mu Yang nodded. Aunt Liu was right. Strength is the bottom line.

After a short rest, looking at the map on the wall and determining the route, Mu Yang carried Yang Jiao on his back and prepared to set off.

After leaving Liu Mansion, Mu Yang finally took a good look at the appearance of Yanchi City.

This is a very large city, many times larger than Yangcheng, with crisscrossing streets and rows of buildings.

Even though it is desolate now, you can still vaguely see its former glory.

Mu Yang remembered that before he ran into Liu Mansion at night, he ran a very long distance, but now it seems that this distance is still less than one tenth of Yan Chicheng.

Mu Yang couldn't help but feel a chill on his back. How big could the ghost tide be that could leave no one alive in Yanchi City overnight? Mu Yang was now struggling to deal with the ghost tide led by a vengeful spirit.

Mu Yang watched as he walked north.

This deserted city is too depressing. It doesn't feel like the openness of the wilderness, but it feels like death. Thousands of people once lived here, but now it is just broken walls and overgrown with weeds. There are obvious traces of people's lives, but there is no living person. A strange feeling arises spontaneously.

Mu Yang unknowingly quickened his pace.

Finally, as dusk approached, Mu Yang walked out of Yanchi City, walking forward without looking back.

Because Aunt Liu told me that there is nothing to reminisce about, and that what is gone should be gone. Now is the time to be on the run, not the time to be sentimental.

Mu Yang was still dusty and exhausted, trudging along.

In this way, Mu Yang walked for another ten days, and in the evening he took a short rest beside a lake deep in the forest.

Every night, Mu Yang would move quickly. Firstly, walking was more efficient at night, and secondly, he could quickly pass by wandering ghosts if he encountered any, after all, it was troublesome to deal with them.

Therefore, Mu Yang would take a short rest before moving quickly.

After drinking some lake water and eating some wild vegetables, Mu Yang looked at the lake in a daze.

He felt that the Nanli Dynasty was too big. It took him a month to walk from Yangcheng to Yanchicheng. He had walked for more than ten days since leaving Yanchicheng and had not seen a single person. He didn't know how long it would take to walk to the Near South Pass, which seemed very close on the map.

Lao Gui and Aunt Liu had no memory of this distance, they just knew that there was a big city near Nanguan.

After being dazed for a while, Mu Yang stood up and continued to move forward with Yang Jiao on his back.

By this time, it was already dark.

After releasing the old ghost and Aunt Liu from the Anti-Spirit Mirror, one was a vengeful spirit and the other was close to a vengeful spirit, Mu Yang felt at ease walking at night.

After passing the lake, there is another forest. Mu Yang plans to pass through it quickly.

At this moment, Aunt Liu seemed to sense something and floated in front of Mu Yang to stop him.

Mu Yang was very surprised when he saw Aunt Liu's gesture.

Aunt Liu sensed the presence of her father's sword nearby.

Mu Yang then followed Aunt Liu to search, and unexpectedly found clues here about the disaster that happened more than ten years ago.

As they walked, Mu Yang and the others returned to the lake, but they walked to the side that Mu Yang had not walked to.

Aunt Liu floated close to the ground, carefully feeling the almost imperceptible breath, afraid of missing any details.

Mu Yang now realized that Aunt Liu was not unwilling to miss the Liu family, she just kept all her emotions suppressed deep in her heart. Perhaps this was how she had been living in Yangcheng for the past ten years.

Mu Yang felt a little bitter, and couldn't understand why Aunt Liu had such a miserable life.

Finally, Aunt Liu felt a strong breath on the shore very close to the water surface, so she took a machete and started digging. Large chunks of soil were dug into the lake, making a rustling sound.

Seeing this, Mu Yang also used his Fang Tian Hua Ji to dig the mud.

After digging for a long time, a large pit nearly two meters deep was dug out.

At the bottom of the pit, a dagger covered in mud lay, with a rotten suit of armor next to it.

Aunt Liu looked at the pattern of the armor and searched her memory hard. Slowly, she recognized that this was her father's armor.

It was obvious that Liu's father's body had rotted away and disappeared, leaving only fragments of armor and a complete knife.

Aunt Liu lay in the pit in a daze. The ghost had no tears, but one could feel the resentment surging in her body.

When Mu Yang saw this scene, he became even more sad. He thought that misfortune always picks on the unfortunate people, and tears gradually welled up in his eyes.

After a long time, Aunt Liu floated out.

She gestured to tell Mu Yang that it should be her father who led the people in the city to break out, but was annihilated by the ghost tide here.

The knife in the pit is a genuine low-level, mid-quality weapon, the Liu family's treasure.

Mu Yang jumped into the pit and took out both the armor and the knife. Looking at the knife, he felt somewhat familiar, as it looked very much like the knife Aunt Liu used to cut meat.

Mu Yang buried the armor and carried the Liu family's dagger with him.

During this period, Aunt Liu remained calm, as if she had gotten over her sad mood.

It was very late at night, Mu Yang did not delay any longer and set out on the road towards Jinnanguan.

……

Close to Nanguan, the most important pass in the southern part of the Nanli Dynasty, it has guarded the southern border for thousands of years and is home to many masters and sects.

Countless passionate young people flock to Nanguan just to feel the passion and thrill of the city closest to the Southern Wilderness.

The city wall near the South Gate is fifty meters high, and a large number of patrol soldiers are on duty day and night to ensure that the city defense is foolproof.

One night, the soldiers were on their routine patrol.

"Old Ding, what's the point of us guarding the city walls so strictly? I've been here for three and a half years, and apart from a few wandering souls banging their heads below occasionally, I haven't seen even a single resentful soul." A patrol soldier said, unable to contain his loneliness.

The man called Lao Ding looked coldly at the patrol soldier who was speaking, "Lao Cao, haven't you heard about the ghost tide in Yanchi City more than ten years ago? What if such a ghost tide appeared near Nanguan? It's only been a few years, and you're already hoping for the best?"

Lao Cao curled his lips and stopped arguing with the man surnamed Ding. After all, he was the team leader.

At this moment, Lao Cao inadvertently glanced at the bottom of the city wall and saw a faint light shining.

Hiss..., Lao Cao lay on the city wall and looked down carefully, circulating his spiritual energy and staring intently.

After watching for a while, Lao Cao exclaimed, "Lao Ding, there is someone down there, there is someone down there!"

Lao Ding didn't want to pay attention to Lao Cao, who was acting crazy for no reason, and continued to patrol forward.

Lao Cao was anxious and grabbed Lao Ding, "Hey, Lao Ding, look at you."

Old Ding wanted to get angry and glanced impatiently at the city.

This was an incredible sight. Old Ding really saw a flash of light. When he looked more carefully, he saw that it was indeed a person.

Mu Yang walked for two months and finally arrived near Nanguan.

At this moment, he was tired and hungry, and he had no strength in his body. He leaned against the city wall and took out a piece of fluorite and made it flash.

At this moment, a voice sounded beside Mu Yang's ear, "Is there a living person down there?"

Mu Yang perked up a little and shook the fluorite in his hand.

"The city gate near South Gate is not open at night. You have to wait until daytime." The voice sounded again.

Mu Yang still shook the fluorite to indicate that he understood.

Mu Yang's dry lips opened into a smile. It was enough for someone to find him. As for the wandering souls chasing after him, he just needed to get rid of them.

Yes, it was already night when they were approaching Jinnan Pass. Mu Yang discovered a group of wandering souls moving towards Jinnan Pass.

Mu Yang used his last bit of spiritual energy to circulate the Xing character formula to bypass the group of wandering souls, but the door was closed tightly. Mu Yang looked at the city and sighed.

Now we have to wait until daybreak. These wandering souls can’t hide anymore, so we have to kill them.