I am a living immortal.

Taoist Changkong walked in the fog.

He originally thought that once he saw through the fog, he would be able to find the direction of the City God. However, he walked through Pingmo County countless times but still could not find the City God. This made Taoist Changkong have a bad premonition.

He was not stupid. He could see through the fog himself, let alone ghosts and gods like the City God.

The only possibility is that the Mao family's affairs were tacitly approved by the City God.

This... But... Why! What on earth did the Mao family do that even the usually fair City God would turn a blind eye to these evil spirits...

Immediately, Taoist Changkong sighed.

Yes, what the Mao family does on the surface is enough to be called tyrannical, but what about what they do behind the scenes?

Taoist Changkong understood, but he still would not give up. No matter what he said, it was wrong for the evil ghost to harm people. There was a difference between yin and yang. If the evil ghost could harm people for any reason, then the world would be in chaos.

This was the philosophy he had followed throughout his life, and he felt he was right.

Then, was it wrong for Su Mu, the City God, to stand by and watch?

So are these evil spirits who died tragically and want revenge wrong? It seems not.

Therefore, Changkong made up his mind that he would be the evil guy. The City God should be fair. If thoughts override rules, then the rules are useless. After all, thoughts lead to tendencies. This time it is right, but who can guarantee that every tendency is right? This cannot be started.

Taoist Changkong took out three incense sticks from his sleeve.

With a wave of his hand, the three incense sticks began to burn. He held the incense in both hands and bowed towards the world.

"Evil spirits are causing trouble. Please ask the City God to be impartial and selfless!!"

"Please call the City God! Please call the City God!"

Shouts and incense drifted towards the City God Temple, which was blocked by smoke and dust.

In the City God's Temple.

The smoke and dust from the outside world could not get close to the City God Temple at all, and the temple keeper turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside and focused on cleaning the City God Temple. There were basically no people coming to worship recently, so he had some free time.

Today, as usual, I lit a few sticks of sandalwood for the City God and then did other things.

However, in the underworld, the City God sighed, "It seems there is no way to escape this time."

The chief judge of the Rewarding Benevolence Department said, "You can pretend you didn't hear anything."

The Chief Punisher responded, "I don't think that Taoist priest is someone who will give up easily. He can't just keep pretending to be deaf and dumb."

The day and night patrols are like two statues, waiting for the order from the City God without any discussion.

The City God listened to his subordinates' conversation and didn't know whether to respond or not. All of this was caused by the Mao family. Logically, he should have stopped it long ago, but as the City God of Pingmo County, he knew best what kind of people were in the Mao family. Normally, since Yin and Yang did not interfere with each other, he had no good solution.

More and more people are stranded in the world of the living.

There are all kinds of deaths. From the impartial arrest at the beginning to turning a blind eye later, it is not achieved overnight. It is the result of a change in thinking over time.

This time, the Mao family suffered this disaster because of their own fault.

Even though the City God thought so in his heart, the most evil ghost City God still knew a thing or two.

It was because he knew something that he was willing to be blocked by the smoke and dust. Otherwise, with his strength, it would be impossible for him to ignore it. This might be a tacit understanding that went unspoken.

The evil ghost seeks revenge without harming others, and the City God turns a blind eye.

The City God had never thought that one day he would have such a tacit understanding with an evil ghost. This is how unpredictable things are in the world. It also indirectly shows how outrageous what the Mao family did was, which angered both humans and gods.

But now, the Taoist priest appeared and tried to break this balance. The Taoist priest didn't know that breaking this balance might cause the evil spirits to affect other people.

It is good to practice your own way, but ultimately you are in the fog and cannot see the full picture.

Finally, the City God waved his hand.

The incense in Taoist Changkong's hand suddenly burned faster when it was halfway through. A large amount of smoke poured out and a line of words appeared in front of his eyes.

"Let's go."

Then a strong wind blew, and these words melted into the air. This was the City God's reminder.

However, the Taoist in front of him was stubborn. He stuck the incense in his hand into the ground and turned around and left without hesitation. He already knew what the City God meant, or rather, he knew it from the beginning.

However, he still insisted on his own way. Since the City God would not help, he could only rely on himself. His brain was working at high speed thinking about how to deal with the situation.

Now he has no idea where the evil ghost behind him is, or if he is everywhere. He has to find a way to force the evil ghost out, even at the cost of his life.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

This evil ghost takes one person's life a day but does not harm others. It is obvious that he does not want the Mao family to die so easily. Death only takes a moment.

It's too easy.

"If I interrupt this process, or find out the true identity of this evil ghost, I'm sure you will come out."

Taoist Changkong looked at the white smoke and said.

There was no response from the smoke.

He needed to make the Mao family confess all the unspoken things. Only by knowing both oneself and the enemy can one win every battle.

Thinking of this, Taoist Changkong returned to the Mao family without any delay.

Everyone in the Mao family was terrified because Taoist Changkong did not return all night. Most of the people in the yard had left. If Taoist Changkong also left, then their Mao family would be really finished.

The delicious delicacies on the table tasted like chewing wax in the mouths of the Mao family. Their hearts were no longer on the table.

They didn't even have time to pay attention to the dead Mao Dongliang. They didn't dare to step out of the area marked by the red circle, and they didn't even dare to walk alone.

They waited and looked, from midnight to dawn, staring towards the door with eager eyes.

Fortunately, a servant rushed in to report soon.

"Master Changkong is back..."

When they heard this, everyone's tense mood finally relaxed a little.

Changkong strode into the yard and saw servants in the yard cutting their middle fingers and dripping out offerings to ward off evil spirits, their brows tightly furrowed.

"What are you doing?" Changkong's voice was cold, which made the Mao family members who were welcoming him pause.

The old man then stammered, "I heard... I heard that the blood from your middle finger can break the evil spirit, so we also want to give it a try..."

An angry look suddenly appeared on Changkong's face.

"Do you know that blood stains the ground? Not only will it not bring disaster, it will actually backfire!"

This was said with gnashing teeth.

When these words were spoken, everyone present turned pale: "This...what should we do?"

Obviously they also realized that they were doing more harm than good.

Changkong chanted the Heart Purification Mantra in his heart, glared at the Mao family members fiercely, and cursed, "A bunch of idiots! Instead of rushing to die, why not just find a pillar and bang your head against it and die? You can't accomplish anything, but you're more likely to cause trouble than to do anything else!"