Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

The main entrance to the subway station.

The King of Hell holds a strange red umbrella in his left hand and a soul-snatching iron chain in his right.

Although it looks just like an ordinary ghost, its entire body is shrouded in black mist, making it indistinct and obscuring its face.

But the three men who got off the subway still looked stiff, because they had recognized the other party's identity from the cold, sinister aura emanating from him: "King of Hell!"

Why is the Demon King's direct descendant, the King of Hell, here?

Could it be that a traitor informed the Ghost King?

The Heavenly King, the Human King, and the Beast King exchanged glances, their eyes filled with distrust.

The fragile alliance is on the verge of collapse.

Chen Feng quickly pulled out the letter of denunciation: "You're keeping ghosts under your command, do you know that?"

The reason he chose to help them clear up the misunderstanding was because Chen Feng had already figured out the current situation.

There are now three forces in the subway: they are robbing people, the three brothers are rebelling, and the King of Hell is protecting them.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

Chen Feng stole the Ghost King's money, so the Hell King naturally wouldn't let him go. So if we compare the scene to playing cards, then Chen Feng and the Heavenly King are the peasants, and they have to work together to deal with the Hell King, the landlord.

Fortunately, there are only three factions.

If another group comes and forms a mahjong game, Chen Feng really doesn't know what to do.

The beast king was the burly man with a blue face and fangs. He said in a rough voice, "So that's how it is. Thank you. You guys go ahead with your business, we'll fight ours."

Chen Feng gave a thumbs up: "Open and bright."

The snob was stunned: "It's that simple?"

Chen Feng said, "If you want to join, it's not too late."

Participating in battles involving several Heavenly Kings?

That's suicidal.

The snob quickly replied, "Never mind what I said."

Watching the kids busily transporting money.

The Heavenly King laughed and said, "Look, everyone's dissatisfaction with the Ghost King has been going on for quite some time now."

Beast King: "If you know what's good for you, tell us the Ghost King's address and join us."

No one thought of it.

The King of Hell's voice was actually a woman's voice: "Even if you kill me, you won't get any information about Lord Ghost King."

Because it involves the whereabouts of the Ghost King.

Chen Feng listened carefully and found the voice to be somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

The King said grimly, "Once we've taken care of you, we can use the little devil to test you minute by minute until we figure it out."

"You dare!"

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

The King of Hell took a step forward.

A dense aura of yin energy instantly filled the entire subway, causing Brother Dao to explode on the spot.

This yin energy directly harms the soul!

Chen Feng felt unwell all over. Even a living person would have their lifespan greatly shortened and die quickly if they were entangled by this yin energy. It would be even more difficult for them, who were souls without physical protection, to withstand it.

After Brother Dao.

One by one, the little devils were annihilated, and even Chen Feng's two-star motorcycle underlings couldn't withstand it.

"If we don't leave now, we'll die."

The snob turned and ran; to him, his life was more important than money.

How could the King of Hell let someone who dared to steal the Ghost King's money get away with it?

"die!"

Suddenly, a chain flew out from the King of Hell's hand, binding the snob ghost tightly, making him look like a rice dumpling.

"what!"

The snob only had time to let out a scream before he was torn to pieces by the chains.

"Fighting three opponents of the same level, and still having time to instantly kill that opportunist?" Chen Feng looked at the battlefield, and from the three rebel brothers' expressions of utter disgust, he could tell: "Three against one, and still getting killed? Is the difference in strength between them really that big?"

The Heavenly King said in disbelief, "Impossible. Even if you are a little stronger than us, there is no reason why the three of us working together should lose to you."

The King complained, "Didn't you guys put in enough effort? I don't think she's even injured."

The Beast King said anxiously, "Think of something quickly, or we'll lose."

Just when the three ghosts were at their wits' end.

Suddenly, the Black Hand pointed at the King of Hell and shouted, "Fly away!"

Holy crap.

How dare you lay a hand on the King of Hell?

Chen Feng discovered that the mastermind was truly professional; he would actually do things for money.

As expected, the King of Hell did not react at all.

The gap is too big.

Faced with such a hopeless scene, the Black Hand didn't reflect on his own weakness, but instead asked in confusion, "You're not a ghost?"

What does that mean?

Chen Feng didn't understand: "The King of Hell, a direct descendant of the Ghost King, isn't a ghost?"

Is this a joke?

But Black Hand told everyone that his ability, Soul Explosion, could directly affect the enemy's soul. As long as the opponent was a soul, no matter how great the difference in strength, it was impossible for them to be completely unharmed.

Therefore, no matter how outrageous the conclusion is, the Black Hand believes it to be the truth: "The King of Hell has a physical body."

These words were spoken.

Countless chains flew out from the King of Hell, instantly strangling the Black Hand.

"court death!"

This breach in defenses, ironically, proved that the Black Hand was right.

The King suddenly realized: "No wonder we couldn't harm you."

As mentioned before.

When a ghost manifests, it can affect reality, but it can also be hit by people.

Then why do water ghosts still manifest themselves to harm people? Why not use soul attacks, like in a battle between ghosts?

Of course not.

When a person with a physical body walks on a dark road at night, three invisible yang flames will appear on the top of their head and on the shoulders on both sides of their neck.

As long as the Yang Fire is present, the ghost's soul attack will be lucky to deal even one percent damage.

Therefore, since they are invisible, humans cannot attack ghosts, but ghosts also cannot do anything to humans.

Chen Feng understood. Battles between ghosts and monsters must involve striking each other with soul attacks. But no one expected that the King of Hell was actually human, which rendered all soul attacks ineffective. This was the reason why three against one couldn't win.

The Beast King laughed loudly: "So, you mean we just need to all reveal ourselves, right?!"

As he spoke, he threw a punch.

This is going to be very serious.

Despite the intense rivalry among the top stars, not a single brick in the subway station fell off, and not a single speck of paint was damaged.

But once it manifested, a single punch sent the entire subway station trembling violently.

The ghostly figures of the King of Hell were scattered, and the black mist dissipated, revealing his true form.

He was someone Chen Feng knew.

"Meng Chengcheng?"

Chen Feng exclaimed in surprise.

Meng Chengcheng is actually the King of Hell? What's going on?

The Human King laughed and said, "Who would have thought that the Ghost King's direct descendant is not a ghost?"

"No, this is possession." The Heavenly King, as expected of someone who has cultivated immortality, has a higher level of insight: "King of Hell, are you insane? Although possessing a living person can temporarily grant you a physical body..."

"But if the soul is incompatible, no matter how powerful you are, you will be rejected by the body, resulting in a severe loss of vitality."

"And every few years, a new body is needed."

"What benefits did the Ghost King give you that made you go to such great lengths to deal with us?"

The King of Hell is not a supernatural tale; his origins and details have not been altered by the Ox-Faced Demon, so there is no explanation of his background.

But Chen Feng seemed to have figured out what was going on.

Meng Chengcheng is a medium.

A spiritual medium needs to go through three processes: enlightenment, tempering, and binding.

When a medium is enlightened, they can allow a spirit to possess them.

During the most grueling phase, one can attract even more souls and allow them to reside within one's body for an extended period—all of which Chen Feng witnessed firsthand.

If the souls are incompatible, possession will cause backlash and rejection.

But if a medium is someone who accepts all comers, then wouldn't there be no side effects?

"Meng Chengcheng had always hoped to be possessed by a deity, but she never expected to summon a ghost instead."

"No wonder Meng Chengcheng mysteriously disappeared after she lived for ten years."

Chen Feng smiled faintly.

In cultivation novels, possession occurs when the spirit is at its weakest.

With this information, he'll know how to deal with the King of Hell next time.

If Afei can obtain the Hell King's skills, then he'll truly be on the rise.

We are now in a subway station surrounded by ruins.

After his trump card was exposed, the King of Hell was facing three opponents of equal strength and was already struggling to hold his own, putting him at a disadvantage.

"That's about enough." Chen Feng picked up two sacks of money and kicked A Fei, who was struggling to stay afloat in the yin energy. "Let's go, don't look anymore."

The intelligence has been mostly gathered.

If we don't leave now, do you really think these three brothers won't wipe them out after killing the Queen of Hell?

But then, a new situation arose.

"Such a strong yin energy! Here I come!"

A golden light appeared from the sky, and a man with a ruddy complexion, dressed in the same Taoist robe as Lin He, flew over, riding a money sword.

They're here, they're here too, the people who play mahjong have arrived.

Chen Feng immediately realized that the other party was a Taoist priest summoned by a snob, the scapegoat who had been blaming the Taoist temple that had only been open for half a year.

"Being able to control a sword, he must have some skill; he's not just a charlatan."

Chen Feng thought so, but when the other party got closer, he scanned them with his divine sense and realized that something was wrong.

The Heavenly King, who also possessed divine consciousness, stammered, "A Foundation Establishment stage cultivator?"

Why would a Foundation Establishment cultivator appear in a Taoist temple that has only been open for half a year?

Half a year... Half a year?

Chen Feng's mind exploded. Could this guy flying on a sword be the prisoner who was granted the Ephemeral Record back then?

That's impossible.

First of all, the tribulation in Cihang City is supposed to be blocked by a powerful demon, yet the demon was not killed.

You could say he was lucky and wasn't discovered.

Secondly, the tribulation in Cihang City is extremely difficult.

The Xuanwu Technique was able to withstand the attack because it has accompanying defensive divine abilities.

However, the Yu Lu is an incomplete cultivation method. It only has the mental cultivation method and lacks the corresponding martial arts, special skills, supernatural powers, and movement techniques. Therefore, it is impossible for it to withstand the tribulation of lightning.

Even if he withstands it, this third condition is enough to kill him.

Chen Feng clearly remembered what the First Saint Demon Lord had said: "Fellow Daoist Chen Feng, this Mayfly Record is the opposite of the Xuanwu Technique. It relies on lifespan to convert cultivation. Its secret is that as long as you break through the Foundation Establishment stage, you will die quickly like a mayfly when your lifespan is exhausted."

But the Taoist priest in front of me was full of vigor and didn't look like he was about to die at all.

Could it be that he isn't a prisoner, but rather a local cultivator from Cihang City?

As Chen Feng was pondering this, he suddenly heard the Taoist chanting an incantation: "The future is uncertain, so do not grieve. Born in the morning and dying at night, the Tao will open itself. One hundred days of cultivation can attain a thousand years of realm. I am willing to exchange the present for the future."

This is!

Chen Feng clearly remembered that these four sentences were the general outline of the entire mental cultivation method of the Feather Record, also known as the Mayfly Record.

So that's right, the other party is practicing the Ephemeral Record. How come the prisoner who was about to die suddenly is now so full of energy?

Did the Demon Lord give you the wrong cultivation technique?

Just when Chen Feng was feeling lost.

The Taoist priest continued chanting: "The life of a mayfly is like a dream; only when the dream ends do we realize our true self. Who says that insects cannot cross the sea? To live towards death is to see Penglai!"

Wait a minute! Something's not right!

Where did these four lines come from?

From the first line after this, "The life of a mayfly is like a dream," it is clear that the Taoist priest had realized that there was something wrong with the Mayfly Record, but the second line, "To live towards death and see Penglai," clearly shows that he had found a solution.

Since mayflies die, let's live life to the fullest!

Chen Feng thought of something terrifying.

No way.

This guy not only evaded the pursuit of the great demon and withstood the heavenly lightning, but also improved the problematic cultivation technique so that he could continue cultivating immortality.

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!

Unfortunately, I'm uncultured, so all I can say is "fuck!"

Chen Feng couldn't help but complain, "Dude, which of us actually has the system?"

With the help of the proficiency system, Chen Feng was able to improve the wolf clan's trashy cultivation technique into the Samadhi Divine Wind. But this guy didn't need the system; he comprehended it all on his own, turning a dead end into his own path.

In Cihang City, can one survive without hanging?

Chen Feng gave a thumbs up; he was completely convinced.

After reciting the incantation, the Money Daoist shouted "Sword, come!" and countless golden lights descended from the sky. It was the same Money Sword as Lin He's, but in the hands of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, the aura of that Money Sword could even suppress eight-star and nine-star Ghost Kings!

Chen Feng was not surprised by this.

After all, the other party can even create their own cultivation techniques, so creating a supernatural power is child's play.

This money sword is especially effective against vengeful spirits.

Ah Fei was only grazed by the sword light before his body disintegrated. He said, "Such terrifying sword energy, brother, we might be going to die."

"nonsense."

Chen Feng said seriously, "I am at least a failed Foundation Establishment cultivator, with cultivation protecting me, and my soul strength far exceeds that of ordinary ghosts and monsters."

Ah Fei perked up: "Then, big brother, can you handle it?"

Chen Feng nodded: "I can hold on for at least one more minute."

"......"

Ah Fei was speechless and died.

Then some people might ask, if others die instantly, what's the point of Chen Feng lasting a minute?

But that's wrong.

This minute is very useful.

Chen Feng opened the sack on the ground, revealing stacks of ghost money inside, and began to refine it.

Even if he loses his life, Chen Feng has at least completed the "spendthrift son" system mission.

With a bunch of points in hand, you can just choose any shop system to spend money on and slaughter whatever you want, whether it's the King of Hell, the King of Heaven, the King of Ghosts, or a Taoist priest with cheat codes.

Chen Feng was feeling quite pleased with himself when he realized that after half a minute of inhaling, the system still hadn't sent any notification.

Why is it so slow?

Chen Feng summoned the system, glanced at it, and found that the amount had not increased at all.

wrong!

Chen Feng flipped through the ghost money; it was indeed one million per bill.

And it's brand new... The ink is glossy, and the paper doesn't have a single wrinkle.

Wait a minute!

Chen Feng suddenly remembered what Brother Dao had said: "Those newly printed bills in the shops are all dead money."

Yesterday was Ghost Festival, so there couldn't be any problem with the money there.

Therefore, there is only one possibility.

Chen Feng laughed in anger: "I worked so hard, risked my life to rob someone for half a day, and the money was switched from the start?"

There isn't a single person in Cihang City.