Chapter 810 - 739: The Ghost Demon of City B

Chapter 810: Chapter 739: The Ghost Demon of City B

Caught off guard by the kiss that left her dizzy and infatuated, Luo Ziyun glared at him, told him to behave, and then thought for a moment before saying, "This morning, the director of City B’s Demon Management Bureau sent out a summons in a WeChat group, hoping the bosses of the major cities can go to City B to help.

"A large-scale mass death event has occurred among the public in City B. It must be a Fierce Beast causing trouble in the dark."

Tu Xiao’an was startled. It seemed the situation in City B was even worse than he had imagined. A WeChat group? Could it be a group for the top figures of the Demon Management Bureaus across the major cities?

In this era of modern technology, information was highly developed, making it easy to recruit troops and gather forces. As the saying goes, a single signal flare could summon a massive army to one’s aid. In modern times, sending a message in a group chat settled everything. A group gathering the directors of the Demon Management Bureaus from all the cities held a lot of weight.

Tu Xiao’an took out his phone. "This group of yours is quite interesting. Pull me in too so I can join the fun."

Luo Ziyun rolled her eyes. "Only the major directors can get in. How could you possibly get in? Besides, I’m not the group owner."

"I am the dignified Snake Emperor of the Yaoling Mountain Range, yet I don’t even have the qualifications to enter your lousy group?"

Tu Xiao’an felt displeased. As if he cared that much anyway.

"Xiao’an, stop messing around. City B’s boss is overwhelmed with trouble right now. Tens of thousands of people are dying every day, and their deaths are extremely tragic. Furthermore, they still haven’t found the Fierce Beast causing the trouble, and the officials are taking it extremely seriously."

Putting it that way, the Yaoling Mountain Range was still better. To this day, no War Relics had appeared, and the world there was at peace.

"The third fruit of the World Tree has fallen. I’m afraid the problem lies there," Tu Xiao’an said thoughtfully.

Luo Ziyun was slightly pleasantly surprised. "You actually know about this? It seems you’ve done your homework."

Heh, naturally. Tu Xiao’an had a proud and arrogant look on his face. Posts on the internet were flying everywhere; he couldn’t avoid knowing even if he wanted to. In comparison, the War Relic in Wencheng really had no gimmicks. It was just a Taotie that was grounded and couldn’t come out. It completely lacked prestige.

"Xiao’an, City B’s boss also mentioned that the Fierce Beast causing trouble is highly likely the one born from the cracking of the third fallen fruit. They just can’t find it right now, which is why they summoned the bosses of our major cities to help."

"Are you planning to go over?" Tu Xiao’an asked.

Luo Ziyun shook her head. "I just became the boss of City X and I’m tied up with work. How could I have time to help other cities? I originally planned to have Tang Le go over. After all, City B’s boss has spoken, so we still need to give him some face.

"But after your little stunt just now, I’m afraid Tang Le won’t assist me anymore.

"Xiao’an, a man must bear the consequences of his actions. You have to take responsibility for me," Luo Ziyun suddenly said, looking at him with a charming, bewitching gaze.

What did that mean? Tu Xiao’an said indifferently, "Don’t tell me you want me to represent your City X and go to City B to help?"

"Hehe, Xiao’an, you’re so powerful. If you can go to City B, that Fierce Beast hiding and causing trouble definitely won’t be able to escape. Besides, you must also be very interested in that World Tree, right?"

"I do plan to go to City B to take a look, but not the way you’re suggesting."

Tu Xiao’an was used to being a lone wolf. What would it look like for him to mingle with a group of Demon Management Bureau bosses? He was a Demon, after all. Once, the Demon Management Bureau was an existence solely dedicated to catching Demons. The two could be said to be as incompatible as fire and water. Different Paths for Humans and Demons, understand?

"Xiao’an, just treat it as doing me a favor. Just go show your face and say you’re representing me. When the time comes, help out if you can," Luo Ziyun pleaded, adopting the posture of a delicate little woman.

Tu Xiao’an felt a headache coming on. "You’re sending your fiancé to walk right into a trap."

"No, I’m not. With your current strength, as long as you conceal your aura, they won’t be able to tell that you’re a Demon.

"Even if they figure it out, what could they possibly do to you?"

Heh, was this considered a sugar-coated trap? "Aren’t you afraid I’ll smash your City X’s reputation by sending a Demon over to fob them off?"

Luo Ziyun said, "Xiao’an, since you closed City X’s War Relic, the officials’ view of the Yaoling Mountain Range has changed a lot. And I know that ever since you became Lord Gong of the Demon Race, you’ve restrained the Demons from running amok in human society. Your contribution to humanity is tremendous."

What else could be done? Tu Xiao’an, after all, had a human soul. He was both human and Demon. He had to strike a fair balance.

"Then this matter is settled. Now, let me serve you well."

"Hey, hey, don’t be so insatiable, woman. We just did it a moment ago. At least let me take a break."

Tu Xiao’an was suddenly pushed down by Luo Ziyun, and the large bed began to vibrate, going CREAK, CREAK.

One day later.

City B was a first-tier major city. Whether in terms of bustling population or modern economy, it was not something Wencheng could compare to. Even at the outskirts of City B’s borders, one could see from afar an incomparably towering giant tree blotting out the sky and the sun, like a massive umbrella covering two-fifths of City B’s land. The sight was quite a spectacle.

Many people were now living in shadows devoid of sunlight. Sometimes, streetlights had to be kept on even in broad daylight. Furthermore, the continuous large-scale population deaths in City B had already shocked the entire world.

On a city street shaded by the World Tree, a handsome, clean-cut man was strolling leisurely through an old alleyway in the suburbs. There were very few people on the street—extremely few. Even those present were hurrying along, seemingly too afraid to linger. Only this young man was wandering the streets so brazenly. The occasional passersby who brushed past him would mostly shoot curious glances at the leisurely strolling man, looking at him as if he were already a dead man. For someone to still dare walk on the street like this, weren’t they afraid of being targeted by the Ghost Demon?

The Ghost Demon. This title had already been deeply branded into the hearts of City B’s citizens. Many people walking on the streets would experience a gust of phantom wind, and then begin to go mad. They would scratch and claw all over their bodies until they were a bloody mess, ultimately leading to their deaths. They died inexplicably, and the blood that flowed out would quickly disappear on its own. It was as if a Demon had sucked it all away. Thus, the name Ghost Demon came to be.

Many parents refused to let their children run around outside, saying in terror, "Careful, or the Ghost Demon will claim your little life!"

"A first-tier major city has been reduced to this?" Compared to City X, which had previously become an empty city, this city seemed to be faring slightly better. But one couldn’t think of it that way. With a first-tier city having such a massive population, where could anyone even flee? Other cities might be even more chaotic.

Tu Xiao’an stood on the street in City B and shook his head. He wanted to go check out the World Tree first. As for Luo Ziyun wanting him to represent City X and greet City B’s boss, Tu Xiao’an was quite reluctant. He would think about it later.

Upon turning the corner of an alley, Tu Xiao’an’s eyes suddenly lit up. He immediately walked straight toward a two-story shop on the east side of the intersection. Approaching it, he saw that the front of the shop was packed with people. It was a sea of humanity, formed into a long queue. Tu Xiao’an glanced at the sign directly above the shop, his eyes full of oddity. Carved onto it were four words—Upper Grade Coffin Shop.

Since when did coffin shops require queuing? This showed just how many people had died in City B. Even a small coffin shop was crammed with people. Coffins and wreaths were in short supply. The bosses in the death business in City B were really making a fortune. Many wreaths made of artificial flowers and grass had been completely snatched up.