"At present, the bloody soul case has not been solved."

"It is a real threat to the safety of the people of Shanqing City."

"The detective column team hopes that if you have relevant clues, please be sure to contact the program team, and we will give you a lot of money!"

"If there is an audience willing to help, we are willing to have a conversation with you while protecting your privacy."

"Please believe that the country will always be your most solid backing!"

In the evening, the detective column team suddenly released a short video on social platforms, which was no longer just about the bloody soul case, but a video of the host asking for help in the name of the column group.

Yan Jing sat in front of the computer and looked at the series of numbers pushed out in the center of the screen.

There is no doubt that the content of this video is well-designed.

The words spoken by the host have two meanings without exception.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they are asking for help from all walks of life with a private channel, hoping to provide clues and help to solve the bloody soul case, and the last sentence is completely comforting the people who feel worried after watching the show.

But if it is replaced by the Ember Apostle, it can be seen at a glance that this is the government inviting these special people to participate in the investigation and give corresponding promises, and the meaning of the last sentence becomes to make them believe that the country will never be treated badly as long as they are willing to act.

To a certain extent, this also reveals that Shanqing City is at a loss for this case.

When we arrive in Sanqing City, we may be able to take a look, but we have to solve the matter in front of us first. ’

Looking at the time in the bottom right corner of the screen, there were only a few minutes left until twelve o'clock in the morning.

Yan Jing turned on the music player, got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

The melodious pure music made Yan Jing's somewhat restless mood gradually calm down, and his hands were clenched into fists, and he slowly released it after feeling the power in it.

The tension gradually transforms into a peculiar sense of excitement as the music and countdown beat.

Negative emotions dissipate.

Yan Jing's back and the back of his head were filled with tingling sensations.

Such a strange feeling, as if some instinct in the blood and bones was being revived.

Yan Jing suddenly recalled the first time he saw Zheng Sanshan returning to Hong Kong by boat when he was eighteen years old, and Mao recommended himself to become a crew member.

Zheng Sanshan asked him why he wanted to go to sea.

Yan Jing's answer was simple.

He loves the unbridled wind and waves of the sea!

......

Dense forest with mist.

The swordsman in a strong suit crouched in the middle of the mountain path, his arms propped up and his ears pressed to the ground.

The fine smoke rose and fell, and the sound of a drum reverberated through the ground, and after a brief silence, the swordsman abruptly rose and shouted,

"The sound of horses' hooves is very close, at most a small half of incense, everyone prepares their own incense."

As soon as the words fell, the knife man ran to a nearby tree, climbed the trunk of the tree, and hid in the dense canopy in three or two clicks.

No one answered his words in the woodland, only the mountain breeze swept by.

The branches and leaves "rattled", and the mist seemed to be moved, suddenly distorting and changing into large pieces of text.

Time: Autumn in the 11th year of Jun'e

Location: Dajing towards the southwest border.

The head of the last loyal servant was abandoned by the side of the road, and the collapse of the dynasty was no longer hindered.

The country will perish, and there will be demons!

Demons and demons occupy the court, trample on Gangchang in order to seek longevity, and regard the people of the world as guinea dogs.

The monsters in the darkness are insatiable, and they sacrifice tens of thousands of living beings to steal the power of ghosts and gods to forge three spiritual weapons.

People with lofty ideals rise in the rivers and lakes, vowing to help the world back on the right track.

Shangqing Dao seized the Aoki Ghost Infant at any cost, vowing to destroy it completely.

However, the news leaked.

A bloody storm is inevitable!

The single-player otherworldly event [Ghost Gate] has been opened, and the mission requirements are as follows:

First, respond to the Shangqing Daoist crowd (0/9) and repel the Nightmare Cavalry.

Second, kill at least two Yin Beasts or Monster-level ghosts.

Third, the successful destruction of the artifact.

(There is a 24-hour unpaid stay after the end of the mission, and you can choose to return immediately)

He has mastered the language of the world, and his equipment on the scientific and technological side has been greatly weakened.

Ember Apostle Message:

Name: Yan Jing

Status: Dominance

Mastery: Hand-to-hand combat (11%)

Skill: Hades Triple Wave (15%)

Legacy: Spirit of the Tiger Jiao: Overlord

The mist above his head dissipated, and Yan Jing, who was crouching among the branches, finally stared at the pale sun wheel in the sky.

Lowering his eyes and looking at his clothes, he looks quite similar to the heroes in martial arts dramas, his fingertips twisting the dead grass blades on his trouser legs, the crunchy touch after the leaf veins are broken, the cool breeze on his cheeks and the smell of grass and trees in the forest are extremely clear.

It's the real world!

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, this feeling of appearing in a strange world as soon as his eyes were closed and opened still made it difficult for Yan Jing to adapt for a while.

Take a deep breath and let the distractions in your head go.

Yan Jing steadied his position and observed the situation around him.

The branches of the nearby trees, the bushes in the forest, and even behind the stones, without exception, were all ambushed by heavily armed people from the rivers and lakes, all of whom were staring at the southeast direction, and the atmosphere was depressing and heavy.

Recalling the swordsman's words just now, Yan Jing realized that the mission had begun.

Goo~Beep~

Suddenly, a shrill birdsong sounded through the woods.

This is the signal before the start of the war.

Yan Jing subconsciously tensed his body.

They're coming!

Herod~

There was a long hiss, and a kicking sound rang out through the woodland to the southeast.

Yan Jing clinged to the trunk of the tree with his left hand, stood up, and saw at a glance the procession running between the woods.

Five horses, the leader of the man is carrying a long wooden box and riding alone, and the rest are all double and one horse, all dressed in Taoist robes, exactly nine people, in line with the task description.

The whole group of people quickly approached this way along the path between the mountains and forests.

It was followed by a group of light riders.

Yan Jing sensed the restlessness of the people around him.

This group of horsemen were all dressed in pitch-black leather armor, wearing demon masks, and carrying two long crossed knives, which looked like hell horsemen when they broke out of the thick fog, and the armor on the chests of the two cavalrymen led by them was painted with red ghost faces, even if it was just a glance at it, it was enough to chill the whole body.

Yan Jing was immediately sure that this was the Nightmare Rider that the mission required him to repel.

At a distance of about 100 meters, the Shangqing Dao people flew by, and then Yan Jing heard someone shouting,

"Shoot the arrows! Shoot! ”

As soon as the words fell, a group of people from the rivers and lakes who were originally hidden in the shadows suddenly stepped forward and threw several rounds of arrow rain at the pursuing cavalry.

Yan Jing grabbed the short crossbow that had been hanging on his waist when he woke up, and although he didn't dare to guarantee it, he still pretended to shoot a few arrows.

However, at a distance of more than ten meters, it was a sudden attack.

The horsemare riders didn't have time to dodge.

However, before the cheers of the ambushers could be heard, the Nightmare Riders had already charged.

Even though everyone had several arrows stuck in their bodies, these cavalry still had no intention of retreating, but directly drew their double swords behind their backs in the face of a group of ambushers, and invariably stepped on the horses that could not support them in the rain of arrows and flew out, killing into the crowd!

The woods were calm more than ten seconds ago.

Suddenly it became a battlefield of Shura!