It was a village located in the mountains. It was a small village with only a few families. Not only was it inconspicuous, but very few people even knew that there were people living here.
However, such a remote and unknown corner was still targeted by 'people'.
It was currently the Taisho period (between 1912 and 1926), and it was rumored that evil spirits would appear after sunset and eat people.
However, there were also ghost hunters who killed evil ghosts to protect people.
The moon was very bright today, and it was a full moon.
The village was in the mountains far away from the city. If one looked up, they could clearly see the beauty of the moon.
However, compared to the bright moon in the sky, the land that was illuminated by the moonlight seemed a little filthy.
The residents who originally had only a few families were now lying in a mess, their bodies in tatters in a pool of blood.
Only the heavens knew what had happened here. It was as if even the moon had been frightened and hid in the thick clouds to block the moonlight.
At this moment, a tall and slender man appeared in the shadows. He looked at everything indifferently. There was no blood on his moon-white suit, as if everything here had nothing to do with him.
However, a few drops of blood could be vaguely seen dripping from the sharp fingernails that were shrinking slowly.
In his other hand, he was carrying a young man who looked to be only 16 or 17 years old.
"Pa."
Casually throwing the young man on the ground, the man frowned slightly, his face filled with displeasure and dissatisfaction.
"It's actually just a self-healing Blood Ghost Spell?”The man mumbled, as if he was mocking or simply expressing his dissatisfaction."As ghosts, they are immortal. Why did they awaken such a trashy Blood Ghost Technique? What a waste of my time."
Ghosts were the legends mentioned earlier. They would act after sunset and eat people.
The man in front of him had the ability to turn people into ghosts at will because he was the source of all ghosts. He was the Ghost King, also known as the Ghost Dance Shi Wucai.
Phantom Dance Shi Wucai no longer paid attention to the youth who was thrown on the ground. Instead, she turned her head to look elsewhere.
In fact, his original goal was not here. His goal was…It was the remains of a man who had once threatened him and was the only one who had truly threatened him with death.
He was the heir to the country, Yuan Yi, a figure from a few hundred years ago who had almost killed Gui Wu Shi Wucai.
But in the end, Shi Wucai still managed to escape. That was the only time Shi Wucai felt the threat of death, and the only time he escaped in a sorry state without hesitation.
This also caused Ghost Dance Shi Wupeng to be unable to let go after so many years. He had been searching for the successor of the country.
However, he had obviously gone to the wrong place. There was no successor of the country's Yuan Yi here, but this place was still in trouble. Almost all the people here were killed by him, and only a young man was left behind. Moreover, he had turned into a ghost.
Ghost Dance Shi Wucai was known as the Undying Ghost King who had lived for more than a thousand years, but he was also the person who was most afraid of death.
Therefore, he created ghosts everywhere. His goal was to let more ghosts attract the attention of an organization called the Ghost Killing Team and work for him.
And in this small village, a young man had been turned into a ghost by him.
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After an unknown period of time, the sun began to appear at the end of the horizon.
As the first ray of sunlight fell from the sky, a young man woke up from the blood-stained ground.
"Sizzle."
White smoke rose from the young man's body.
" It's so hot!" The young man woke up immediately. As he shouted, he turned into a ghost-like shadow and hid in a house.
" Wait." As soon as he entered, the young man was stunned."Where is this place? Wasn't I sparring with that old bastard grandpa master? Where was his master? Grandfather? Hello? Where is this place?"
The young man suddenly awakened his memories of his previous life.
His name was Yang Lei, and he was once the eldest son of an ancient martial arts family that had been hidden from the world on a certain mountain. His sect was…The ancient martial art that a level eight sect practiced was also Bajiquan.
There was once a fairytale that was not strictly sung. It was called " Wen has Taiji to stabilize the world, Wu has Bajiquan to stabilize the universe." It could be seen how important Bajiquan and Taiji Fist were in the martial arts world.
Moreover, what Yang Lei practiced was not the kind of Bajiquan that was used for performance, but a real ancient martial art. Combined with the unique breathing qigong of Bajiquan, or also known as the inner force mental cultivation method, he stepped on the Bajiquan footwork, which could be described as 'shaking the sky with a swing of his arm, shaking the nine provinces with a stomp'. Bajiquan was an ancient martial art that was open and closed, and even the weapons were all-inclusive. It definitely had the qualifications to be' Eight Extremities Deciding the Universe with Martial Arts'.
Prior to this, Yang Lei's memories of his previous life had stopped at a certain daily sparring session with his master, who was also his grandfather.
However, he had no idea what happened after that. It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck him. He wasn't too sure.
"Hmm? Suddenly, Yang Lei shuddered as the memory of another person appeared in his mind.
This young man's real name was Santaifu. It was not a special name, nor did he have any family background to show off. He was just the most ordinary child in this village. He did not even have a surname.
His life, which had always been stable, had changed drastically last night.
Everything was destroyed with the arrival of that man.
Only now did Yang Lei realize why he felt the sun's rays burning him. It was because he had already become a ghost.
Why did the legendary evil spirits wait until the sun went down before they came out to eat people?
It was because ghosts could not survive under the sun. No matter how powerful a ghost was, even if it was a ghost dance, it would turn into ashes under the sun.
"Are you kidding me?" Yang Lei was dumbfounded. Why? Why did he suddenly become a ghost?
"I was taught since I was young that the greatest hero is for the country and the people. When you are poor, you will be good at yourself, and when you are wise, you will help the world. Even if he couldn't become a hero, he definitely couldn't become a villain. I don't seek merit, but I don't seek fault."
Yang Lei exclaimed.
He had been instilled with the concept of chivalry since he was young. Even if he couldn't become a chivalrous swordsman who could wipe out evil with a single sword, he couldn't become a demon himself.
Gritting his teeth, Yang Lei would never accept the fact that he had suddenly become a demon after 'waking up', so he walked out of the house resolutely.
Aren't ghosts most afraid of sunlight?
"Then let me disappear."
"Besides, maybe we can go back like this?”
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