In the sky, the bright moon had disappeared, leaving only a cold light piercing through a district shrouded in fog.

These buildings were tall, decayed, and covered in dust; they seemed to have been abandoned for many years.

Strangely, this seemed to be a corner of Old locust tree street, but there wasn't a single resident in sight, rendering it eerily desolate and silent.

Tap, tap!

Tap, tap!

The sound of running footsteps echoed, as a girl's figure sprinted up to the rooftop of a residential building, took a run-up, and leapt fiercely, landing on the rooftop of another building.

Behind her was an unknown detective who was a step too slow and let out a cry of despair as he was dragged into the darkness; his voice quickly vanished.

"The spirits here... they appear at the witching hour!"

Yamamura Xiaoyezi darted into the building, desperately seeking a place to hide.

"Then... it drags anyone who sees it or is seen by it into this space..."

She hid under a desk in an office, clenching her teeth as she tended to her own wounds.

Though tears welled up in her eyes, they did not fall.

"So... the people who disappear from the real world leave without a trace, as if spirited away..."

Why did she discover this was a different dimension?

One could infer from the absence of people in these buildings and the fact that one couldn't escape the surrounding fog.

No matter which direction one ran, it would always lead back here!

It can be said that ordinary people who are pulled here are trapped in a dead end!

There's... no escape!

All they could do was struggle, suffer, and go mad...

And then, surrender their sanity.

This was the spirit's goal.

Otherwise, it could easily kill everyone on the outside without setting up this elaborate death game.

"Is this... the true horror of a malevolent spirit? I was wrong, Grandfather..."

Xiaoyezi had never actually seen the spirit.

She only knew of its horrific existence from her ancestors' journals.

And the spirits were powerful, insurmountable...

Her ancestors' journals repeatedly warned their descendants to never provoke a "spirit"!

It was an almost godlike power!

Yamamura Xiaoyezi had initially been skeptical since, in her opinion, the power of modern technology was truly formidable.

She thought that with the help of some technological gadgets, coupled with her own plans, she wouldn't be putting herself at risk.

But reality had harshly proven her wrong.

"Brother... I'm sorry... I can't take you with me, instead, I have to die here with you."

Xiaoyezi pulled out a watch from her backpack.

This was... something she had just found here, her brother's legacy.

It was evidence that Yamamura Xiu Zai had died here, and the only proof of his existence left in this world!

"Is death my destiny?"

Yamamura Xiaoyezi sneered tragically, as if she could already hear the spirit's footsteps.

Beep beep!

Just then, she heard the sound of a horn.

The footsteps in the hallway stopped and quickly faded away as though drawn by the sound of the horn.

Yamamura Xiaoyezi crawled to the window and saw two beams of yellow light shooting out from the headlights of a taxi, piercing the fog.

At the end of the street, blocked by the fog, a taxi drove in.

"Is this... the legend of the Midnight Exorcist Taxi?"

Xiaoyezi muttered to herself, "I didn't think it was real..."

She saw the figure that had been chasing her, with a pair of crimson eyes, appearing from an unknown direction and chasing after the taxi.

Then, the taxi suddenly drifted, instantly changing direction, as its tires fiercely scraped the ground, recklessly lunging forward!

Bang!

The dark figure was brutally slammed, rolling back and forth on the road.

Clang!

The taxi stopped, the door opened, and a young man with a large black umbrella in hand stepped down, directly stabbing towards that shadow.

The shadow burst like a balloon.

Tears involuntarily splattered from Xiaoyezi's eyes…

…

"Daring to come out and fight me head-on, I respect you as a man… no wait… are all you spirits brainless? Not even afraid of eighty yards?"

"Only the major spirits possess some instinct to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, but they seem to lack much intelligence as well…"

Zhong Shenxiu took a deep breath, swallowing the firefly-like specks of light, and sighed contentedly.

The training on the Ghost Immortal Reincarnation Skill also needed to be conducted step by step.

By tonight, it was enough to go back and slowly digest.

"Please wait a moment!"

Just then, a young woman dashed down from the stairwell next door, falling onto her knees in a full prostration directly on the ground: "Please save me, take me with you!"

"Oh? Are there still living people?"

Zhong Shenxiu nodded and smiled, "Want to get in the car? You can... after all, I am a taxi driver… but, what will you use to pay the fare?"

He had lately shown a tendency to switch from being a gatekeeper to a taxi driver, mischievously starting to play the part.

"Anything, my body, my soul! Whatever you desire, Sir, you can take!"

Xiaoyezi answered resolutely.

The ancestral manuscripts recorded that humans cannot oppose spirits.

Only spirits can counter spirits.

Any spirit, in Japan, could be worshipped as a god.

And this one, clearly was a powerful spirit, perhaps even reaching the large spirit rank!

"Just anything I choose…"

Zhong Shenxiu chuckled, "I was going to charge you 20 bucks, but now I won't be polite. Your soul, I take it on behalf of my Lord. From now on, you will be a servant of my Lord, to serve Him, to spread His glory!"

"Lord?"

Xiaoyezi widened her eyes.

She could hardly imagine, this being as powerful as a large spirit, who his lord could be—a being of such grandeur?

"Yes, my Lord comes from the boundless mystery, He is the Lord of Mediocrity, the King of Decay, the End, the Destruction, all that…"

"His incarnations are countless, His names as many as a thousand, human minds trivial and incapable of understanding such an existence…"

"But I allow you to utter one of His unremarkable, myriad respectable names—'Lord of Mediocrity'!"

Zhong Shenxiu spoke with an air of a mystic.

The practice of Ghost Immortal Reincarnation Skill in its later stages involved the collection of wishes and anchors.

Although it didn't feel as refreshing as dealing with spirits, he was prepared to give it a try.

This newly crafted identity of 'Lord of Mediocrity' was an experiment.

After all, the one to be worshipped was his thoroughly transformed original self, whose posture was certainly far from anything benevolent or merciful.

It was entirely a collection of negativity, hence a new honorable name was directly assigned.

As long as the reference was clear, there were no significant problems.

'As for the honorable name of Lord Shenxiu, let's not use it here.'

'After all... I haven't done anything good in other people's livestock fields.'

'When committing bad deeds, who in hell gives their real name!'

…

"Lord of Mediocrity? The Lord of Mediocrity, the King of Decay?"

Xiaoyezi subconsciously recited the names, feeling a force of decay and ruin, like a physical palm, grasping her soul, causing both her body and heart to shudder…

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