Dayuan City.
Taiping Town, newly built sixty years ago, has now transford into an ancient town full of a sense of history.
The mottled walls and uneven blue brick roads witnessed the town's forr prosperity.
But the town has fallen into desolation again, as things change and people are gone.
Only so elderly residents remain living in the town, while most have gradually moved away for various reasons. Only during tourist season do so visitors co to play.
In Taiping Town, there is a shrine.
No matter how many years have passed, outsiders are still forbidden from entering.
At night, the shrine is empty, yet it has been tended to for sixty years without the slightest sign of decay.
Today, incense is burning in the shrine as usual, with a faint scent of sandalwood perating the air.
At this mont.
A middle-aged woman, about fifty years old, wearing old floral clothes, stands motionless in front of the rows of morial tablets. She looks at the nas on the tablets with a slightly complex gaze, as if recalling sothing.
She is He Yiner.
The last person of Taiping Ancient Town.
The last generation of Soul Summoners.
"The new generation of supernatural resurgence has begun. Normally, as the Soul Summoner of Taiping Ancient Town, I should start nurturing new ghost tars, reopen Ghost Street, and revitalize Taiping Ancient Town... even search for the right person to succeed as the fifth generation Soul Summoner."
He Yiner sighed softly at this mont: "For this, I even made many plans and preparations, and even started planning to take action, but it's unnecessary now."
"Yang Jian is still alive. He has beco that unique existence, possessing the ability to completely end the era of supernatural events. As the fourth generation Soul Summoner of Taiping Ancient Town, let it end here. Let this place beco an ordinary town again; there is no need for the unfortunate supernatural to continue being passed on."
After thinking for a long ti, He Yiner made a difficult decision in her heart.
She set aside the career she struggled for sixty years, willing to be swallowed by an era of peace, unwilling to let the title of Soul Summoner appear again in the supernatural circle.
"Without a Soul Summoner, the secrets of this shrine no longer need to be kept." He Yiner pondered for a mont and took out the relics carefully preserved under each morial tablet.
These relics were ant to be passed down from generation to generation as the foundation of the Soul Summoners, to fight against those terrifying ghosts.
But now, these relics have lost their value because there won't be any more ghosts rampaging outside.
"Disturbing the spirits of the dead is not good, but they should know that today, the era of supernatural has ended, and they can rest in peace."
Looking at the pile of old relics in front of her, He Yiner took a deep breath, then her gaze beca determined, without any hesitation, she directly used the supernatural ability of the Soul Summoners.
Using relics as a dium, she summoned the spirits of the deceased to linger in reality.
The returned spirits possess all the supernatural powers they had in life, aiding the Soul Summoner in dealing with various supernatural dangers.
However, the summoned spirits also retain their mories from life, which brings nurous uncertainties. There's a real chance that awakened spirits might be hostile to the Soul Summoner, and wouldn't hesitate to act against them. Thus, soul summoning is a risky endeavor.
He Yiner touched the pile of relics, and at this mont, strange white smoke began to pervade the surroundings.
The supernatural power of soul summoning affected this shrine.
After many years, that familiar cold aura spread once again.
"The souls summoned this ti are dangerous, they were the top ghost tars from the Republic of China Period. If they lose control, I might even be killed." He Yiner couldn't help but slowly retreat, trying her best to leave the area covered by the smoke.
Quickly.
He Yiner retreated to the entrance of the shrine.
anwhile, several cold and eerie figures had already appeared within the dense smoke.
"I didn't expect to awaken again. This kind of supernatural power should be that of the Taiping Ancient Town's Soul Summoner."
A hoarse and lifeless voice echoed, signaling the resurgence of the ghost tars from the Republic of China period.
"Luo Qian, haven't heard your voice for a long ti. What's happened this ti for the Soul Summoner to summon all of us old guys out at once?" Another old yet indifferent voice responded.
A man with a face full of corpse spots and a body as cold as ice erged from the white smoke; he was Luo Wensong, once the first manager of the Ghost Post Office.
"I haven't detected any other malicious ghosts around. Is the Soul Summoner recklessly using relics? Spending all the relics we left behind in life at once is not a wise move, cough cough."
A slight cough sounded, followed by an old woman bent over with a humped back, carrying an old bamboo basket, walking slowly out of the white smoke.
"ng Xiaodong? How interesting it is that despite our deaths years ago, we have a chance to reunite." Then a pleasant laughter echoed, sounding like a ghost in the mountains, making one inexplicably uneasy.
A touch of red light erged amid the white thick smoke, and a bizarre young woman wearing a cheongsam, elegant in posture and beautiful in appearance, appeared.
"Zhang Youhong? I'm truly envious, dying earlier than and still reviving so young." ng Xiaodong said, then sighed: "It's a pity we can't see Big Brother; even the Soul Summoner can't summon him."
"Luo Qian, Luo Wensong, ng Xiaodong, Zhang Youhong... interesting. I can roughly guess the reason why these old antiques of ours have gathered." Another figure appeared within the smoke—a thin-skinned blind old man, smiling as he erged.
He was Zhang Bohua, the last remaining legacy from the Republic of China Period.
"Zhang Bohua, the mont I saw you, I understood. It must be that unique exception you ntioned." A tall black figure suddenly appeared, shrouded in shadows, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
This person was Li Qingzhi, who once single-handedly sealed off a supernatural site.
His appearance signified the re-ergence of the top ghost-controller team from the Republic of China Period.
However, due to the uniqueness of Zhang Dong, even with relics left behind, there's no way for spirits to return.
"A unique exception? Who? I just used the Ghost Domain to scan an area of a hundred kiloters around, and besides the Soul Summoner at the door, there wasn't a single ghost controller or even a fierce ghost. Don't tell the Soul Summoner is the exception; she's good, but not good enough for to weigh."
Luo Wensong squinted, his finger covered with corpse spots tapping gently on his thigh, emanating a strong sense of danger as if ready to strike at any mont.
"Calm down, Luo Wensong, don't think of making a move at the slightest disagreent. Since you've determined the surroundings, you should know that a supernatural era without supernatural events is the greatest abnormality," Li Qingzhi said.
"So, it's not that there are no ghosts nearby, but that they've all been dealt with, which is why it's so peaceful outside?" Sexton Luo Qian's dead eyes turned slightly, eventually resting on He Yiner at the door.
"Who ended the supernatural era successfully?"
At this mont, Zhang Bohua beca slightly excited. He never thought the thing he'd waited for all his life would actually succeed today.
Beside him, Zhang Youhong's eyes flickered with a playful smile, and ng Xiaodong's old face tensed, also seriously looking at He Yiner.
The six top ghost controllers from the Republic of China Period were all waiting for that answer to erge.
He Yiner, who had seen many ups and downs, still felt imnse pressure at this mont. She cald herself before speaking: "You're all veterans in the supernatural world, there's no need for to explain too much, and you've guessed why I summoned you."
"The supernatural era has completely ended, there will no longer be a need for Soul Summoners in Taiping Ancient Town, nor for you spirits to reappear in the world. So this is my last summoning. I want you to see this beautiful future."
"Of course, I am not the one who ended the supernatural era."
"Where is he? We still have ti for the summoning. With my ability, there's still ti to et him," Zhang Bohua imdiately asked.
Luo Wensong squinted, "If it's too far, it won't work; I still want so ti to weigh this young fellow."
"Luo Wensong, give it a rest. Anyone who can end the supernatural era must have surpassed any one of us. If you think about weighing others, you probably aren't even qualified." Luo Qian coldly retorted, his face like a lifeless carcass.
"So... where is the person?" ng Xiaodong asked.
He Yiner promptly replied, "He is everywhere."
With those words.
The six top ghost controllers from the Republic of China Period were montarily stunned before sizing up their surroundings once more.
"I see, does it require a dium to see him?" Li Qingzhi quickly realized, speaking in a deep voice, "Tell , what is the dium?"
"A na. When the supernatural appears, soone calls out that na, and he will manifest," He Yiner at this mont pulled out a newspaper.
The newspaper was three months old, privately published by a reporter nad He Feng. It's said this reporter He Feng was investigated and confined for it, though he was later released for so reason.
The newspaper had only one page, depicting the existence of ghosts in this world and so hidden truths.
In the middle of the page, however, were two large characters, almost taking up the entire page.
"Is this na the dium?" ng Xiaodong's expression shifted subtly as if the na rang a bell.
Luo Wensong said, "Zhang Bohua, let be the first to witness this person who can end the supernatural era."
After he finished speaking, he called out the na without hesitation.
"Yang Jian!"
Under the fulfilled conditions, these two words had already beco taboo in the supernatural circle. The mont they were uttered, changes occurred above Taiping Ancient Town.
The night sky was suddenly engulfed by a dazzling golden light.
Within the golden light appeared a staircase reaching toward the sky.
The steps seed to be forged from gold, radiant and captivating, and at the end of the staircase stood a figure like a divine presence that dared not be gazed upon directly.
Common folk could not perceive this figure clearly, only vaguely seeing that he held a long red spear, with a terrifying eye on his forehead.
And with this figure's arrival, the entire Taiping Ancient Town appeared enwrapped in raging flas, blazing fiercely.
The blazing fire had no impact on the ordinary people asleep at night, but within the sea of flas, eerie and terrifying ghostly figures could be seen. These ghosts howled in the fire, emitting disturbing cries, like a scene from hell.
The six top ghost controllers from the Republic of China Period furrowed their brows slightly, speechlessly gazing up at the sky toward that unfathomable figure like a deity.
As veterans of the supernatural circle, they could clearly feel how terrifying this person who supposedly ended the supernatural era truly was.
However, the more that was the case, the more restless they felt inside.
"If the six of us join forces, could we possibly weigh this unique exception who ended the supernatural era?" Luo Wensong squinted, still eager to act.
The others, hearing this, felt slightly tempted.
If even the six of them combined were not a match, then the future of this world would indeed be truly bright.
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