Under the pitch-black night, beneath the Blood Moon.
"Zhou the Wealthy" wore a dead man's straw sandals and walked step by step.
Ordinary people could not see Zhou the Wealthy's ghostly body. All they could see was a pair of straw sandals pasted with white paper, heavy with Yin Qi, alternately stepping forward across the ground.
Ghost Thought was formless and could travel a thousand miles in a day.
Zhou the Wealthy's steps looked slow, yet he crossed mountains and passed through earth with astonishing speed.
With the Blood Thread Rope guiding him, the scenery around him continuously shifted—wilderness, mountains, villages, and roads flashing backward in turn.
In less than half an hour, "Zhou the Wealthy" had actually arrived before Houtu City.
"Zhou the Wealthy" wanted to enter Houtu City, but his ghostly body rammed against the city wall for a long while, as though blocked by an invisible force. No matter what he did, he could not pass through.
Inside Zhou the Wealthy's grave in Little Zhou Village.
Zhou Jin spat blood, his gaze icy as he muttered, "The City God Realm..."
He dipped his fingers in blood and drew something upon the ground.
At the same time, bones sprouted from the ground beneath "Zhou the Wealthy," building themselves into a bridge.
Blood threads led the way, White Bones built the bridge. Whenever there was an obstacle that could not be crossed, the White Bones would form a bridge and ferry the ghost across.
Wearing dead man's shoes and stepping upon the White Bone Bridge, Zhou the Wealthy leaped in an instant, vaulting over the city wall and passing into Houtu City.
Zhou Jin vomited another great mouthful of blood. His face was deathly pale, yet he showed no pain. Instead, he smiled bleakly.
"Soon..."
Elsewhere, in Houtu