Ghost Emperor: If Only Yin Hongye Weren't on Douluo Continent

"What file are we sending?" Mu Hongchen did not refuse when he heard that. Stirring up trouble? Count him in.

"It's a public file, a complex wage settlement system." Yin Hongye's voice carried a teasing note. That thing was no good—it was a wage settlement system that capital had revised time and time again.

It was time for Douluo Continent to experience the charm of legal tax avoidance.

Mu Hongchen glanced at the file and felt that it was full of traps. "With this thing, I could make them owe me three thousand every month. Good stuff!"

"It's fine. Someone will always be tempted." Yin Hongye gave a cold smile. "Oh, send it directly from Shrek Academy's public mailbox."

"Countless conflicts grow out of minor matters, and every organization has its rotten elements." Yin Hongye smiled faintly. "The Federation is like that, and Tang Sect and Spirit Pagoda are no exception. First stir up conflict among the lower ranks, then shift it to the upper ranks."

"You really are afraid these factions won't start fighting." Mu Hongchen smiled calmly. He, too, was the kind of person who wanted the whole world thrown into chaos.

Once those three sides started draining each other, they could watch the people in the council have a friendly exchange.

"By the way, are you planning to train those two little girls?" Mu Hongchen continued.

"We'll see first. Tomorrow, I'll catch two Evil Soul Masters and see what they're made of. If they can't even bring themselves to kill, then they have no talent to speak of."

Yin Hongye looked out the window and instantly spotted several Evil Soul Masters. To him, those Evil Soul Masters were simply far too conspicuous.

"Isn't that a little too cruel?"

"Do Evil Soul Masters have human rights? You're calling it cruel?"

"I mean for those two children."

"What's cruel about it? Killing is a required course. They'll have to face it sooner or later. Besides, weren't your close-range explosion observers Evil Soul Masters too?"

"They volunteered. How can that be compared with those two little girls?"

"If they don't even have the courage to kill, what kind of Soul Masters are they supposed to be?"

Yin Hongye waved a hand and did not continue the topic. The night outside deepened, neon lights flickering in and out in his eyes.

The next morning.

Traffic flooded Mingdu's main roads, and the honking of rush hour rose and fell. Suddenly, the shriek of brakes tore through the street's clamor.

The roof of a moving black Soul Tool sedan was crushed flat by an enormous force. Before the airbags inside could deploy, the doors were ripped open.

A streak of red flashed by. Before the driver could even scream, he was tightly bound by a scarlet ribbon and yanked into the air.

Pedestrians by the roadside stared wide-eyed at the scene. Before they could react, the wall of a nearby apartment building exploded with a thunderous crash.

Amid flying bricks and stones, several more red ribbons shot out, dragging a man in pajamas from the third floor and hurling him straight down. He crashed heavily onto the sidewalk and was tied up like a dumpling before he could even get back to his feet.

Similar scenes unfolded throughout Mingdu—in parking lots, subway stations, fast-food restaurants, office buildings. Wherever Yin Hongye went, traffic collapsed and dust filled the air.

It was like the days when Yin Hongye had roamed Mingdu before, searching everywhere for Evil Soul Masters.

In less than the time it took to burn an incense stick, eight Evil Soul Masters hung from the red ribbons behind him, lined up neatly like eight lambs awaiting slaughter.

Everywhere he passed was left in ruins. Overturned vehicles belched black smoke, shattered streetlights lay across the roads, and pedestrians huddled trembling inside distant shops. He was even more terrifying than a terrorist.

Mingdu's residents were used to it. Wasn't it just Evil Soul Masters getting attacked? If they were not dealt with violently, they would attack them instead.

Of course, the main reason was that Yin Hongye would call anyone who cursed at him an Evil Soul Master, and he felt no pressure whatsoever about doing it.

Yin Hongye also made a call, telling the Federation to clean up the mess.

Vast Sea Douluo was speechless.

Why did this man cause trouble the moment he arrived in Mingdu? And why had so many more Evil Soul Masters appeared in Mingdu?

He had not known about any of them. Damn it, was the Federation's public security just for show?!

Were all those surveillance cameras fake?!

By the time Yin Hongye returned downstairs, the string of Evil Soul Masters behind him had already been piled haphazardly across the road. Some had broken legs, some were covered in blood, and some were still cursing.

"Damn Red Lotus Douluo! Lord Ghost Emperor won't let you off! He'll definitely kill you!"

"That's right! Lord Ghost Emperor definitely won't let you off!"

Yin Hongye ignored them. Kill him? Even he himself did not know how he would die. How could anyone possibly kill him?

Yin Hongye dragged the eight Evil Soul Masters inside, threw them onto the floor, and patted dust that did not exist from his hands.

He pulled two daggers from the Soul Tool at his waist and casually tossed them onto the floor.

With a crisp clatter, the daggers landed and slid to Yuanen Yehui and Na'er's feet.

"Come on, kill them!"

Yuanen Yehui lowered her head to look at the knife by her feet but did not move. Na'er shrank back half a step, her eyes full of fear.

Qian Renxue said, "How old are they? One is not even six, and the other just lost her mother. It's too early for them to be exposed to this."

Yin Hongye tilted his head to look at her, his tone calm. "It's not too early. Some things must be faced sooner or later."

Hearing that, the two children looked at the Evil Soul Masters, their faces full of panic. Naturally, Yin Hongye was in no hurry.

Fear was a creature's instinct.

He would first make them find the courage to hurt someone.

Qian Renxue frowned deeply, her tone clearly disapproving. "Who kills someone at the age of six or seven?"

Yin Hongye turned to look at her. The smile on his face remained as he gave a simple one-word answer.

"Me."

The room immediately fell silent, as though the entire world had plunged into deathly stillness.

Qian Renxue opened her mouth, but swallowed back every word that had reached her lips. She simply could not imagine how Yin Hongye had survived until now.

Yin Hongye no longer paid attention to Qian Renxue's shock. Instead, he tied those Evil Soul Masters up inside the room.

He waited quietly without urging them.

Meanwhile, Ghost Emperor was thinking about how to avoid the calamity that was Yin Hongye. Couldn't this man just leave Douluo Continent?!

Too many of their operations were being restricted.

In the Far North, within a secret chamber built from white bones, Ghost Emperor sat cross-legged in the center of a blood pool, his expression so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water.

Yin Hongye had captured another eight of his subordinates. In broad daylight, he smashed through walls and crushed cars, and his men could be found no matter where they hid.

The problem was that the brat was not weak, and there was something deeply sinister about him. He felt even more sinister than the Nether Emperor.

Ghost Emperor gritted his teeth, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists. Ever since Yin Hongye appeared, they had been forced to avoid him whenever possible.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes.

Not being on Douluo Continent... that was not impossible.

His mind raced. Beyond Douluo Continent, there were Star Luo Continent and Dou Ling Continent. Wherever Yin Hongye went, chaos followed. On Douluo Continent, he was a disaster—but what if he were thrown onto another continent?

If he caused trouble on someone else's territory, he would no longer be a disaster. He would be a weapon.

With Yin Hongye's ability to stir up trouble, it would not take long for him to turn the other side upside down.

When the conflict between the two nations erupted and war began—

The resentful souls that could be harvested from the battlefield would be far beyond what he could gain from secretly carrying out a few attacks.

"I need to plan this carefully. Opportunities like this are rare."