Changlefang was still completely silent. There were hardly any people to be seen along the way. Only some wandering ghosts were floating around, making this market town look like a ghost town.
Shen Luo didn't know what was so strange in the dark clouds in the sky, so he didn't fly on his sword rashly. Instead, he carefully shuttled through the streets and alleys, trying his best to avoid those evil spirits. Only when there was no escape would he take the risk to attack, but he would also strive to kill with one blow and minimize noise.
He walked and stopped along the way. In addition to encountering a large number of ghosts, he also met some human cultivators. However, it was difficult to distinguish between friends and foes, so Shen Luo did not provoke any of them. He just silently remembered everything he saw and heard in his heart.
However, what puzzled him was that he did not see anyone from the Tang Dynasty government along the way. After all, with such a big mess, government officials should be dispatched to clean up the mess.
After Shen Luo passed through three markets in succession, he was almost at the border of Yongyefang. He heard bursts of shouting and killing all around again, and he finally saw the government officials again.
He happened to meet a group of government soldiers on the street who were fighting with a dozen ghosts. He helped to kill them, and then, under the leadership of an old soldier, ran straight to the gate.
There were seven or eight camps built on the street outside Yongyefang Gate, with a large number of soldiers stationed around them. There were also monks in the camps, and the whole place was in a state of wartime alert.
Shen Luo was allowed to enter the town only after a strict interrogation and with the testimony of the old soldier.
As soon as he entered Yongyefang, he was shocked by the scene before him. He saw simple tents set up everywhere in the streets and alleys of the square, all of which were occupied by civilians who had fled from all over the south of the city. They all looked grim and were obviously still frightened.
"How could this happen?" Shen Luo frowned and sighed.
Judging from all the signs, the severity of the disaster in Chang'an City was far beyond his imagination.
"Alas, Immortal Master, you don't know that this time the attack of thousands of ghosts happened too suddenly. Almost all the towns and cities in the south of the city were plagued by ghosts at the same time, catching the city defense off guard. By the time they reacted, it was already too late." The old soldier sighed.
"It's clear that there is someone behind this ghost plague. It's a conspiracy attack on Chang'an City. It's not easy to deal with." Shen Luo said.
"That's right. Last night, the government urgently joined forces with some other monks in the city to eliminate the ghost plague. Although they did not gather all their forces, their strength should not be underestimated. What was the result? They still failed to kill all the ghosts. They could only block them on the line from Yongyefang to Chongfufang. The entire southern part of the city has been lost." The old soldier sighed and continued.
Upon hearing this, Shen Luo said nothing more and began to think about Qian Tong and the other two people he had met before. He felt more and more uneasy.
Seeing that he didn't speak for a while, the old soldier spoke again to comfort him:
"Master, don't worry. The Tang government is not easy to mess with. It's just that they haven't integrated their forces yet, so they haven't launched a full-scale counterattack. And there's news that the city has sent people out of the city to ask for help from the Huasheng Temple and other immortal sects. Once the reinforcements arrive, we will attack them from both inside and outside, from the front and back, and I guarantee that none of them will be able to escape."