In the dim tunnel, a little girl wearing a red hat walks upside down on the ceiling, her hands stained with blood. Such a strange and eerie scene is enough to send anyone into a state of shock. Jiang Yuyi furrows her brows, saying, "Sister, I have something here—I'll hang up now... Sister? Sister?" Turning her gaze back from the ceiling, she checks her phone and notices the call has already ended. She then looks at the in-car screen, which now shows no signal. Not only has the power gone out, but the signal has disappeared as well. "Whoa, what in the world is going on?" A man's frightened voice echoes from afar. The cries rise and fall, clearly everyone has seen the girl walking upside down on the ceiling. Though the red hat hides her face, the scene is so strange and haunting that it has deeply frightened the people in the tunnel. "It's a ghost! It's a ghost!" "Hurry up, there's a ghost! There's a ghost in the tunnel!" "Call the police immediately!" One after another, car doors swung open, and the drivers and passengers—some rolling out of the cars, others scrambling—rushed back inside, pale with fear, trying to escape the tunnel. Those who had regained some composure pulled out their phones to call for help, only to find no signal. In short, no one stopped to hold their phone and record this supernatural phenomenon—the ghostly event. Clearly, in the face of genuine terror, fleeing is humanity’s instinct. Suddenly, a middle-aged man, sprinting wildly with a fierce expression, vanished without warning. Then another, then a third, then a fourth… As the little girl in the red hat walked on, more and more people disappeared into the tunnel. Each person she passed seemed destined to vanish. Jiang Yu-ye gasped, pushed open the door, and tried to flee—only for the little girl in the red hat to reach her head. "Click!" The car door opened, and Jiang Yu-ye, just stepping out of the car, was gone. … 8 p.m., a small villa in Fu Family Village. Zhang Yuanqing, having wiped away his blood and sweat, changed into pajamas, chewed on a few pieces of gum, feeling the vibrant energy pulsing steadily in his groin. Just as he was about to cast the Star-Flight technique and enter Guan Ya's room, and then make a determined effort to reach the future child's room, a loud ring from his phone interrupted him. The phone on the desk rang. Zhang Yuanqing glanced at it— the caller ID read "Grandmother." "Grandmother, your grandson is just about to work hard to create a great-grandchild for you," Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile, as he answered. "Yuanzi, Yu'er has gone missing," his grandmother's voice carried both urgency and anxiety. Had Yu'er gone missing? Zhang Yuanqing's face paled instantly, and all thought fled from him. "When did this happen? Please clarify, Grandmother," he called out. As he spoke, he walked over to the bed and quickly put on his running shoes. The voice from the speaker was filled with anxiety from Grandma: "Yu'er hasn't come home from work today. I called her, and the line connected, but no one answered. I then called the hospital, and the on-duty staff told me she wasn't there. 'You know Yu'er always returns home on time,' they said, 'and if she's on duty or undergoing surgery, she always notifies me in advance.' This truly doesn't fit her usual style. Zhang Yuanqing asked, 'Did you tell Uncle? Have you asked him to go check on her at the hospital?' Grandma sighed sadly, 'My brother said that today, many people have gone missing in the inner ring tunnel. Yu'er's car was also in the tunnel—she's gone missing too. He's now busy handling this case, and Grandpa has gone to the police station. You're the only one who can come and stay with me.' Many people missing simultaneously in the inner ring tunnel? Zhang Yuanqing immediately realized this wasn't a routine incident. With a sense of moral responsibility, the spiritual traveler wouldn't target ordinary people without value. Was it someone who had acquired the belongings left behind by the merchant association's president, who now felt overconfident and thus committed the Zhang Yuanqing quickly analyzed the situation and then felt a strong sense of anxiety. The spiritual travelers still hesitated before killing someone; those who had suddenly acquired supernatural abilities, however, would have no hesitation at all—his aunt was in danger. "I know what to do. I'll be right back." Time was pressing, so Zhang Yuanqing swiftly hung up and dialed Fu Qingyang's number. As soon as Fu Qingyang answered, Zhang Yuanqing immediately said, "Boss, I heard there's a case of mass disappearances in the inner ring—my aunt is among them. Who's in charge of the case, and what's the investigation status?" Fu Qingyang replied, "Go to the Kengyang District Public Security Office and find Tian Xia Gui Huo. He just reported this case to me half an hour ago. We haven't reached any conclusions yet." Now that the Money Prince has become a senior elder, he no longer handles every matter personally. "Got it," Zhang Yuanqing said, hung up the phone, opened his inventory, and took out a light blue leather pair of gloves—the Wind-Runner gloves. His body dissolved into a shimmering constellation of starlight, appearing in the courtyard of the villa. Then, with a simple press of his hands against his sides, a fierce wind surged up, lifting him into the night sky, where he swiftly vanished into the darkness. ... Kangyang District Public Security Bureau, Third Floor. Conference Room. Tianxia Guihuo sat in the lead position, one elbow resting on the table, his fingers crossed, listening as Deputy Team Leader Li Dongze reported. "The collective disappearance incident at the Inner Ring Tunnel occurred at 6:30. At that moment, the lighting lamps and surveillance cameras within the tunnel suddenly went out. According to feedback from drivers outside the tunnel, they heard screams." Li Dongze, holding a walking cane, spoke in a steady tone. "They heard people inside the tunnel shouting that they saw ghosts, then getting off their vehicles to flee. Yet strangely, those loud cries quickly faded away. When power was restored, the tunnel was left with only vehicles—no one remained." Li Dongze raised his hand and pressed the remote control, initiating the playback of a video on the projection screen. "This is the video we found in the vehicle's dash cam footage." The team leaders at the table gazed at the screen, where the tunnel interior was dimly lit, illuminated only by the bright beams of headlights. Above the video, in the tunnel's ceiling, a slender figure emerged, walking upside down yet with steady, confident movements. She wore a red triangular hat, its brim pulled low, covering her face. Then came a flurry of chaotic sounds—shouts, running footsteps, the opening of car doors, and cries for help—before, within half a minute, all these scenes vanished. "Now we can confirm this is an event created by a spirit-medium practitioner, with a young girl as the primary subject," Li Dongze said. "We do not yet know whether the missing person is alive or deceased, so we cannot determine whether the young girl is a spirit-medium herself or simply an ordinary person who unexpectedly acquired the necessary tools." "But when I trace back the motive, I'm more inclined toward the latter." Lingjing Xingzhe wouldn't be that boring. "Let me add one point," Qingteng said. "The colleagues from the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau found some bloodstains in the tunnel, which, according to analysis, dripped from above—the tunnel ceiling—likely originating from that young girl." Tianxia Guihuo listened intently, his gaze fixed on the screen. "Li Dongze, step back ten seconds." Li Dongze pressed the "quick retreat" button. Tianxia Guihuo narrowed his eyes, observing the young girl's gait, his well-defined brows furrowed with concentration. "She doesn't appear to have been injured. The bloodstains don't belong to her. She may have just committed a murder before reaching the inner-ring tunnel." The team leaders from Kangyang District exchanged glances, their expressions subtly shifting. Then the "prank" can be ruled out. That red-hat girl is likely a killer—what about the missing persons...? Li Dongze's face twitched slightly: "A total of forty-two people have gone missing. If all of them have been killed..." It would surely become a nationwide scandal. "Unbelievable!" the strongman thundered, slamming his palm on the table, "The spiritual travelers who aren't bound by moral standards are terrifying. We must eliminate her as soon as possible." "Anger clouds judgment and impairs your clarity," said Tian Xia Gui Huo, a fellow Fire Master, criticizing his subordinate. "Where has she gone? Has the surveillance outside the tunnel captured any footage?" Li Dongze shook his head: "The surveillance outside the tunnel has captured nothing. The girl simply vanished from within the tunnel." Tianxia Guihuo said in contemplation, "The行车record camera can capture it, which rules out the possibility of a resentful spirit. However, the surveillance outside the tunnel fails to show it—there's no evidence of sudden, unexplained disappearance. This aspect offers a promising lead; perhaps we can trace the origin of this phenomenon and uncover the function of the object involved." Li Dongze sighed, "All this will take time. I fear the innocent ones..." Tianxia Guihuo frowned, deeply concerned. At that moment, a fierce wind swept in from outside, rattling the windows. Everyone turned to look, only to be stunned to see Master Yuanshen floating outside the floor-to-ceiling window. In the next instant, he transformed into a shimmering stream of starlight, vanishing, then reappearing within that same radiant glow, passing through the window and stepping into the office. "How did you arrive?" Li Dongze asked, momentarily taken aback. If this were ordinary, Zhang Yuanqing would have said: "Recently, I've felt myself lacking in grace, so I've come to listen to Shizhang's teachings, hoping to absorb some of his elegance." But right now, he simply doesn't have the heart. He glances at the video frozen on the screen and says, "Play it again, Shang. Could you go over the investigation findings with me once more?" Li Dongze doesn't even look at his current direct superior—immediately pressing play and relaying to Yuan Sheng all the analysis and conclusions from the meeting. Non-metaphysical travelers are naturally inclined toward killing and often vanish without cause... After hearing the full account, Zhang Yuanqing's inner restlessness intensifies. Since his cousin's disappearance, it's already been over one and a half hours. A woman of such delicate strength, with no means to resist danger—how could she have stood it? As he reflects on this, Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts become chaotic, and his emotions nearly spiral out of control. This has never happened to him in any S-tier quest before. "Are you taking over this matter?" Tian Xia Gui understands Yuan Sheng's intent. Upon hearing this, the captains of the Qingteng White Dragon teams all brighten with relief. "I understand. I'll take charge of this." Zhang Yuanqing nods to the group, his body then dissolving into starlight. …… “Ding-ding~” Zhang Yuanqing rode the wind, practicing the Star-Flight technique, and arrived home in a remarkably short time. Deliberately choosing not to enter the house via teleportation, he entered the password and opened the door. As soon as he stepped inside, his uncle’s reassuring voice came through: “Mom, don’t worry—technology is so advanced now, with surveillance everywhere. Yu'er will be fine.” Then his mother-in-law added: “Yes, perhaps soon Yuanjun will bring Yu'er back. Please don’t worry.” Grandma sat on the sofa, silently weeping. As soon as she saw her grandson return, she immediately set aside her son and daughter-in-law and rushed over to him, “Yuanzi, if my little niece were to have any mishap, how would I live?” “Grandma, please don’t worry—my little niece will be fine,” Zhang Yuanqing said, helping her settle back onto the sofa. At the same time, in Jiang Yu'er’s bedroom, the real Zhang Yuanqing lifted the blanket and examined the bed, now fragrant with the scent of his cousin. He carefully searched the pillow and found a single strand of hair. The Zhang Yuanqing outside is a illusion; the real one has already star-dash-teleported to his aunt's room the moment the door opened. Now it's a race against time—there's no room for delay. Zhang Yuanqing's plan is to use the red ballet shoe's tracking ability to locate his aunt. With two fingers, he plucks a strand of hair and summons the red ballet shoe. "Tap, tap!" The ballet shoe joyfully circles around him. "Hush, my grandmother and uncle are outside..." Zhang Yuanqing murmurs, gently inserting his aunt's hair into the shoe. "Tap, tap..." The tracking function activates automatically. This ballet shoe, existing between reality and illusion, pierces through the walls and rushes off. Zhang Yuanqing immediately casts his star-dash spell to follow. The night is hazy, and he rides the strong wind above the city, beneath a dazzling cityscape of Songhai, with a still fairly clear sky above. Indeed, a fairly clear sky. After mastering flight, Zhang Yuanqing realized that the reason he couldn't see the stars at night was half due to air pollution and the other half due to light pollution. The bright lights of the city masked the stars above the sky. He chased after the red slippers, switching between star-dancing techniques and flight, and after fifteen minutes, he saw the red slippers rush into a tunnel. The inner-ring tunnel? Was Auntie still inside the tunnel?!