It's no wonder that whenever I hear the news, I often find reports of pilgrims trampled to death or severely injured while making their journey to holy sites. It's all due to their intense devotion. If they are worshipping the true God—who created heaven, earth, and all things—then that makes sense. But if they are worshipping false gods or even demons, what benefit could that bring? Blessings come from the true God, while disasters come from the demons. Moreover, the Old Zhi is the God of Light, yet no one seems to recognize Him! Indeed, Old Zhi is a mortal who has ascended to divinity through cultivation—how could people not recognize Him? That doesn't matter, though. At the crucial moments, I will ensure that they remember Me. This world needs Me. I am the one who brings light to the entire world, dispelling darkness and gloom. Demons are not merely Satan alone. Though Satan is the great demon, there are many others like him throughout the cosmos, each ruling over their own domains, acting as they please, scattered across the corners of this dark world. As Guan Liang was thinking this, he completely forgot about his defensive movements. Suddenly, he felt himself being forcefully pushed forward, "Ah!" he cried, stumbling as he ended up carrying Chen Yuting. With one foot, he stepped into a black well the size of a manhole cover. Both he and Chen Yuting plummeted swiftly downward. At that moment, Guan Liang immediately activated his body's energy. His Spirit-Perceiving Eye had revealed that the well was deep and utterly black, as if they had entered a realm of hell. Chen Yuting saw numerous skeletons and the bones of the dead around her, and screamed loudly—luckily, Guan Liang had pressed his mouth against hers to muffle the sound. But it was too late; the human scent emanating from Guan Liang and Chen Yuting stirred the ancient spirits of the dead. Countless ghosts, rising from the ground, from caskets, and from the morgue, began to move, turning their bodies and gazing fearfully around them, their eyes filled with intense excitement at the delicious aroma of human flesh. The ghouls, parched and thirsty, surged wildly toward Gao Liang and Chen Yuting, led by the Ghost King. One ghoul's claw nearly snatched Chen Yuting's hair, causing her to shriek again. Gao Liang moved swiftly, drawing his Napoleon-style sword from his waist and delivering a solid blow to the ghoul's arm. The arm snapped off, and Gao Liang thought he was safe—only to find that the ghoul's arm repositioned itself and seamlessly reattached. This was something Gao Liang had never encountered before. Good heavens! Today's old comrade has truly encountered ghostly mastery. Gao Liang had once bravely fought the Zombie King Zhao Fucai and battled countless zombies. The zombies' hallmark was their resilience—they never died, and when killed, they instantly revived, multiplying with each encounter. Yet, through his own perseverance and determination, Gao Liang ultimately defeated Zhao Fucai. Old comrade is here to uphold justice, rooting out the demons. This time, it's a restless spirit—a type of ghost from medieval Europe, a foreign spirit, arguably even more formidable than the ghosts native to our Chinese culture. After all, foreigners are taller and stronger-built, while the average Chinese citizen tends to be shorter and less muscular. Even their genitalia are somewhat smaller. Yet, in my case, it's entirely different. Thanks to specialized physical training, I have a perfectly balanced height and weight, and my once-smaller member has grown steadily—first into a medium size, then into a large one—now rivaling even that of Europeans and Africans. My several wives both admire and are occasionally afraid of this impressive attribute. My star wife, Dong Jiao, became deeply enchanted by my body yesterday—not only out of genuine affection, but especially because of this robust and impressive member. She is utterly captivated, so enchanted that she feels as if she's floating in heaven, unable to stop being drawn to me. It's no wonder he stayed up all night, enchanted and eager to keep going—whenever she mentioned where Hengliang was, she'd follow right there. Previously, Dong Qiao never said such things, proving that my husband truly possessed a woman's charm. The scene now shifts to Hengliang. Countless ghosts surged wildly toward Hengliang and Chen Yuting. Hengliang, carrying Chen Yuting on his back and simultaneously flying, was at a disadvantage in strength and faced a cramped space that made it difficult to unleash his divine-level abilities. Pressed by the dead ghosts, Hengliang was forced into a corner—a dead-end spot. "Hahahaha!" The European Ghost King laughed wildly. With his sharp teeth fully exposed and his lantern-like eyes glaring, he exhaled a truly foul stench. Chen Yuting had never seen such a ghost before—she was instantly frightened and nearly fainted. Hengliang had to break free; he wouldn't be defeated. In a moment of urgency, Hengliang thought quickly and came up with a plan. He immediately took out a mirror from his person and placed it against the wall. The ghosts had never seen mirrors before. When they saw their own reflections—identical opponents—immediately, they roared with fury. As they roared, they were astonished to find that the reflections were roaring too, which enraged them further. They reached out, striking the mirror with their hands. "Ah! Oh my! Oh no!" The ghosts were utterly stunned. They had no idea this mirror was no ordinary one—it was the "Murder Mirror" that High Bright had once kept at the Palace of Versailles. At that very moment, the Ghost King began to bleed from his head, collapsing to the ground with a loud thud. Other ghosts who had gazed into the mirror also started bleeding from their heads, and instantly, countless ghosts grew profoundly frightened, watching their king fall into a pool of blood, their hearts trembling with dread. High Bright held the "Murder Mirror," and every ghost who came into contact with it fell to the ground, all dying from bleeding at the brain. Hah! Truly unexpected—the "Murder Mirror" turned out to be a "Ghost-Killing Mirror" as well. Chen Yuting watched her husband wielding this powerful weapon with great astonishment and delight. Immediately reached out to snatch it, but was himself in great danger—by accident, he was struck by the light, and Chen Yuting's body began to bleed rapidly. At this moment, it was also unfortunate that Gao Liang made a small mistake: he had forgotten that the "killer mirror" was only effective for three minutes; once that time passed, it would automatically lose its power. As soon as the mirror failed, the small spirits began to stir and rush toward Gao Liang. Chen Yuting, now seriously injured and in great peril, had no strength left to continue fighting against the spirits. Moreover, the ghost king, who had suffered a brain hemorrhage, reappeared in his vision, leading the other spirits once again to confront him. "Husband! I can't go on! Don't worry about me! Please, hurry and escape!" It was Chen Yuting's faint, barely audible voice. Gao Liang felt his heart tighten and immediately began to flee. When the smaller spirits surged forward, Gao Liang drew a water cannon from his waist. This was a combat equipment from the Yue Guang Treasure Box inventory—now, as the radiant god of light, he could freely summon gear from the inventory at will. Using a high-pressure water jet, Gao Liang swept the spirits with powerful bursts. The water came from the Water Dragon Pearl within him, which flowed like an endless ocean—unending and inexhaustible. This was the first time Gao Liang had displayed his water cannon, and it was the first time he had truly exuded his grandeur.