Jett got dressed, put on a black mask, and went out.
Since it was daytime, he wasn't in a hurry to head to the deserted mountain mentioned by Trevor. After all, ghosts preferred the night, and going there during the day would probably be useless.
Instead, he went to a modern iron smithy he had seen during the day.
He heard from the people around that the craftsmanship there was excellent, so he planned to have a mask made.
The face mask was fragile and could be easily lifted, so he felt it would be better to prepare a mask.
After all, he always preferred to make a fortune quietly.
"This should be the place."
Jett walked in and immediately saw a muscular, shirtless man forging iron in front of a furnace. Such people were rare in modern society.
"Master, do you have any masks?"
Jett looked around and saw the walls filled with various shapes of swords, spears, sticks, and clubs. The craftsmanship was indeed excellent.
"Mask?"
The boss put down his tools, glanced at Jett, and asked, "No masks here, but I could make one for you."
"Great, then please make a mask that fits my face."
After speaking, Jett paused, then looked up and asked, "I just don't know how long it will take."
"It depends on your requirements. If you need something more intricate, it might take longer, about two or three days. For a regular mask, it's faster. If we start now, it could be made by the afternoon."
Hearing this, Jett lowered his head to think, then looked up and said, "Make a simple mask for me first."
"Okay."
The boss didn't ask further and directly agreed.
"How much?"
"A regular mask isn't difficult. Just give me 100, and the quality will definitely satisfy you."
Without hesitation, Jett promptly took out the cash and placed it on the table.
"You could look around, or you could wait here."
After speaking, the boss went to select the materials.
Jett didn't leave and instead walked around the shop. He loved martial arts and naturally liked things like swords, spears, sticks, and clubs. If he found something he liked, he might continue to visit this place in the future.
In the afternoon, the boss handed a mask to Jett.
Jett held it in his hand, tried it on his face, and nodded satisfactorily.
It was completely black, covering his entire face, fitting perfectly with his appearance, and didn't cause much discomfort.
"Thanks. I'll be leaving now."
After speaking, Jett gave a greeting and left.
...
When Jett arrived at the deserted mountain in the eastern suburbs, it was completely dark, and the surroundings were silent, without a single light or human figure.
He could feel that the Yin energy here was very heavy, indicating that many ghosts and other filthy creatures had gathered.
"Such a large deserted mountain, where should I look?"
Walking in the deserted mountain, Jett looked around but didn't see a single ghostly figure.
If he didn't know that Trevor's life and death were in his hands, he would have thought he had been deceived.
"I should have asked more clearly earlier."
Jett had no choice but to continue walking in the mountain.
One always encounters ghosts when walking at night, and finally, he met a small, lonely creature.
It could be called a small creature, as it looked like a seven or eight-year-old child.
"Little friend, where are you going?"
Jett walked over to the child and asked.
At this moment, the child turned around, staring at him with blood-red eyes. Its face looked similar to an ordinary child, but the dense blood light in its eyes told Jett that this little creature was not kind.
"Hmm... Are you a human?" The child sniffed, smelled a human scent, and its eyes glowed with blood, looking like it wanted to eat someone.
"Kid, don't ask so much. Just tell me where you're going now."
Having been seen through, Jett wasn't afraid and continued to ask.
"You dare to wander around and even ask me for directions? You're really a foolish person."
The child grinned malevolently, feeling that the person before him was an idiot. Who else would he ask for directions? Asking a ghost for directions was like walking into a trap.
The next second, a slap landed on his face. He didn't die, but he was slapped and rolled far away.
"No manners. Don't you know you should speak respectfully to your elders?"
Jett deliberately controlled his strength, afraid that he might accidentally kill the little creature he had finally encountered.
Blood Child was now completely confused. He had been slapped?
Anger surged in his heart. He got up from the ground and couldn't help but roar.
"Damn..."
Before he could finish the word, he was slapped again.
"Speak properly, or don't blame me for not giving you a chance."
After speaking, Jett shook his right hand.
After this slap, Blood Child was fully awake. He realized he had encountered a tough opponent. Just from those two slaps, if he received a few more, he would probably die on the spot.
"S...sorry."
Looking at the raised palm, Blood Child struggled for a while and finally apologized.
"That's better. Don't use dirty language in the future, okay?"
After speaking, Jett even patted Blood Child's head.
Under the threat, Blood Child could only nod obediently.
Subsequently, Jett began asking about the matter of the Ghost King of Vogo.
"Now, I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer. You should know the consequences if you don't."
Blood Child nervously glanced at Jett's hand and nodded obediently.
"First, why are you here?"
"The Ghost King here invited all major ghosts to gather, saying there's a major matter to discuss. Any ghost above the level of evil ghost could participate, so I came."
"Second, do you know what the gathering is for?"
"I don't know the specifics, but it seems to be related to a temple."
A temple?
What was this place?
Afterwards, Jett asked some more detailed questions and learned that participating in this opportunity actually required an invitation.
"Where's your invitation?"
Jett lowered his head and asked with narrowed eyes.
"Here it is."
Blood Child obediently took out his invitation. It was a yellowed piece of paper with some writing that Jett couldn't recognize.
It seemed to be the writing of ghosts.
"One last question. Could humans participate in this party?"
This was very important to Jett. Originally, he came to kill ghosts, but now knowing there was a big secret, he naturally wanted to continue exploring. If he could participate, that would be best. If not, he would have to resort to force.
"Yes!"
"How so?"
"Evil cultivators are similar to ghosts. As long as they're bad enough, they should be able to."
Hearing this, Jett was delighted. It was good that he could participate.
"Um, could I go now?"
Blood Child's eyes were timid, and he looked innocently at Jett.
His childlike appearance could indeed evoke sympathy from ordinary people.
However, the blood light in his pupils betrayed him, indicating that he was a ruthless, ghost killer.
"Yes. I'll send you on your way."
Jett's eyes were cold as he killed Blood Child with a single palm, without mercy.
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