The tall roof ridge, black stone pillars, a giant drum standing in the courtyard, and fire basins placed in the four directions.

A high table, with dusty scrolls on the left and a quiver of command flags on the right.

Two rows of golden-armored warriors stood before the hall, a row of dark, menacing guillotines on the left, and a rack filled with gloomy, heavy instruments of torture on the right.

As gusts of yin wind rolled in, Hu Ma's shadow, already mysterious and unpredictable in the eyes of those around him, became even more blurred, as if it had vanished completely.

The next moment, when everyone looked again, they saw only his shadow, appearing in the high hall, walking towards the incense table with a mace in hand, and slowly sitting down. At the same instant, the giant drum in the mansion was struck by a golden-armored warrior, and baleful aura surged forth instantly.

The violent and ferocious yin wind howled, blowing against the plaque hanging above the high hall.

As if a thick layer of dust was slowly peeling away under the wind's caress, the characters on the plaque became clear, as heavy as something deeply engraved into the bones, as if to be seen, or perhaps simply to be remembered.

"Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities)!"

"..."

It had appeared!

As early as when the four hall officials appeared, and a mysterious dignitary from the Old Yin Mountain direction, with golden-armored warriors carrying a coffin, mysteriously appeared behind this battlefield, countless hearts had already trembled.

And now, with the phantom of this high hall appearing on the battlefield, countless yin spirits and monsters felt immense pressure surging towards them.

They felt their souls stirring, their knees weakening, and in a daze, they wanted to kneel down.

It wasn't that anyone in the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) wanted them to kneel, but rather that the official authority was too heavy, and the aura of punishment lingered in their hearts.

Those who had done wrong felt their hearts turn to ice, their heads feeling as if they were no longer attached to their necks, and those who hadn't...

...were rare!

So their knees truly disobeyed, stubbornly wanting to kneel.

However, just as they truly listened to their hearts, and a wave of them knelt to the ground, a cold voice suddenly rang out within the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities), which was difficult to discern as real or fake, and suddenly reverberated in everyone's heart:

"Do not kneel!"

"..."

The voice came from within the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities), and even in ordinary speech, it carried an inviolable authority:

"Those without sin, neither kneel nor be punished; those with sin, kneeling will not be forgiven!"

"..."

This voice spread out, instantly surging into the hearts of countless troops and heteromorphs on the field. For a moment, their knees, which had already weakened, straightened up a bit involuntarily.

Before their minds could understand why they weren't allowed to kneel after seeing the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities), which had been absent from the world for so long, when they simply wanted to kowtow and curry favor, their bodies had already subconsciously obeyed, not daring to kneel.

And among these countless people, there were also many followers who did not eat beef, who suddenly trembled in their hearts when they heard these words:

"Ah yo..."

"Could it be that this Young Master Hu is really one of our own?"

"..."

"..."

And just as they were shocked and didn't know what expression to make, they saw the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) appear, and the hazy, blurred figure went straight into the bureau, sat down before the incense table, and only said two sentences. The first sentence was not to kneel, and the second sentence was to draw a command flag from the quiver on the incense table in front of him, without even looking, and throw it directly towards the hall.

Everything was just hazy chaos, just a phantom, even if this phantom could suppress thousands of troops and prevent them from raising their heads.

But that was also illusory. However, when this command flag was thrown into the hall, people could clearly hear the sound of it landing.

At the same moment, among the four hall officials standing behind the army formation, Zhang Agu was also excitedly and reverently looking at the shadow of the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities).

Compared to the shock of others at this moment, because she had seen it once before, the excitement in her heart outweighed the shock. That time, when the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) was born, the Five煞 Gods (Five Evil Gods) that had tormented her for so long were punished, and the statue of the god was beheaded.

But Zhang Agu never felt that it was an honor.

The Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities), which had disappeared for twenty years, only opened for herself, which was not a fortunate thing in her opinion.

She only hoped that the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) could open, not only for herself, but for the people of this world who had been wronged.

It was precisely because of this expectation in her heart that she, who had only walked among the people and was accustomed to such a simple life, had enshrined the token dropped from the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) on her own incense table when she received it.

She wasn't unaware that the token had a very heavy baleful aura, and that even the chickens she raised had stopped laying eggs because of it, but she knew that when the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) opened, someone would need to work and be willing to take on this matter.

The same was true at this time. Seeing the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) truly opening before everyone, and seeing the shopkeeper...that dignitary, truly entering the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) and sitting behind the desk, she felt more excitement about the realization of her expectations than shock.

At this time, Hu Ma threw down the sub-token, and at the same time, the token in her hand also vibrated.

There were ghosts and gods in the dark, leaning down to her ear, whispering to her what to say, what to do, and what responsibilities to bear. So she tried her best to prevent her legs from trembling, and slowly walked forward.

Forcibly suppressing the panic in her heart, and also trying to replace her country accent with Mandarin: "The Lord of Guan Province has violated the boundary without orders. First, take him to the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) for questioning!"

After all, for her, such polite words were forced, so her voice was not loud.

However, under the majesty of the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities), with the surging baleful aura, this sentence had an unquestionable power. When many people on the field heard this sentence, they were so frightened that their hearts trembled: "The Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) is open. The first thing is to take down a provincial governor?"

Now, that Lord of Guan Province hasn't been defeated yet!

He was invited to Ming Province, and his divine might was mighty, but he was first suppressed by the altar raised by the ghosts of Ming Province, suppressing the magical power on the altar.

Then he was suppressed on the battlefield by that mysterious and fierce Yin General, making it impossible for him to use his magical power.

But the altar in Ming Province was still there, and the Lord of Guan Province was still well there. This wasn't some lonely ghost, so how could you just say you'd take him down?

Even if you changed the word to "invite," it would seem a little better on the face of it?

But before people could think too much, as Hu Ma threw down the token, a rolling yin wind suddenly rose in the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities). The two golden-armored warriors standing at the front of the two rows of silent figures suddenly flashed with golden light.

Then, with heavy footsteps, they stepped out of the bureau, side by side, and went straight through this oppressive battlefield, towards Ming Province City.

With a "clang" sound, the south-facing gate of Ming Province City opened wide.

When the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) captured people, they always walked through the main gate.

Even though these two golden-armored warriors seemed to be able to easily step over the city walls.

But that wouldn't do. The name wouldn't be right, and the words wouldn't be justified. They had to walk in through this main gate.

"Whoosh!"

Just as these two golden-armored warriors entered the city, there was a rustling sound, and the rolling incense smoke that permeated the city suddenly dissipated, and the cold, oppressive feeling that had enveloped the people of Ming Province for several days disappeared in an instant.

The six town objects located in various places in Ming Province City shattered and cracked at the same moment, falling weakly to the ground, and the plaque of the Ming Province government office also fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the incense table in the heart of the city, offering sacrifices of livestock, was suddenly blown over by a gust of wind.

The tokens inserted next to it became strips of broken cloth.

The altar guardian, Hu Ma's third uncle, shouted loudly and jumped up, but while still in the air, he seemed to be pressed down by a huge force, falling heavily to the ground, his face pale, and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His pupils were even dilated, and he was shouting unconsciously, "You can't..."

"You can't..."

"..."

But no one paid attention to him. In this instant, the people of Ming Province City, whether asleep or awake, heard the thunderous footsteps.

In a daze, they seemed to see two golden-armored warriors, three *zhang* tall, coming side by side to the tallest building in the city, reaching out their hands, stepping on the yin wind gathered by the rolling baleful aura, reaching out their golden giant hands, and reaching for something in that building.

There, was the clay statue of the Lord of Guan Province.

"How dare you do this?"

Facing the vast yin wind and baleful aura blowing in from outside the city, the other two uncles of the Hu family on this high building did not see the appearance of the golden-armored warriors.

It wasn't that their cultivation was low, but rather because they knew too much about the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities), knowing that they couldn't see the golden-armored warriors. If they saw them, it would mean that their souls were suppressed, and they wouldn't dare to resist in front of them.

Therefore, in their eyes, they only saw a gust of wind blowing open the city gate and blowing to this building.

They could even hear the sound of chains and shackles colliding in the wind.

Their hearts trembled, but they gritted their teeth and jumped up. One suddenly tore a piece of red cloth and covered the clay statue of the Lord of Guan Province, while the other stepped forward, raising his hands high, holding a document with the imperial seal.

He shouted loudly, "This is a god bestowed by the late Emperor, enjoying the incense and fortune of the world. Who dares to take him?"

Now, they were gritting their teeth, trying to resist this. The Lord of Guan Province was different from the Five煞 Gods (Five Evil Gods). Perhaps the magical power of the two sides was not far apart, but the Five 煞 were the Hu family's Dharma protectors. If the Hu family wanted to expel them, they would expel them, and if they wanted to kill them, they would kill them.

But the Lord of Guan Province had an identity here. No matter how powerful the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) was, how could it ignore the Emperor's appointment and come directly to take him down?

They still hadn't figured out how that person had avoided the aura pressure of the Heavenly Destiny General, but now they were openly obstructing.

But as they shouted loudly, the figure in the hall of the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) outside the city suddenly sneered, "What imperial decree? What is that worth?"

"You wasted your efforts, thinking of such a vicious method to plot against me, but unfortunately, you were wrong from the beginning..."

"Today, I will show you what the Zhen Sui Bureau (Bureau of Suppressing Calamities) truly is..."

"..."

As he spoke, he suddenly stood up, raising the Zhen Sui *ji jin* mace (mace for striking gold) in his hand high.