The entire pedestrian street echoed with the Crying Ghost's intentions, hundreds of people speaking through tears—a scene that sent shivers down the spine.

Their eyes had completely lost any semblance of life, as if their eyeballs no longer existed, with tears streaming endlessly from their hollow sockets.

After listening to the Crying Ghost, Wu Liang raised an eyebrow and said, "Triton? Are you a mythical figure too? Why are figures from Greek mythology making cameos in Huaxia? If Queen Mother of the West hadn't been taken down by me, she would definitely come out and fight you!"

This name clearly originated from Triton, Son of Poseidon—the Sea Messenger in Greek mythology.

However, at present, this thing is obviously not the same as the Triton of mythology, probably just sharing the same name.

After all, the Triton in Greek mythology is depicted as a mermaid-like figure with a human upper body and fish tail, wielding a trident, with a sea snail shell hung at his waist that could stir or calm the waves.

He doesn't appear to be the kind of entity that could come ashore and infect with supernatural crying.

"Why... why don't you cry..."

"The pain of losing a homeland..."

"Have you been assimilated by humans..."

The Crying Ghost's words continued to pass through the mouths of the people, leaving Wu Liang bewildered.

What does it mean that I've been assimilated by humans? I'm a genuine human, damn it! An authentic human!

Huh? Wait a minute!

Could it be that it thinks I'm a ghost?

Thinking of this, Wu Liang involuntarily revealed a mischievous smile, a playful idea popping up in his mind...

It's not really surprising for the Crying Ghost to make this odd judgment, mainly because Wu Liang gave it an extremely peculiar vibe.

Normally, it senses anyone who hears the crying and is infected by the supernatural.

After all, now through those infected, it can communicate like this.

Even targets like He Zhan, who are being invaded by supernatural infection but haven't succeeded yet, the Crying Ghost can feel their resistance using suppressive powers.

Only Wu Liang was different.

Others infected by the supernatural felt like they had been drenched with a bucket of water—inevitably soaked.

But when supernatural infection passed to Wu Liang, it was as if the bucket of water vanished completely into the ocean, let alone providing any feedback.

The Crying Ghost felt like another Fierce Ghost from the City Destruction was wandering its domain.

Moreover, this entity completely ignoring its supernatural infection appeared to the Crying Ghost as someone from the Lost Realm, also known as its Golden City.

Thus, mistakenly, the Crying Ghost not only deemed Wu Liang a Fierce Ghost but also someone who escaped during the Golden City's purge.

"Ah... Pain, of course pain! But knowing oneself and the enemy leads to hundred battles, a hundred victories! O Prince, do you recall why our nation was buried back then?"

Wu Liang's face instantly showed extreme sorrow, even his eyes turned red, blood veins filled his eyes, appearing as if he desperately wished to be buried with the Golden City under the sea.

Truthfully, no one else could achieve such control over his body.

Listening to this, the Crying Ghost hiding secretly was filled with anger, while surrounding pedestrians showed gritted teeth expressions.

Coupled with the constant tears streaming down their faces, the street seemed like a chaotic spectacle.

"Humans... the ones who destroyed the Golden City..."

"Their blood relatives... will become sacrifices for the Golden City's return!"

"This is the opportunity gained by sacrificing tens of thousands of citizens... I will lead you in executing the divine will once again!"

The Crying Ghost's words touched Wu Liang so deeply that he almost broke down in tears, nearly dropping to his knees to wail.

He pressed his hand against his chest and said with equal grief, "O Prince! Do you know that man's blood relatives now hold high positions! Thousands of Awakened and Symbionts can protect them, fearing no death, rushing to block us!"

"So! To encounter them, to let the Golden City's pain pass to them, I've lurked in human society for years! Now I am close to my goal!"

Wu Liang didn't understand why Fierce Ghosts, these exclusive entities, would form a nation.

He couldn't comprehend why this Triton felt a sense of belonging to the Golden City, and if this guy was a prince, then what exactly was the King?

Could Fierce Ghosts reproduce?

The abstract issue is—just like the Queen Mother of the West before, this creature possessed rationality for communication.

Even this rationality emerged under a distorted thinking usually seen with Fierce Ghosts, it at least gave Wu Liang an opportunity to persuade it.

"Lurking... target?"

The Crying Ghost seemed puzzled by this concept, desiring only to expand the scope of supernatural infection until Director Long and the old man were covered.

Despite possessing rational communication, its thinking remained twisted like that of a Fierce Ghost.

Like the saying goes, "A fish doesn't know the happiness of falling into a net."

Humans can't understand fish thoughts, and similarly, Fierce Ghosts can't comprehend human schemes.

Whether in terms of structure or logic, humans and ghosts are entirely different entities, to the extent that it's debatable whether ghosts can be classified as species.

"Indeed! O Prince! You just need to stay close to me, follow me back to human society, naturally you will meet the blood relatives of that person and use them to bring back our lost homeland!" Wu Liang said, tears pouring.

As if he truly awaited this opportune moment for years.

The unexpected words left the Crying Ghost somewhat stunned.

It sensed the curse imprinted in its soul and found the three targets still far away.

With He Zhan's arrival, it realized there existed humans capable of hindering its supernatural infections, considering that he hadn't started to cry yet.

Thus it instinctively said, "Homeland... is soon reappearing?"

Having spoken, the Crying Ghost, hiding deep within the crowd, began to float out slowly.

Its eerie specter-like figure, as intangible as a Ghost, drifted towards Wu Liang—palm-sized yet exuding fear that made surrounding pedestrians cry bloody tears.

Even Wu Liang could feel his facial muscles unable to hold back the tears.

But the presence of the Ghost Compendium immediately dispersed such tension.

"My honorable Prince! Please approach a bit closer, let me admire your majestic figure!"

Watching the Crying Ghost's little boy-like phantom growing closer, Wu Liang trembled as he spoke those nauseating words, while a rusty kitchen knife slowly slipped into his hand beneath his sleeves, and the Nightmare Mask at his waist began to emit an eerie glow.

Triton? Son of Poseidon? Sea Messenger?

Didn't Queen Mother of the West boast about delivering heavenly justice upon me?

The grass at her grave has grown nearly two meters high now, who do you think you are?

"I slay pseudo-gods like you!"

"You've been a ghost for so many years, today you'll witness something more terrifying than ghosts—a human's filthy heart..."

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