Elf: I, the Lord of Ghosts, lead the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts

Xia Chan walked out of the community and saw Wang Ting’s matte black magnetic levitation car at a glance.

"Uncle Wang, you are dressed so cool today. Could you have just come back from a date?" As soon as they got in the car, Xia Chan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, started joking to Wang Ting, who was sitting next to them in a suit and tie.

"Dating? I've dedicated half my life to the country! Now, in my forties, I don't even have a girlfriend. Who am I going to date?

You stinky boy, did you deliberately make me angry or was it an accident?" Wang Ting laughed and scolded Xia Chan, then started the car.

"I was careless on purpose!" Xia Chan grinned and said while fastening his seat belt.

"Don't talk about me. I heard that you have been posting spiritual blogs every day to confess your love for Ling Tian's daughter?" Wang Ting asked casually while controlling the steering wheel and driving out of the fork in the road.

"It seems to be the case..." Xia Chan touched his head and said ambiguously.

"What do you mean by 'seemingly'? Yes, yes, I won't stop you!

I support your free love, but you have to focus on elf training.

The world will become more and more dangerous in the future, you must be able to protect yourself, I don't want to be the last one to die!" Wang Ting said earnestly with a serious look on his face.

He truly treated Xia Chan as his own child. He didn't want Xia Chan to waste his talent because of love, and he didn't want him to encounter any unexpected events.

"Uncle Wang, don't worry! From now on, I will focus on training the elves and won't send out those messy things anymore.

What's more, given your physical condition, even if you live normally, you might be able to outlive me!" Xia Chan promised after hearing this.

Ever since he defeated Liu Zhen, a sophomore, many people thought that he and Ling Ye were a good match, and they no longer cared about his confession to Ling Ye. And he had already posted all the private photos of Ling Ye in his hands.

After the last lesson, Ling Ye became extremely wary of his "good brother" Ling Shu, and Xia Chan therefore lost his source of new private photos.

Without the support of the new private photos, the resentment points he collected on the Internet through Lingbo's confession to Ling Ye began to drop exponentially.

After some deep thinking today, Xia Chan decided to stop posting Lingbo content to express his love for Ling Ye from tomorrow. During the following special training period, his main source of resentment value will depend on the native elves in the ghost space!

"Don't talk nonsense to me, you little brat, let's talk business!

You still have to confess your feelings, don't give up.

I have seen Ling Tian's daughter once. She is beautiful and a good match for you." Wang Ting glanced at Xia Chan and then expressed his thoughts.

"No, I'll stay alone with you.

As long as Uncle Wang doesn't find a girlfriend, I won't find one either." Xia Chan had made up his mind, and after hearing what Wang Ting said, he expressed his decision in a joking way.

"You kid..."

"..."

Amidst laughter and joy, Wang Ting drove the magnetic levitation car carrying Xia Chan into the suburban area where the ghost dimension gate was located.

In just one day, layers of protective walls had been built outside the ghost dimension gate. Every gate of each protective wall was guarded by national guards in uniform, and ordinary people could not get close at all.

Wang Ting parked the car nearby, scanned his face to show his ID, and took Xia Chan through the door of the heavy protective wall and walked towards the ghost dimension door.

Xia Chan, who was beside Wang Ting, was shocked but not surprised when she saw this scene. There were similar measures near each dimensional gate. The higher the energy level of the space behind the dimensional gate, the more stringent the defense measures.

There are several dimensional gates with beginner-level alien spaces in the urban area of ​​Jincheng, and there are basic protective measures similar to those here around them.

"Team leader!"

Most of the members guarding the dimensional gate were familiar faces that Xia Chan had seen yesterday. When they saw Wang Ting, they all smiled and greeted him.

Wang Ting nodded repeatedly, then took out an approval form and handed it to the guards here. Although he was the leader of most people here, the rules could not be abolished, and everything had to go according to the procedures.

After the guards confirmed that everything was correct, Wang Ting led Xia Chan into the ghost space.

Coming to the ghost space again, although only one day had passed, Xia Chan's state of mind was completely different from before.

The last time he accidentally came to the ghost space, he knew nothing about everything and had to rely on himself to guess and explore. While he gained something, he also encountered many crises and was very panicked.

But now it’s different. With Wang Ting, a strong man who is at least a first-grade gate-level trainer by his side, he can walk around in this ordinary-level ghost space as he pleases.

"Uncle Wang, you only carry a bag?" Xia Chan was imagining his "vacation" life in the alien space, when he suddenly noticed that Wang Ting, like him, only carried a silver-gray backpack and did not bring anything else.

He clearly remembered that Uncle Wang said on the phone, "You don't need to bring anything. I will prepare it."

"It's all in the backpack." Wang Ting was using a professional instrument to accurately navigate the area reserved for "cleaning" in advance. When he heard Xia Chan's question, he replied casually, "This backpack of mine is the latest space backpack developed, and it has not yet been officially put on sale.

Its principle is similar to that of a Poké Ball. Although this bag is small, it has a full ten cubic meters of space inside.

"Ten cubic meters? Isn't that about the same as his mustard seed space (small)?" Xia Chan thought to himself, pretending to be surprised and said, "So magical! I want it too!"

“Not yet. This backpack of mine is a product under development and belongs to the organization. I am just borrowing it temporarily.

When it is actually on the market, if you want it, I can buy one for you." Wang Ting determined to go to the area to be "cleaned up", and while putting away the equipment and releasing the big electric petrel, he spoke to Xia Chan.

"No, uncle. If I want it, I will buy it with my own ability.

You've done enough for me." Xia Chan replied as Wang Ting stepped onto the back of the big electric swallow.

Wang Ting, who was directing the Electric Petrel to fly to the area to be "cleaned", was a little surprised when he heard Xia Chan's answer, and then said with relief: "Xiao Chan, you have really grown up!"

"Hehe..." Xia Chan smiled slightly, looked at Wang Ting and asked, "Uncle Wang, what did you mean by clearing the alien space?"

The relevant content he searched online was the meaning of "cleaning the alien space". But he knew that Wang Ting's "cleaning" of the alien space was definitely not what he meant.

"The so-called cleaning up of the alien space means to eliminate all the riotous elves in the alien space that have no possibility of being educated and are bent on attacking humans, leaving only friendly and neutral elves." Wang Ting explained concisely after hearing this.

Xia Chan nodded slightly after hearing this, and then remembered that the place where he subdued the dream demon was at home, so he asked again: "What about the friendly and neutral elves left in the different space?"