I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 57 This is the sword spirit of the Azure Frost Sword.

At the same time Li Tingyun received the system notification, Mei Shiyu also guessed the answer and couldn't help but frown.

"The Night Wanderer is neither human nor ghost, neither immortal nor demon, and certainly not a monster..."

Wang Wu asked, "What is that?"

Mei Shiyu: "It is formed from the essence of the sun and moon, and can be called a 'spirit'."

Specifically, it is a wisp of spiritual energy, without intelligence or consciousness, and its actions are mostly based on instinct and habit.

The underworld messengers always appear in pairs, such as Ox-Head and Horse-Face, or Black and White Impermanence. The counterpart to the Night Wanderer is the Day Wanderer.

Night-roaming gods prefer to roam the human world at night, while day-roaming gods do the opposite, choosing to patrol the human world only during the day.

These two elves love nothing more than playing pranks on people and causing them trouble.

They were overjoyed whenever they saw someone suffer a major misfortune.

Born a bad seed.

The common saying "being trapped in a maze" usually refers to encountering a wandering spirit that travels day and night, which is considered very unlucky and will surely bring misfortune the next day.

Speaking of the wandering spirits, Wang Wu thought of their perverse pleasures in harming ordinary people and couldn't help but scold them: "These things are no good! When mortals encounter ghost walls, they have to spit or urinate to get out of trouble."

Li Tingyun sneered: "Why don't you go up there and take a piss, and see if you can make it run away?"

Wang Wu shoved him, saying, "If anyone's going, it's you. A boy's urine is more effective!"

Mei Shiyu selectively ignored their verbal dispute.

He simply said, "The Day and Night Guardians are kept by Cui Jue, the judge of the underworld. In order to prevent them from causing trouble in the human world, he sent them to manage the border markets. The border markets are divided into twenty-four hours a day, with the hours of midnight and noon as the boundaries. The Day and Night Guardians each manage half of the market and take turns guarding it."

From midnight to noon, it's the night wanderer's domain.

According to the rules, no one is allowed to move around outside the market during this period.

Just as most cities and towns have curfews to prohibit people from going out at night, the working hours of border markets are also strictly limited.

However, the daily schedule at the border market was rather bizarre: from noon to midnight, you could play freely, but from midnight to noon, you had to hold back even a fart.

In other words, in the border market, everyone stayed up until the early hours of the morning, then slept until noon before crawling out of bed. They only had half a day in the afternoon, but they had a rich nightlife.

Does this sound familiar?

That's right, this hellish schedule is practically spying on the sloppy weekends of college students who are just coasting along.

Li Tingyun finally understood why all the ghosts he had encountered so far, including the Black and White Impermanence, had indelible bruises under their eyes, looked dejected, and were filled with resentment.

Even a ghost can't stand staying up all night!

Of course, this is all a joke.

In this realm where the sun rarely shines, the sense of time is extremely weak, and ghosts and demonic cultivators generally do not need to sleep.

But rules are rules, and during the ban, they could only stay at home and rest properly.

Other creatures that have infiltrated the area also need to find a place to settle down when midnight arrives.

When you're on someone else's turf, you have to abide by their rules.

Li Tingyun and the others, however, spent so much time and caused such a commotion with the Black and White Impermanence after midnight.

They were tearing down the house and fighting, not only disregarding the rules but also slapping the homeowner in the face.

This naturally alerted the Night Watchman.

"No, I can't see anything right now. Where is the Night Wanderer? What's it up to?"

Wang Wu launched into a tirade.

Mei Shiyu heard his voice fading into the distance, as if he were walking away in the dark in the opposite direction, and called out to remind him, "Don't go too far."

"I haven't gone far, I've been standing in the same spot the whole time..."

The sound was almost gone, but it was better than nothing.

Mei Shiyu clenched her fingers and made a grasping motion in the air, but she grasped nothing; the gold ingot... was gone too.

Unbeknownst to them, the three had completely separated and lost contact.

Wang Wu just asked a good question: Where exactly is the Night Wanderer?

Mei Shiyu just wanted to tell him that the moment the sun went out, they had already been swallowed by the Night Wanderer.

"Master...it's so dark here."

Li Tingyun used the Immortal Binding Lock to contact Mei Shiyu. "Strange, I can now move around in all directions, and I can also go up and down. I can go anywhere in all directions, just like floating on water or floating in mid-air."

But he did not feel dizzy, and the feeling of weightlessness was almost negligible, which is contrary to common sense.

Is it because the cultivation world is not under Newton's jurisdiction?

Mei Shiyu said, "Yuanbao, just stand still. Don't even think about getting out."

The Night Wanderer itself is a black mist with no regular shape, like a large patch of rain-covered clouds.

Any living being caught up in it will not face death directly, but will gradually lose its five senses and consciousness. It will drain all its spiritual power, cultivation, and even its bones and blood, and will be decomposed little by little, eventually merging with this black mist.

Once the prey is trapped in the maze, whether it walks or runs, it will only be going around in circles and will have a hard time escaping. It can only slowly move along with the constantly flowing black mist.

Because they are in the dark and have lost their sense of direction, they have no reference points to determine their location, making it difficult to notice this passive and slow "movement".

Thus, unintentionally, the three of them were separated.

Li Tingyun asked, "Master, what should we do?"

"Don't worry, it's not a difficult problem."

Mei Shiyu fastened the belt around her waist, and the Azure Frost Sword was unsheathed and transformed, its body flowing with a clear, icy blue light, its sword energy soaring into the air.

He said softly, "Go."

"Okay, master."

With a compliant reply from the sword spirit, a sword intent transformed into a rainbow, breaking through the dark clouds from the inside out and dispelling the illusion.

As if in the beginning of chaos, when the first light of day appeared, the sky was torn open, and dazzling white light poured down from the crack.

The sword spirit has no physical form, and therefore is not bound or restrained. With a flash of white light, it broke free from the Night Wanderer's shackles and turned to strike with its sword! The speed of the returning sword was as fast as lightning, and even without the sword master's control, its domineering and destructive power was in no way inferior.

The sharp blade, carrying a chilling, frosty aura, pierced straight through the black mist that resembled both dark clouds and miasma, annihilating it amidst the myriad sword shadows.

Li Tingyun felt a stagger, and when she came to her senses, she was standing perfectly fine on the ground.

A thin layer of frost covered the ground, making it feel cold and desolate.

If you don't look closely, you might think the moon is shining brightly, but then you realize that there's no such thing as a moon on earth.

Not far away, there was a semi-transparent figure, as elegant as a jade tree standing in the wind.

The man's feet did not touch the ground; he held a sword in one hand and had the other behind his back. His figure and appearance were indistinct, and even his facial features were missing.

Li Tingyun could clearly sense that he was staring intently at Mei Shiyu.

Blade & Soul.

This is the sword spirit of the Azure Frost Sword.

His aura was far colder and more stern than Mei Shiyu's, even exuding a frivolous, unrestrained, and eccentric air.

Holding his sword, he let the frost-covered killing intent run rampant, stirring up gusts of bone-chilling wind—even though there were no enemies here.

But when he was watching Mei Shiyu, he was very focused and obedient, without the slightest hint of hostility.

They were so engrossed in their work that the phrase "concentrated and focused" could even be used to describe them.

It's as if he's the only person left in the whole world, and everyone else is unworthy of his attention.

As Mei Shiyu reached out and summoned back the divine weapon, the sword spirit disappeared, and Qing Shuang also softened its sharpness, obediently returning to its scabbard and perched on its master's waist.