Above the gray fog

From a distance, I could see the tallest building in the central city, the clan hall.

Without staying for too long, I teleported directly into the clan hall.

As soon as I entered the clan hall, two black shadows appeared in front of me. The black shadows breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the person coming was Lin Shan. After bowing respectfully to Lin Shan, they merged into the shadows again.

Lin Shan walked straight to the room he had lived in before.

When he opened the door, the musty smell he imagined did not come. The room was still clean and tidy. It seemed that someone had come to clean it in the past few years. This level of cleanliness should be frequent cleaning.

He walked into the house and leaned the bamboo pole in his hand against the wall. This bamboo pole has not been used yet. In addition to being extremely hard, it has no other characteristics. It can only be placed in the house as a collection. Maybe it will be used one day.

A hide box was neatly placed at the head of the bed. It was the box of money. However, Lin Shan was not in the mood to go shopping now.

Finally, he looked at the red lantern in his hand. The spiritual overflow of the red lantern had been suppressed by him, and now it was the same as an ordinary lantern.

This red lantern must have other secrets. The red shadow that can fight the scary old man and the spiritual overflow itself are problems.

Even a high-level weirdo like the ‘Thought Remnant Monument’ does not have spiritual overflow, but the Sequence 9 red lantern does. The rule that you cannot turn your back to it is not a side effect of the red lantern, but just the spiritual rule that it overflows. Maybe it is related to the red shadow...

"Should I take it with me... Forget it, I'd better put it away. I can give it to others. I don't need this spiritual power at all now." After thinking for a while, he decided not to take it with him. The Sequence 9 weirdo can help him very little.

However, although he didn't take it with him, he couldn't just leave it there. If the spiritual power leaked again, something might happen. With the two black shadows outside... they shouldn't be able to stop the red lantern.

Put the red lantern on the table and squeeze it from all sides with pure spirituality. The red lantern began to twist and deform, and its size became smaller and smaller, and finally it was squeezed into a small red ball.

Pick up the small ball casually, put it in the drawer, and don't care about it anymore.

He walked to the cabinet beside the bed and picked up the neatly laid out new clothes. It was a long black windbreaker, with a modern style.

"These people's dressing styles are really different every now and then..." Lin Shan was speechless. He had noticed before that most people in the city were now wearing modern clothes. Not long ago, they all wore Hanfu. It seemed that the novelty had worn off. They felt that Hanfu was more troublesome to wear, so they changed into modern clothes again.

Of course, this was just his guess. He didn't want to know the specific reason. For him, he just wore whatever he had.

After disconnecting the spiritual supply of the flame clothes on his body, the clothes on his body dissipated immediately. He put on the black windbreaker, and the inner wear...

After all the clothes were dressed neatly, he glimpsed a black gentleman's hat at the top of the hanger. He touched his bald head with his hand and waved to the gentleman's hat. Under the guidance of the spiritual power, the hat automatically buckled on his head.

"Is there a missing cane?"

He glanced at the bamboo pole leaning against the wall, "It's too long..."

He waved at the green bamboo pole, and it immediately floated up and fell into his hand.

Lin Shan tried to use pure spirituality to change its shape, but found that even if he tried his best, he couldn't change its appearance at all.

"It's unreasonable. A spirituality of Sequence 9 has a body that Sequence 8 can't shake, and can even withstand attacks above Sequence 8." He remembered that the snow mountain had attacked this bamboo pole before. That kind of body size is not something that Sequence 8 can have, but this bamboo pole was unscathed after taking a hit.

A wisp of dark white flame appeared out of thin air under the bamboo pole. The moment the flame appeared, the temperature in the room rose sharply, and the silk quilt on the bed was inexplicably roasted. Seeing this, Lin Shan quickly teleported into the air with the green bamboo pole.

Thousands of meters above the sky, the eerie white flames wrapped around the green bamboo pole. The temperature of the flames had reached the extreme that could be reached at present. The green bamboo pole was still motionless, and its surface was as smooth as jade. It was natural and people could not guess that it was supposed to be a "corpse".

After many unsuccessful attempts, Lin Shan had to give up. This green bamboo pole was really ridiculously hard.

Teleported back to the room again.

"Ah!"

A female scream spread.

A girl appeared in Lin Shan's room. She looked delicate and in her twenties. She was wearing slightly thin clothes and holding a broom and a feather duster in her hands. She sat directly on the ground at this time, looking at Lin Shan with horror, as if she was looking at a monster.

"Are you okay?" Lin Shan tried to calm his voice.

"You... you are, who are you?" She asked timidly while panting.

"Lin Shan." Lin Shan said lightly.

The girl widened her eyes, a little bit unbelievable, and quickly took out a portrait from her arms and unfolded it.

Lin Shan followed and looked over. He saw the girl trembling as she tried to unfold the painting, but because her hands were shaking, she almost tore the painting.

After trembling for dozens of seconds, she finally unfolded the painting.

The painting was of Lin Shan, and the background looked a bit like Pioneer Square.

In the painting, Lin Shan was sitting on a flower bed facing the front, with a Pioneer slate next to him. It was not a 100% likeness, but the restoration was at least 90%.

The girl looked at the portrait, then at Lin Shan, and compared them several times.

Before she could speak, she rolled her eyes and fainted. It was unknown whether she was excited or affected by the pressure that Lin Shan had accidentally released.

"Who painted this?" Lin Shan asked.

The black shadow standing at the door replied: "The portraits of pioneers circulating among the people are all imitations of Ma Yuan's paintings, while Ma Yuan's original paintings are hung in the Pioneer Hall for people to admire."

"Ma Yuan... could it be the old man last time... it can only be him."

"Is he okay?" Lin Shan asked softly.

"Ma Yuan passed away three years ago." The black shadow replied.

Lin Shan nodded gently, without asking any more questions, "Take her away too, there is no need to clean during my time."

After thinking for a while, he took out a stack of money from the box on the bed and handed it to the black shadow, "Give this to her when she wakes up."

"This..." The black shadow said hesitantly, "Xiaoyun's salary is paid every month, and... this is too much..." As a guard guarding the clan hall, he naturally knew a little about the little girl who came to clean every day.

"Just consider it as my personal thanks to her." Lin Shan chuckled. Money means nothing to him. This girl carries her portrait with her. She looks like a loyal fan of his who has provided him with a lot of faith. Giving money is just a personal thanks and has nothing to do with other aspects.

As for whether this money will harm her, it shouldn't. Most of the struggles in the tribe come from the powerful class, and the people are relatively peaceful.