Chapter 8, The Seal of Yanluo

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Therefore, this is the aspect I admire most about you. Quite impressive. Grandmother took out a talisman and贴 it on Wang Zemin's forehead, casually forming it into a ball, and this yin spirit was surprisingly turned into a paper ball and placed into Qin Ye's pocket

Isn't it so? You have gone through so much trouble just to find him, and now you are handling it so casually

Previously ... ... weren't you speculating that the underworld had come to a standstill

Are you sure?" The expression on Grandma's face immediately became serious

Indeed, there have been some changes in the underworld, and I am unable to ascertain his exact location. Qingxi County has a large population, and time is of the essence. All I know is that he died within these seven days and must have come into contact with 'it'. Blocking him at the Ghost Gate is the best option. " After saying this, grandmother inserted her hand into the chest of the ghostly spirit.

I am certain! Qin Ye replied confidently: "The richest person in Qingxi County is Wang Zemin. I saw him during the parent-teacher meeting; his son Wang Chenghao is in the same class as me."

According to legend, there is a Naihe Bridge in the Yellow Springs. Upon reaching this place, no matter who it is, one can only helplessly call out for assistance. In front of the Naihe Bridge, there is a ferryman who ferries the souls across the waters of the Wangchuan to the bridge. After drinking the Meng Po soup, they enter the cycle of reincarnation. Qin Ye gazed at this scene with some emotion and murmured: "After drinking the Meng Po soup, one will forget all past events. If one wishes to remember, they must jump into the waters of Wangchuan and wait for a thousand years."

He is merely a mortal, yet he has come into contact with the Yama Seal? Not wanting to dwell on this matter any longer, Qin Ye began to scrutinize this spirit. He was about to say something, but suddenly paused, blinking his eyes, his gaze almost glued to the other party.

Grandma fell silent for two seconds: "Yama's Seal."

The sound of water splashing... The small boat gently drifts in the void. Qin Ye continues to sway and row, yet the ferry seems to never reach the bridge. Time passes second by second, countless shadowy spirits rush towards the ferry like moths to a flame, only to fall into the abyss... Twenty minutes, forty minutes... Suddenly, amidst the waterfall of spirits, a spiritual entity unexpectedly steps onto the void.

To survive. The meaning of these two characters is not to live like a dog, but to hold on under the tower and not die. Even if the opponent has three Lucians, one must remain as steady as an old dog

Is that him?" Qin Ye looked at the shadowy figure in surprise. It was a middle-aged man, his appearance showing no signs of damage. He had a square face and a hooked nose. His eyebrows were very faint, and his clothing even displayed the Armani label, indicating a great attention to detail

Beneath the neck, there is nothing at all! Behind, three thousand strands of hair scatter wildly in the sky, and this beautiful woman's head is no smaller than a ferry, resembling a sun with a human face. It evokes an indescribable sense of eeriness

Then... if the underworld no longer exists, what necessity do you and I have to exist?

Qin Ye rolled his eyes; since resistance was futile, the best course of action was to get to work. Is the will to survive more important than merely existing?

So beautiful, with brows like distant mountains and eyes resembling hidden apricots. Lips as red as blood and skin as smooth as fine jade

At that moment, my grandmother let out a muffled grunt as she withdrew her hand, taking several steps back. Her forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and her hand surprisingly glimmered with a golden hue. Even more bizarrely, countless age spots appeared on her face, as if she had aged several decades in an instant

"You don't seem surprised at all?" Meng Po looked at Qin Ye's expression, as if he had anticipated it all along. The only shock came from witnessing the Naihe Bridge with his own eyes

However, the other party does not.

Are you afraid that they will come after you again

Millennium Old Ghost

Qin Ye followed her finger and pointed to the Naihe Bridge, where there stood a massive, already cracked bronze tripod. It was nearly one hundred meters tall, adorned with carvings of flowers, birds, insects, and snakes. Four bronze dragons emerged from within the tripod, their mouths only half a meter above the ground. Beneath the tripod lay an ancient Eight Immortals table, covered with yellow paper.

Boom! Without any warning, the ghostly attire of Qin Ye was suddenly blown straight up with a whoosh. His eyes widened in shock as he gasped, "My heavens..."

He actually died? How come I didn't hear about it

All sounds came to an abrupt halt

I am a man of spirit! Three days? What about three days?

This is negative energy

After saying this, she pushed Qin Ye aside and walked over to the yoke. With a strong press, the entire ship sounded the horn again

Something is not right

The underworld seems to have come to a standstill, the seal of Yama has fallen to the mortal realm, the ferryman has met a tragic end, and supernatural occurrences are erupting in the world of the living... He has already overturned his previous assumptions, in the underworld... It is feared that something even more terrifying than a standstill has occurred.

"It is possible, Dog Egg, you have three days left to live"

Due to certain reasons, the Yanluo Seal was shattered. However, there is a connection between all innate treasures; as long as you find one piece, it will guide you to the others.

I don't want it anymore, is that okay

Qin Ye ... ... do you know how to deal with these things

Not particularly strong. However, the quality is incredibly high

However, there is only the head

The entire bridge is constructed from neatly arranged blue stones, yet it seems to have aged somewhat, covered in dark scars. Occasionally, something resembling moss emerges, narrating the traces of time.

Since you have passed the qualification test, I will now take you to see the truth of the underworld, which is a thousand times more terrifying than you can imagine

If not, then let it change from strong X to harmonious X... The young master indeed handles it perfectly and flawlessly...

"Wait a moment." Qin Ye suddenly realized, pointing at himself: "You don't have some unrealistic fantasy, do you?"

Qin Ye turned his head, his temples bulging with veins.

However

The key lies in this "but".

"What kind of book are you looking at? Things are not as you imagine," Grandma glared at Qin Ye fiercely, panting as she said, "When the Underworld was first established, there were three innate treasures, and the Yama Seal is one of them."

Even a young master can stand and die in three days, but will never live on his knees

Oh? What about your strong desire to survive

The world of the living is destined for chaos; isn't it better to let it be chaotic? Humans and ghosts are on different paths; do you really think you can resolve this with individual effort? Why must you insist on doing that trivial task?

Qin Ye's voice instantly dropped by an octave again, desperately struggling for survival: "... ... Well ... ... let's talk about something serious, can we please avoid this unsettling topic? For example ... ... let's discuss how I am not really good at puzzles, which are high-intelligence games?"

It is unclear how much time has passed, when a rumbling sound erupted from the crack, and after several minutes, a gigantic woman's head slowly emerged.

Buzz... The ominous wind howled, and the void seemed to press down slightly, even the monster beneath the abyss fell silent at this moment! Such a level of malevolent energy could not possibly emanate from a recently deceased spirit! It was even more terrifying than grandmother!

Is this the last envoy you were looking for? Her gaze lingered deeply in the direction the two had departed, and after a long while, she sighed: The skin being gone, where will the hair attach... well said...

Otherwise, do you really think that I, the young master, do not dare to stand up and resist

How is it?

That is a bluestone bridge, wide ... ! ... It is probably a distance of ten thousand meters! The length is simply beyond sight!

What do you mean, young man? As the last official civil servant of the underworld, what happened to your sense of responsibility as a public servant to the ghostly citizens?

The richest person in Qingxi County has died, which is certainly big news; the county news and websites will definitely report on it. Moreover, even if there is no coverage, Wang Chenghao will undoubtedly react.

Grandmother quietly looked at her hands, and after a few seconds, she let out a bitter laugh: "It is right there on this person... I calculated that it is in Qingxi County, yet you cannot find it no matter what... We can only wait here... wait for the Ghost Festival when the gates of the underworld open, and when the holder of it is summoned here..."

The voice abruptly stopped for the second time, and his gaze began to shine slightly.

The waterfall of the underworld is so magnificent and grand, with no less than one hundred thousand lingering spirits remaining in the human realm. When they congest at the ferry of the River of Forgetfulness, the waterfall of souls continues for several minutes without pause.

Under the manipulation of my grandmother, this ship sailed at an incredible speed, heading straight into the depths of the void

What use is it for you to fight to the death?

At that moment, Grandmother let out a long sigh. Her figure suddenly vanished, and a pitch-black aura swept across the sky, carrying this spirit away. When it reappeared, it was already standing on the ferry.

Grandma glanced at him and said: "If the skin is gone, where will the hair attach? Do you not understand? Once there is a problem in the underworld, the first to die will be someone like you, who is neither alive nor dead, a fence-sitter who relies on neither side"

Grandmother gently rocked the boat, while Qin Ye sat at the bow. The boat sailed swiftly. Ahead lay a vast expanse of pure black mist, which was cleaved apart like a staff parting the waters with each movement of the boat, advancing straight ahead

It is truly a stroke of luck that you are still alive

The ferryman is dead, and this is the first time Meng Po has come to the human realm. The entire Naihe Bridge is deserted, and countless souls on the other side of the Wangchuan River cannot be guided to the afterlife... Meng Po, what exactly has happened in the underworld?

Oh, so it is... wait!" Qin Ye looked at his grandmother as if he had seen a ghost, unable to believe as he said: "The Yama Seal? The cornerstone of the underworld as described in legends? You lost the one who was supposed to eat?"

But I cannot do it, this powerful being can easily turn themselves into a meat pie with a single slap, is resistance even useful

A person stands before it, as insignificant as an ant. Qin Ye gazed in awe at the ten-thousand-meter-long bridge engulfed in thick fog, taking a deep breath: "Could this be... the Bridge of Helplessness?"

The situation is becoming increasingly bizarre

Gently shaking her head, the exquisite head once again sank into the abyss

Qin Ye blinked and asked, "What exactly is 'it'?"

It is unclear how much time has passed, but ahead, the path suddenly opened up, the thick fog dissipated, and a massive bridge appeared before the two individuals

Qin Ye smiled wryly and shook his head: "You mentioned earlier that the ferryman brings the souls to you, and I had already guessed your identity. After all, the ferryman can only go to one place"

A piercing scream suddenly echoed within the man's chest, causing his face to contort in madness. Immediately after, an indescribably chilling aura abruptly enveloped the entire ferry

In the past two days, Wang Chenghao's actions were nothing like someone who had just lost a father. Most importantly, a conversation echoed in his mind once again

The tripod is present, the table is present, but the person is absent

Thump thump... The heartbeat seemed to echo in his ears. It was only then that Qin Ye realized he was drenched all over. With lingering fear, he spoke up: "The Ghost King?"

Take good care of it, your classmate... probably hides the crucial 'key.' But now is not the time to discuss this.

What on earth is this thing

"Let's go," he said, shaking his head to his grandmother

No. It is not me... Actually... There has been something a bit off at my home recently...

I have seen him. After a few seconds, Qin Ye turned around, pressed his forehead, and thought for a moment: "Is this... Wang Chenghao's father?"

Grandmother's gaze was incredibly complex, as she stopped rocking and pointed to the bridgehead: "A hundred years ago, I sat there, serving a spoonful of soup to every wandering soul."

How could this extraordinarily capable old woman go to such great lengths for... ? ... such an ordinary person?

... ...

Every feature is exquisite, with an excess of one part being superfluous and a deficiency of one part being unappealing

You are quite ruthless