Cheng Pingxi pointed to Wu Yue behind him, who was trying to act like an ostrich: "My sister is a feng shui master."

"Feng shui master? Ahhh, Mommy, I'm scared!"

Everyone watched as the smoking uncle acted and acted, then he calmed down, picked up an orange in front of the tombstone and peeled it, segment by segment: "Ah~ it's okay, only those wandering ghosts are afraid of feng shui masters, I'm a contact of the underworld, I'm not afraid."

The man grinned, and perhaps because he had become a ghost, his teeth were surprisingly white, without a trace of the yellowing from smoking.

"A contact?" Cheng Pingxi seemed intrigued and started chatting with the ghost uncle. "What exactly do they do?"

"hey-hey."

The old man raised his eyebrows and pointed to the tombstone beneath him with his withered, crooked hand. "The contact is essentially an intermediary between the underworld and the human world. I didn't want to be reincarnated, nor did I want to go to the underworld, so I threw a tantrum and begged the Black Impermanence of the underworld for a minor official position. Originally, they were going to send me to the eighteenth level of hell for disturbing the order of the underworld. But, here's the key point! That day, a big shot happened to come to the underworld. Although I didn't see what he looked like or know who he was, he just casually said something, and I got this job."

Recalling the scene, Uncle Ghost couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I'm so lucky. Actually, this tombstone is a small gate to the underworld. Sometimes, when the ghost messengers want to drink human wine or eat human food, they will come out from here, and I'm here to keep watch. And I'm here to prevent humans who come here from accidentally entering the underworld and never being able to come out again."

Upon hearing this, everyone found the last sentence extremely unbelievable: "Look at this desolate mountain, lonely graves, and wild grass, where is there any trace of human activity? Not to mention any humans who have strayed into this place."

The old ghost was quite shrewd; reading the eyes of these hundreds-of-years-old kids was a piece of cake for him.

He looked up at the sky, where dark clouds streamed down, and then sighed: "You guys don't know, these days all sorts of weird internet celebrities come here to broadcast, talking about finding ghosts or exploring wild graves! I spit on them, even if I stood right in front of them, they wouldn't be able to see me. And now, in the middle of the night, I have to sacrifice my entertainment time to help them, sigh."

"If you don't understand, just ask. What's your nighttime entertainment like, sir?"

The old man gave Cheng Pingxi a knowing look. The latter pondered for a moment, "Could it be... dancing on a grave?"

“We old ghosts don’t do that,” the ghost uncle said with a self-righteous but sinister smile. “I’ll go play mahjong with my neighbors next door and the neighbors ten miles away, just for fun.”

Everyone immediately understood that so-called mass entertainment meant anything from humans to ghosts.

Zhuque couldn't stand it anymore, so she kicked Cheng Pingxi's shin: "Little Tiger, stop rambling and get to the point. Don't forget the important matter."

Reminded by Zhuque, Cheng Pingxi quickly straightened up and asked, "Uncle, have you seen a man with dark green hair these past few days? He's very handsome and has a strong presence."

Uncle Ghost recalled for a while, then muttered a few words: "I don't think I've seen any handsome men. As for dark green, I've only ever seen a big dark green turtle, or rather, it wasn't a turtle, but it looked like... Oh my! Let me tell you, this is the first time in my life I've ever seen such a big turtle. It's huge, and it looks quite intimidating, even more majestic than a lion or a tiger. The first time it appeared, its roar almost scared me to death."

"No mistake!" Cheng Pingxi nodded. "It's him. Uncle, can you tell me where that turtle went?"

"Speaking of which, I also find it strange. This giant tortoise actually swaggered into the underworld. I chased after it to stop it, but the two gatekeepers at the underworld's gate didn't stop it. After that, I stopped caring about it and never saw it again." The ghost uncle shook his head as he spoke, seemingly helpless.

After a long silence, Wu Yue finally managed to say, "I think we need to reconsider finding Xuanwu."

[The witch god's legs thus acquired a name: "Running Away Without Hesitation"]

[Hahahaha, I'm scared of ghosts, let alone the underworld, where ghosts must keep coming one after another!]

[Selling by weight? Pshaw, by weight, you idiot!]

Brave sorcerer, unafraid of ghosts, charge!