Upon hearing the news, the ghost messengers rushed to clear the bridge, and those who refused to obey were warned with a soul-suppressing whip. No matter how beautiful a woman is, her soul cannot withstand such torment. The male ghosts glanced at her again, showing regret, before following the ghost messengers.

A figure emerged gracefully from the mist, appearing as if he were an immortal. His blue hair curled in seaweed-like arcs, flowing smoothly down his back. He was like a blue lotus blooming in the muddy, tangled with black mist, pure and untainted by worldly desires.

The man's gaze was unfathomable and utterly enigmatic.

Wu Yue met his gaze and was slightly taken aback.

That face is so handsome.

His temperament is outstanding, and his composure is remarkable.

She heard people dressed as ghost messengers call him "Lord Qingjin," but clearly... some little ghosts also called him Meng Po. Was he Li Chuan's successor?

After the bridge was cleared, a ghost messenger came to report, "Lord Qingjin, the ghosts have gone to the Tower of Reincarnation."

Qing Jin raised her hand and pointed at Wu Yue and the other person: "These two are neither from the underworld nor the dead. Arrest them!"

His tone was cold and ruthless.

To avoid any conflict, Wu Yue pressed the fast-forward button and took out the token given to her by Mu Junyan: "We are friends of Yan Jun and need to speak with him. Please convey our message to him."

After she finished speaking, she gave a kind, gentle smile. Little did she know how devastating that smile could be to others.

Qing Jin remained unmoved: "I have never heard of King Yama having any friends in the human world."

“Just because you haven’t heard of him doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist.” Wu Yue took out her phone and showed them Mu Junyan’s WeChat. “I often communicate with Yan Jun via WeChat. If you don’t believe me, call him out.”

The ghost messengers beside them looked like they'd seen a ghost: "..." Good heavens! King Yama was secretly using WeChat behind their backs! He always told them not to use WeChat to talk about work during meetings, that they could only review things face-to-face!

“If there were a signal in your underworld, I would have gone directly to him.”

"From what you're saying, you're blaming us?"

“I have no such intention.” Wu Yue waved her hand, as if to deflect Qing Jin’s barrage of words. She paused, then added, “We’ll wait here and not go anywhere. Could you two please help us bring Yan Jun here, or take us to him?”

The ghost messenger leaned closer to the cold-faced, blue-haired man and whispered, "Lord Qingjin, you've only been in the Underworld for a short time, so you probably don't know, but this token is indeed unique to the King of Hell. Besides, I recognize this woman's face."

Qingjin frowned.

The ghost messenger continued, "Yama King posted several notices for her in the underworld before."

Qingjin: "A wanted poster?"

Wu Yue pricked up her ears to eavesdrop. The thick fog was completely blocking out sound—how annoying!

Qingjin turned around, and the ghost messenger quickly turned away, his voice even softer: "It's not a wanted notice. The notice says that all ghosts, including us ghost messengers, must take a detour if they encounter her in the human world. They must not talk to her or frighten her."

Qingjin: "Why?"

"This girl is afraid of ghosts; that's a blessing from King Yama. Also, the young man beside her—don't let his quiet demeanor fool you, he's quite a formidable figure. He's a ghost tamer; female ghosts all love to cling to him, and as for the other ghosts, it depends—some are afraid, others want to be used by him. In short, he gets along well with everyone in the underworld." This guy is clearly a seasoned ghost official, able to juggle gossip and serious matters.

After listening, Qingjin replied, "In short, they are distinguished guests?"

The ghost messenger thought about it and realized it made sense, so he nodded: "Why don't we take them to King Yama?"

Qing Jin raised her eyes: "Since Yama is not here, I will entertain our distinguished guest."

"Then..." The ghost messenger looked at the crowd of ghosts blocking the bridge again, "What about the Meng Po soup?"

“I’m taking your place. Go find the original Meng Po.” Qing Jin tapped her fingertip, opening a water gate: “That guy is fast asleep. Wake him up.”

The ghost messenger peeked inside furtively, but dared not make a move. After much deliberation, he suggested, "I'll go find the intern Meng Po to fill in. You can take care of these two guests, Lord Qing Jin." With that, he dashed off.