"You all deserve to die! You deserve to die! The Ghost King will not let you go... You worthless ghost appraisers, you can only hold them off for a while, can you hold them off forever?"

After daybreak, Xiang Wan gathered the villagers and told them what had happened the night before. Everyone was filled with righteous indignation and expressed their determination to burn the bandits alive.

The bandit leader's tendons in his hands and feet had been severed by Xiang Wan. The dream, instead of making him suffer the torment of being violated, had fueled the evil within him. Clearly, this man had lost his humanity, believing that as a ghost, he could act with even greater impunity.

They're clearly human, yet they insist on acting like ghosts.

Such people believe that death brings them liberation.

That's incredibly naive.

"Didn't the Ghost King tell you that as long as the underworld doesn't know your real name or your birth date and time, they can't do anything to you, right?"

The bandit leader looked up, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery.

For so many years, even he himself has no idea about his background. His name, birthplace, and birth date are all unknown. He can't even get a tombstone after he dies. What is there to miss?

Throughout his life, he never experienced hardship. If he had nothing, he would steal it. If he didn't like someone, he would kill them. Apart from avoiding the pursuit of the government, who was he afraid of?

To have lived to this age, his life has been worthwhile. Since he can no longer live a carefree life, isn't death easy?

Being a ghost might be more glorious than being alive, so what's there to be afraid of?

How laughable that this ghost appraiser in front of him actually dared to try to frighten him!

Seeing his expression, Xiang Wan knew that saying anything would be useless. Some people are a menace in life, and they won't let anyone rest in peace even in death.

"You probably don't know this, but I take in ghosts that the underworld won't accept. I also take in ghosts that the netherworld doesn't care about."

As Xiang Wan spoke, she took an awl out of her bundle and threw it in front of him. "Looking at you, you'd be better off dead. Hurry up, I'm waiting to go to the next place to recruit desperados like you."

The bandit leader looked at the awl without saying a word. Xiang Wan urged, "Hurry up, when the White Impermanence arrives, it's uncertain whether your soul will be able to leave intact."

Upon hearing this, the bandit leader suddenly turned his head to the side and did not respond.

His men, after a night of nightmares, were now listless and easily frightened by the slightest disturbance. Several had even gone insane from fright. Fortunately, one of the more lucid men wrote down the charges, which everyone signed and fingerprinted.

Not everyone is as fearless as the bandit leader; at least, they don't want to die.

"Ding Congwen, becoming a ghost is much more fun than being a human!"

Xiang Wan suddenly approached and whispered something in the bandit leader's ear.

Ding Congwen? The bandit leader was bewildered for a moment, then his mind cleared instantly, and a tremor swept through his body.

"I'm sparing your life now. If you ever meet the Ghost King, don't forget to tell him that I know your name and your birth date. Of course, you can also choose not to tell him. Let's see if he still makes you his right-hand man as he promised."

Xiang Wan's lips curled up, and her insightful eyes left the bandit leader Ding Congwen stunned for a long time.

When he came to his senses again, Xiang Wan was no longer there.

He knows!

He knows everything!

Ding Congwen suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face, as if he were in unbearable pain.

Amid the angry gazes of the villagers, Ding Congwen gradually turned his attention to the distant north.

He must live!

Only by living on can we honor the dead!

At Xiang Wan's instruction, the villagers gathered all the bandits together and provided them with water and food regularly, ensuring that no one starved to death, but also preventing any from escaping. They only needed to wait for the government to clear the road so that the bandits could be taken away.

No matter how much hatred they harbor, they cannot allow their hands to be stained with blood. If they do, how are they any different from robbers?

These were the words of advice that Xiang Wan gave to the villagers before she left.

Wang Er has gone mad. He tells everyone he meets that he has encountered a ghost, and he is plagued by nightmares every night, yet he is afraid to die, fearing that the things in his dreams will come true.

Such a cowardly and timid person, after Du Juan emerged from his mind, she cried bitterly, letting out all her resentment and anger.

A pure soul is the most beloved by all ghosts. Du Juan knew that without a guide, she wouldn't be able to reach the underworld, and she didn't want to be reincarnated again, so she asked Xiang Wan to help her find liberation.

Xiang Wan sighed and put her into the system's pocket.

The feeling of spiritual fulfillment made Xiang Wan even more energetic. She walked to a deserted mountain forest, gathered firewood, and began to roast wild game.

The fates of all the villagers in the nameless village were changed because of her intervention. The underworld could not possibly ignore such a momentous event.

She needed to eat her fill to have the strength to deal with those ghost messengers.

Even when surviving alone in the wild, one still needs to satisfy their appetite.

Just as the aroma of beggar's chicken wafted out from under the soil, an uninvited guest arrived.

"Jiang Xiangwan, aren't you afraid of divine retribution for disrupting the order of the underworld?"

The judge, dressed in a red robe, sported an afro and had his eyebrows raised, looking imposing and awe-inspiring.

The judges of the underworld have changed several times, and this time it's Geng Ou's turn. A dignified, frail scholar, he unexpectedly changed his appearance after becoming a judge in the underworld, becoming fierce and ruthless, incorruptible, and showing no mercy in his actions.

Back then, when he lingered in the mortal world, it was Xiang Wan who pointed him in the right direction, leading him to follow Hei Wuchang to the underworld to find a job.

This person is quite capable, but he's a bit inflexible. He's very direct and sticks to his word, and he can nag endlessly about even the smallest mistake. Who can be more meticulous than him? I guess that's why Hades put him in charge of the Book of Life and Death.

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