Chapter 206 The New World Continues "Where is this?" Sang...
"Where is this?" Sang Zhitao opened her eyes and saw that it was pitch black all around. She carefully reached out and touched the ground, and the texture of her hand felt somewhat familiar.
"It's not in the egg again, is it..." She couldn't help but twitch her lips.
A clear, cold female voice came from outside the eggshell: "Remember this time when you leave the valley, never recklessly interfere in the fate of humanity."
Another, slightly immature voice respectfully replied, "Master, rest assured, your disciple knows what to do."
The cool voice continued, "You carried a spirit beast egg to the mortal realm this time; hopefully it will hatch when you return."
"Master, this spirit beast egg is nearly a thousand years old. Can it... still hatch?" The childish voice carried a hint of hesitation.
“A thousand years ago, the patriarch foresaw that its opportunity should be in the mortal world at this time. You should take it with you.”
"yes."
After the sounds outside disappeared, Sang Zhitao reluctantly sat cross-legged on the ground.
She had a thorough check-up this time. The good news is that she wasn't shrunk to the size of a BJD doll like in the Fairy World. The bad news is that she became a real baby this time.
Touching her arms, which were as thick as lotus roots, she rubbed her two chubby little hands together, feeling the soft bones beneath her skin.
"This is a big problem. Which character has this replaced?" Sang Zhitao frowned. She had never heard of any spirit beast egg in the original book.
"Looks like this isn't the main character yet..." She pinched her little toes and sighed helplessly.
Unable to perceive the passage of time within the black egg, she could only sleep and wake repeatedly until she heard the sound of being moved.
"Take care on your journey." The cool voice gently advised, "In the mortal world, there are officials who govern the people; do not oppose them."
"Yes, disciple will remember," the childish voice replied.
During the bumpy journey, she didn't know how far or how long the owner of the voice had traveled before she finally stopped.
"Egg, wait here. I'll have Erduo find some servants for us." Sang Zhitao could feel a pair of warm hands stroking the egg she was in.
About two hours later, the man returned, picked up Sang Zhitao, and continued on his way.
They stopped and continued walking for about seven or eight days.
That day, the police station in Linhai City was extremely busy.
"This is the 23rd person to die without cause this week. No history of serious illness, not murdered, not committed suicide, just died inexplicably, and many of the deaths were extremely bloody."
"No other clues? Any commonalities?" An Wen, the captain of the first team of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of Linhai City, frowned and tapped his fingers on the table a few times.
“No.” One of her subordinates, a boy with delicate features, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking somewhat timid and nervous, swallowed hard. “We have absolutely no similarities in terms of interpersonal relationships or social experience.”
"What about the birth date and time?" An Wen continued.
"I...I've checked, and there's no similarity or anything special about it." The boy's voice trembled slightly.
"Any other discoveries? Should we forget about it? There are no clues either?" An Wen looked at the others.
The group looked at each other, speechless for a moment, and lowered their heads. They were good at other things, but they weren't particularly talented at fortune telling.
An Wen frowned slightly and subconsciously clicked his tongue.
Just then, in the corner of the office, a girl with a baby face who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a lollipop in her mouth and pigtails, suddenly raised her hand and said, "I have one."
Everyone turned to look at her.
A slightly older, muscular middle-aged man retorted with some displeasure, "Red Rabbit, stop fooling around! What clues could you possibly have?!"
The girl nicknamed Red Rabbit shrugged and looked at An Wen, asking, "What did Captain An say?"
An Wen glanced at the defiant Red Rabbit, then at Lingxia who kept drinking water to suppress her nervousness, then at Uncle Wu, a retired soldier with a muscular physique who looked like he could fight, and then at Uncle You, the self-proclaimed encyclopedia of old ways who was yawning. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Before anyone else could react, she opened her eyes again and said, "Red Rabbit, you speak."
Red Rabbit watched as Uncle Wu raised his eyebrows smugly before connecting his computer to the big screen.
She clicked the mouse lightly, and several spliced video clips played directly.
"Wait!" After reading only three or five paragraphs, An Wen immediately called for a stop.
Everyone looked at the large screen, where a strangely dressed girl appeared near each of the deceased.
"Zoom in!" An Wen quickly said.
Red Rabbit carefully zoomed in on the image and made some simple adjustments, at which point the people in the image clearly appeared before everyone.
She was a girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old. She was dressed in a Qing-Han women's clothing, with a black background and silver trim. The silver thread outlined embroidered mandalas, spider lilies, and densely packed mysterious symbols.
It was barely visible in the moonlight, but one could still tell that the dress was extremely exquisite. As the night breeze gently blew by, the hem of the skirt rippled and shimmered.
She had a braided hairstyle with tiny silver beads hanging from it.
"Who is this person?!" Uncle Wu frowned, looking puzzled.
"Have you found out his identity?" An Wen asked Uncle You, who was yawning.
Uncle You ignored her and instead looked into the corner.
Somewhat curiously, everyone followed his gaze and saw a girl with disheveled hair in the corner, holding a handheld computer and seemingly busy with something.
"When...when did someone else appear here?" Red Rabbit's lollipop slipped from her mouth, and she looked at the girl with a hint of fear on her face.
An Wen blinked, gently touching her forehead: "Who is she...?"
Fifth Uncle shook his head, and Lingxia pursed her lips and shook her head as well.
Uncle You, however, smirked and introduced, "The computer genius, Cat Cat."
"Cat, is that your friend status?" An Wen sighed silently, forcing a gentle smile onto his face.
The cat was silent for a moment, then twisted the laptop in its hand, and the screen switched directly to their side.
The above is a county gazetteer, several museum records, and even a few online articles.
"The Coffin-Holding Clan?!" An Wen frowned deeply. "What is that?"
"It's written here!" Red Rabbit pointed to a written record.
The Coffin Bearers, located in the Valley of Funerals, enter the mortal world every seven years. They can trade souls, and when the time comes, they retrieve the souls for judgment. Clean souls are traded, defiled souls are sent to the underworld, and sinful souls receive retribution.
There was a remarkable man in the world, named the Coffin Bearer.
The coffin bearers are a profession that involves transporting coffins.
Those who commit adultery, murder their parents, kill their children, or bring disaster to the country are all extremely wicked people. The most wicked will be cast into the underworld to suffer the full force of punishment.
Those who protect the country, sacrifice themselves to save others, and help the people are considered to be of great virtue. Their merits will be recorded and bestowed upon them in their next life.
Those who carry coffins and manage the register of life, death, and merit of mortals must not act for personal gain or for evil purposes.
Born neither as a human, demon, ghost, nor immortal
Those who die will not be reincarnated.
After reading the text on the screen, everyone looked at each other, speechless for a moment.
“This involves a hermit family, so we need to notify the Ministry of Fate.” Uncle You scratched his foot. “We can’t keep this from them.”
An Wen nodded: "Of course we won't stop them, but couldn't they have foreseen the arrival of the Coffin-Holding Clan?"
Uncle You thought for a moment before saying, "The Coffin-Holding Clan is a special group that is not governed by Heaven and Earth, so no one can predict their fate."
"Is there no way to punish them?" Uncle Wu's voice was tinged with displeasure.
Uncle You sighed and explained, "You can't say that. There is only one person in this world who can deal with these hermit families, especially special groups like the Fu Guan Clan."
"Who?" Anwen asked in surprise.
Uncle You glanced at Maomao, who quickly looked down and pulled out the documents.
"They choose destiny on behalf of Heaven and Earth, uphold the laws of Heaven, and are known as the spokespersons of Heaven and Earth on Earth."
"Hiss!" An Wen couldn't help but click his tongue. "The Imperial Advisor..."
Uncle You nodded: "Yes, only the Imperial Preceptor family, who are the Celestial Masters, can completely suppress them."
“The Celestial Master has been guarding the formation in Anling Town. We... shouldn’t be able to call him, right?” An Wen couldn’t help but scratch his forehead.
“Indeed.” Uncle You scratched his chin. “So we need to ask this coffin bearer to make a trip to Anling Town.”
Cries and wails were coming from an old mansion in Anling Town, attracting tourists to squeeze in and see what was happening.
"So, you see he's handsome, generous, and you've been destined to be together for three lifetimes, so you're planning to abandon your husband and children?" The current Celestial Master Suhe frowned as she looked at the young couple kneeling below, crying miserably.
The young couple nodded repeatedly, exchanged glances, and their affection grew stronger as the atmosphere became increasingly intimate.
Suhe couldn't help but roll her eyes and look at the father and son standing to the side.
They had honest-looking faces, but now they stood aside with a sense of helplessness and shame.
What do you think?
The father and son looked at each other, both hesitant, and whispered to each other for a long time before finally looking up at Suhe.
“Clan Chief, since she likes it, then let her have her way. Anyway, my true love should be with her third sister,” the father said first.
“My aunt and my father are a match made in heaven. It was only right that my aunt married into the family. My mother’s true love is outside the town,” the son quickly explained.
As Suhe bent down to straighten her sleeves, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Honghua, would you be willing for your sister to marry your husband?"
The woman kneeling below, Honghua, was taken aback at first, then nodded repeatedly: "Let him marry me. It just so happens that he and my third sister have feelings for each other, and it's a match made in heaven. This way, it won't be the Hong family bullying them."
Suhe took a deep breath before noticing the woman not far away, looking at the father and son with a shy expression: "Honglian, you think it's okay too?"
Honglian nodded emphatically.
Seeing this, Suhe announced to everyone: "Then the third daughter of the Hong family will marry the eldest son of the Lan family, and the eldest daughter of the Hong family will marry into a foreign tribe."
She rubbed her temples, waved her hand to dismiss the others, and said, "What a mess this is..."
"Ring ring." Before Su He could adjust her mindset, she received a call from Linhai City.
"Alright, bring it to me first." She sighed helplessly. "The capable should do more..."
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