Ghost Realm River View Room 2
Beidou Jun looked very dissatisfied with Xie Guijin. After a pause, he did not scold Xie Guijin, but said, "If you do a good job, I can speak on your behalf and exchange him for merit."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty," Xie Guijin said quickly, not being ungrateful.
Beidou Jun said sternly, "You must remember that you are using the identity of the original Crossing Realm Ghost Messenger. To others, your every word and action is her doing. Today you have made her lose face, so don't make her lose her life in the future."
Xie Guijin felt a chill run down her spine, quickly agreed, and respectfully saw Beidou Jun off.
As soon as Beidou-jun left, the system spoke up: "Host, I was just suppressed and couldn't make a sound."
"It's nothing," Xie Guijin said, closing the door and transforming himself into a burly male ghost before heading towards the City of the Wrongfully Dead.
The system panicked: "Host, are you really going? Your mission is to complete the Six Realms House Selling Mission. Xue Linchuan might not be in the City of the Wrongfully Dead. Perhaps you're wrong, and your meeting with him is just a coincidence."
"The City of the Wrongfully Dead is no good place. Even if you are a ghost messenger, given the original owner's cultivation level and your lack of proficiency in magic, your journey there will be fraught with danger. Are you really going to abandon the mission, give up the chance to survive in reality, and gamble on the possibility that Xue Linchuan is there?" the system incessantly advised.
"Besides, Beidou-kun also said that you can exchange him for merits in the future. There's no need to rush. Let's do the mission first, okay?" The system pleaded finally after exhausting its words.
"If we were in each other's shoes, what would Xue Linchuan do?" Xie Guijin kept walking.
The system cannot answer.
Xie Guijin sighed and said, "You know he will do anything to confirm whether I am in the City of the Dead. If I am, he will make sure I am not in danger before he goes on the mission. If I am not, he will not care about the mission at all, and will only continue to think of other ways to find me. So I can't let him down. Let's go."
Xie Guijin moved with lightning speed and quickly arrived at the City of the Wrongfully Dead.
As the name suggests, the City of the Wrongfully Dead is a place that houses the ghosts of people who died unjustly due to suicide, murder, war, accidents, disasters, and other calamities.
This city is located to the right of the Great Emperor's Palace, adjacent to the Naihe Bridge and the Blood Basin of Suffering, and is one of the forbidden areas of the Underworld.
The "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra" personally carved by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva appears on the city wall, used to deliver the souls of those who died unjustly day and night, hoping to help them dispel their resentment as soon as possible.
The city gate is protected by a spell cast by King Biancheng, the Sixth King of Hell, to prevent people from entering or leaving. There are also ghost guards guarding the city gate to prevent the unjustly deceased ghosts from escaping and unauthorized personnel from entering the city.
Although Xie Guijin is a ghost messenger, he cannot enter the City of the Wrongfully Dead without the permission of King Biancheng or Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
Not wanting to cause trouble, she withdrew her human form and sought an audience with King Biancheng, explaining her purpose and telling him about the system and other matters, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with the original owner.
system:"......"
"Oh well, you can't be afraid of being bitten by a lot of lice," the system could only console itself. "Anyway, even if she doesn't say anything, those powerful beings can still tell at a glance."
King Biancheng sternly refused Xie Guijin's request, stating that the rules could not be broken. Xie Guijin had no official business and was not allowed to enter the City of the Wrongfully Dead, even if she was only checking whether someone was inside.
"Since you were able to transmigrate through the realms of ghost messengers, it is clear that Heaven has permitted it, and I will not pursue the matter," King Biancheng said sternly. "Then you should fulfill your duties as a transmigrator of ghost messengers. Go down."
Seeing that King Biancheng was resolute, Xie Guijin stopped pleading and pestering him, bowed, and turned to leave.
The system asked curiously, "Host, are you going to find Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"
"What do you want with him?" Xie Guijin asked, puzzled.
"Of course, you should get the imperial edict from him," the system said matter-of-factly. "If King Biancheng won't let you in, you should go to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who can make the decision to let you in."
“Sigh,” Xie Guijin paced back to his residence and sighed, “It’s obvious you’ve never worked a day in your life. Although the City of the Wrongfully Dead was built by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, it is actually under the jurisdiction of King Biancheng.”
"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and King Biancheng are barely considered equals," Xie Guijin began her workplace mini-lesson. "Besides, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is an outsider from the Buddhist realm stationed in the ghost realm, so the relationship is very delicate. I ran into a snag with King Biancheng, and then I turned to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Do I think I don't have enough trouble already?"
“Host, aren’t you overthinking this?” the system said, unconvinced. “There aren’t that many twists and turns.”
"A lot?" Xie Guijin snorted coldly: "These are the most basic interpersonal skills and workplace rules. You still have a lot to learn."
"Hehe, I won't learn that. Our system and mainframe are all data, not your messy junk," the system scoffed, loudly mocking.
“Okay,” Xie Guijin stepped into the room, went straight to the bed, and easily jumped into the warm quilt.
system:"......"
"Host," the system cried out in frustration, "What are you doing?"
Xie Guijin pulled up a corner of the blanket, leaned over, rolled around, and wrapped herself inside.
“Of course I’ll sleep, Mr. Mingzhi,” Xie Guijin said, her eyes crinkling with delight at the prospect of rest.
"Aaaaah! Host, you're a ghost messenger, not a human, you don't need to sleep!" the system screamed frantically. "You've already experienced the demon realm and the god realm, two places where you don't need to eat or sleep, why can't you change your human instincts?"
"Why should I change? I am human, and maintaining my human nature is the only way to avoid losing myself," Xie Guijin said coldly, her voice icy. "What do you know, you human trafficker!"
"Human trafficker? Who are you calling a human trafficker?" the system exclaimed, jumping up and down.
Xie Guijin manually muted her microphone, the world became quiet, and she closed her eyes contentedly to sleep.
I woke up close to midnight.
Xie Guijin stretched and casually turned on the system's microphone.
The next second, the system's anxious voice came: "The first day is almost over. You've already wasted so much time. Hurry up and do the tasks. Don't delay any longer."
Xie Guijin jumped off the bed, swayed left and right, and performed a transformation spell, turning into a small female ghost child.
"Host, what are you going to do?" the system asked in a trembling voice, with a sense of foreboding.
"Of course, it's a night raid on the City of the Wrongfully Dead," Xie Guijin said, twirling in front of the bronze mirror with a smug look on her face. "Isn't it cute?"
Her wet hair, like black seaweed, clung to her swollen, deathly pale face, and water droplets kept seeping from her clothes, wetting the ground beneath Xie Guijin's feet.
The hands peeking out from the cuffs were wrinkled and looked like mushy pieces of paper, with mud under their fingernails.
As she spoke, her breath carried a foul, fishy odor.
Looking at Xie Guijin's miserable appearance, the system couldn't bring itself to say the word "cute."
"Host, do you really need to act this convincingly?" The system felt that its host had broken down and was evolving in a strange direction.
Xie Guijin looked in the mirror and said, "I only used illusion magic; I can't control what I actually look like."
Seeing no flaws, Xie Guijin went out to the City of the Wrongfully Dead, passing through the Ghost Market on the way.
Midnight has arrived, the busiest time of day in the ghost realm.
Ghosts roam the streets and alleys.
The ghost market was teeming with ghosts.
"Um," the system whispered, "Host, are you still going?"
"Why are you speaking so softly?" Xie Guijin went straight to the ghost market stall, standing on tiptoe to pick out items as she said, "No one can hear you anyway."
The system said awkwardly, "Hehe, I forgot, host, do you want to go shopping? Sure, you were so busy going to the clinic yesterday that I didn't even have time to see what the ghost market was selling."
Xie Guijin strolled around and bought some ghost firefly pouches, shape-shifting mud, snail shells, mourning bells, and substitute paper figures—all things that little devils like.
She also bought a Shadow Cloak, a cloak sewn from the skin of a century-old ghost, which can temporarily conceal one's aura and form, and can be used three times.
Fearing the stall owner wouldn't sell to the child, Xie Guijin pretended to be obedient and pointed to the Shadowless Raincoat hanging on the stall cart, saying in a childish voice, "Grandma, I want that coat. I want to play hide-and-seek with them." As she spoke, she looked behind her, as if there really were little friends waiting for her to play together in the distance.
The stall owner was an old woman with wrinkles all over her face and drooping eyelids. With a speed beyond her years, she took off the Shadow Cloak and stuffed it into Xie Guijin's hand with a "whoosh," saying in a hoarse voice, "Three hundred coins."
Xie Guijin was startled and quickly took out the ghost money and placed it in the old woman's hand in front of her.
The kind old woman took the money and waved her hands repeatedly like she was swatting a fly.
Xie Guijin, clutching the Shadow-Concealing Raincoat, hurried away, afraid of disturbing the old ghost's business. After walking quite a distance, she patted her chest and muttered to herself, "What a terrifying aura."
A small stall not far away displayed colorful candies, the material of which was unknown. Xie Guijin bought a large handful, and then searched around the ghost market, where she indeed found a group of playful ghosts.
Xie Guijin easily won over the little devil with candy, and then distributed the things she bought as toys.
After an incense stick had burned, bells rang out around the City of the Wrongfully Dead. The sound of the bells was like the crying of a child at night, mixed with the wailing of vengeful spirits. The sound penetrated the city walls and spread throughout the city, stirring up the resentment of the dead. Many of the wrongfully dead ghosts howled and banged their heads against the walls.
The ghost guards at the city gate instantly became alert. Several ghosts searched along the city wall for the source of the bell, while others entered the city to appease the ghosts inside. The remaining ghost guards, while maintaining their posts at the city gate, discussed whether to request reinforcements.
Since they had not yet seen anything else, the ghost messengers decided to remain on guard and observe the situation.
The little devils who were playing the mourning bells were caught, but before the ghost messengers could even teach them a lesson...
Various kinds of ghosts rushed in from afar, accompanied by roars.
The ghost messengers instinctively shielded the little ghosts behind them. As they looked into the distance to determine what kind of ghosts were approaching, a large number of flying ghost fireflies suddenly appeared before their eyes, and their ears were filled with the mournful cries of the ghost fireflies.
Before the ghost fireflies could be driven away, many more strange and wonderful ghosts emerged from behind the ghost messenger, accompanied by several cries of "Oh no, the ghosts of the unjustly killed have escaped!" It was impossible to tell which ghost was speaking.
Amidst the chaos, Xie Guijin, draped in a concealing raincoat, rushed into the City of the Wrongfully Dead.
The system stammered, "So it's easy to sneak in?"
“Yes,” Xie Guijin found a quiet alley, took off her Shadow Cloak, and carefully collected the powder on it.
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