When the two returned, they saw Guan Qingchen standing in the hall like a statue waiting for his wife.
Seeing that the two were unharmed, Guan Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're alright."
He kindly poured them a glass of water.
Jiang Si was in a difficult position. If she remembered correctly, she was the owner of this house. Guan Qingchen never stayed at his own home and always came to her place.
Qi Yan reverted to his original form and protested, "Why don't I have that?"
Guan Qingchen pushed him away, "Don't interrupt." Then she looked at them, "What exactly is causing trouble at the hospital?"
"I don't know yet," Jiang Si said.
“The only thing we can be sure of is that they came from the Yellow Springs,” Han Yunluo said.
"Then what should we do?" Guan Qingchen asked, and Huang Quan knew it was going to be a difficult situation.
Jiang Si smiled and said, "What should we do? Go after them."
Jiang Si's smile hadn't changed much, but the difference in angle and gaze allowed Guan Qingchen to tell whether his master was genuinely smiling, sneering, or mocking him.
For example, right now, she should be laughing.
"That person seems to know you. Do you remember her?" Han Yunluo suddenly recalled the words of the illusory figure. "She seemed to have a lot of hostility towards you."
"My master is so lovable, how could anyone be hostile towards him?" Guan Qingchen asked incredulously.
Her master can fight in the heavens and on the earth, so who would dare to be hostile towards her?
Jiang Si shook her head. "I don't remember."
She couldn't believe someone could be so cruel to her.
But that doesn't matter, Jiang Si won't let her off the hook either.
The prayer wall in the hospital is meant to offer solace to people who already face many hardships in their lives. It's outrageous that someone would dare to use it to steal their life force. Even an uncle could tolerate this, but an aunt would find it intolerable.
"No matter who it is, I will make her turn to dust," Jiang Si said casually.
Jiang Si took out the sea essence given to her by the sea god. She had overexerted herself while casting the blood curse, and this stuff came in handy. She drank a drop for herself and gave one to Han Yunluo as well.
As soon as the sea essence was swallowed, a warm current flowed through my limbs and bones, instantly filling me with strength.
Jiang Si sighed, "It really is good stuff." She just wondered if her stupid brother would come up and cause trouble again, otherwise he might try to extort money from her again, no, he might try to compensate her with another bottle.
The two meditated to refine the sea essence.
Guan Qingchen and Qi Yan watched from the side.
Guan Qingchen silently increased the difficulty for himself in his heart. One day, he must be the man standing by his side, not still in the rear.
If you can't kill it, then roll it as hard as you can.
After the two finished refining, Jiang Si opened her eyes, a sharp glint in them.
Almost at the same time, Han Yunluo also opened her eyes.
Guan Qingchen could not describe the shock she felt.
It was as if two supreme gods were born at the same time.
“Master Han, let’s go to your old haunts,” Jiang Si said with a smile.
“Okay, it’s been a long time since I’ve gone back to visit,” Han Yunluo said.
"Wait a minute, I'm going upstairs to get something." Jiang Si said, and ran upstairs.
But when she came down empty-handed, someone asked, "Where are your things?"
“It has a Qiankun bag.” Jiang Si replied matter-of-factly.
Jiang Si and Han Yunluo were both skilled enough to enter the underworld with their physical bodies. They took a few steps forward and then disappeared from sight.
Days in the underworld are almost always the same.
Jiang Si and Han Yunluo arrived at the Bridge of Helplessness. Beneath the Bridge of Helplessness lies the Yellow Springs, where countless wronged souls float and cry out in hoarse voices, a chorus of weeping and sorrow.
Jiang Si had no sympathy for them.
Those who end up in the underworld have only brought it upon themselves.
Of course, it's not all bad in the Underworld. There is a fish in the Underworld that tastes very fresh, sweet and delicious. Eating it can increase one's cultivation by 60 years.
Some say these are the wronged souls refined by the waters of the underworld, absorbed by the fish below.
You can't touch the waters of the Underworld, but there are lone boats ferrying people across the Underworld, and many people specifically go on these boats to catch the Underworld Fish.
The lone boat was steered by an old man.
No one knows how many years he has walked on the Yellow Springs. The first time Jiang Si entered the Underworld in her previous life, she saw him. At that time, Jiang Si was so curious that she even sat on him.
The old man said: "Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate."
The implication was that his lone boat couldn't guarantee his safety, and if it fell, he shouldn't be blamed.
The underworld is very, very long. No one knows where its source is or where its end is. Since ancient times, only the Bridge of Helplessness has stood over it.
Besides this, the only way to cross to the underworld is through this old man.
The old ferryman had a strange temper. Sometimes he would take passengers for free, and other times he would charge all sorts of strange rewards, such as sad tears or sorrowful threads. Sometimes he would simply refuse to take passengers altogether. He was very temperamental.
This was Jiang Si's second time riding this lone boat, and she was already quite adept at it. "I'd like to ride in this boat, is that alright?"
The old man smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, it's been a long time. I've been waiting for you here for quite some time."
A hint of doubt flashed in Jiang Si's eyes; she hadn't expected the old man to still remember her.
She considered herself just an ordinary person, and wondered what she had done to deserve being remembered by such a mysterious figure.
Jiang Si was suspicious, feeling that something was amiss.
The two men boarded the boat, and the old man, wielding the oar, asked, "Where do you two wish to go?"
Jiang Si carefully sensed her own causal blood and felt a slight tremor in her heart. That familiar feeling came from time to time. She looked at the Yellow Springs where ghosts were howling and pointed: "Just keep going forward."
Han Yunlu stared at the surface of the Yellow Springs, lost in thought.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Si asked.
"I'm wondering, what kind of person could possibly hide at the bottom of the Yellow Springs?" Han Yunluo said. "The reason why the Yellow Springs water can only float and sink is said to be because the karma within it is too heavy. Thousands of karmas gather within it, thus forming the Yellow Springs water."
The myriad causes and effects in this world are beyond the capacity of ordinary people to bear.
"Even my master wouldn't dare to soak in the Yellow Springs water for too long." Han Yunluo's master was a very famous figure in the underworld. If even he couldn't handle it, one can imagine just how terrifying that person must be.
Peeking out of the boat, you can see ghostly hands climbing up the hull from time to time, trying to cling to it.
As a result, it was bounced off the ship and thrown far to the other side.
Occasionally, a ghostly head would emerge from the water, its flesh gone, leaving only a skull, which looked especially terrifying against the yellowish-green spring water.
“If that’s the case, then either this person has some kind of magical artifact, or someone is secretly helping her.” Jiang Si sneered, “She was acting suspiciously at the hospital, there must be something strange about her.”
Han Yunluo had considered this principle before, and she was even more worried: "Even my master had difficulty escaping unscathed, so what if we find him later?"
The old man, rowing the boat, asked, "Do you two wish to enter the Yellow Springs?"
"You have been in the Yellow Springs for countless years. Do you know of any way to hide in the Yellow Springs?" Jiang Si asked.
They've been wandering in the underworld for countless years, so they must know something, more or less.
The old man said, "I don't know the method, but I have seen someone escape from the Yellow Springs."
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