Fan Wujiu bowed to the King of Hell under the tree and vanished from the spot in an instant.
Tang Nian was about to speak when Yama stopped her.
He raised his hand, and the light from the tree drifted onto his hand, condensing into a smooth, black bead.
"This is the Ghost Spirit Pearl you wanted." Yama placed it in a brocade box and solemnly handed it to Tang Nian.
This was the first time Tang Nian had witnessed the formation of the Ghost Spirit Pearl.
"Grandmaster, I..."
"You don't want it anymore?" Yama raised an eyebrow and pretended to put the bead back on the tree.
"No, no, no, I want it." Tang Nian smiled obsequiously as she accepted the brocade box.
Actually, the Ghost Spirit Pearl isn't very useful to her right now, but since she can get something from her master, she naturally can't just give it away.
"I think you don't need me to explain the effects of the Ghost Spirit Pearl, but remember not to use it carelessly," Yama reminded him as usual.
Tang Nian looked down at the ghostly spirit orb emitting a faint glow in the box, her heart pounding with anxiety.
I have a feeling that my master guessed something.
"Master, about this matter..."
"I know what you want to say, I am already aware of this matter." Yama waved his hand, clearly not wanting to hear these unpleasant things.
Thinking of the ghost messenger that the young prince had summoned in Jingning City to inquire, Tang Nian understood and said no more.
"Thank you, Master."
"You will likely encounter these puppets again. Remember, you must not let those ghosts return to the underworld," Yama said sternly.
Tang Nian was taken aback. Remembering the ghosts who had been manipulated, Tang Nian's voice was muffled: "Tang Nian understands."
She also knew what would happen if such a ghost were to flow back into the underworld.
“I have another task for your junior brother. You’ll have to handle the rest on your own,” Yama said. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll send you back to the mortal realm.”
After he finished speaking, Yama was about to summon the gates of hell.
"Wait, Master, may I go see Sister Meng?"
There was one more thing that had been on Tang Nian's mind.
After much thought, she decided that it would be most appropriate to consult the knowledgeable and experienced Sister Meng.
Yama nodded and waved his hand: "Fan Wujiu, take her to Meng Po."
"yes."
"After you finish talking to Meng Po, hurry back to the human world and don't linger in the underworld."
Once Tang Nian and Fan Wujiu's figures disappeared into the darkness, the King of Hell's voice unconsciously carried a hint of respect: "Are you satisfied?"
"I am indeed very satisfied."
With a clear and melodious female voice, a figure emerged from behind the tree.
She was like a fairy who had fallen from the moon palace to earth, with a graceful figure and long, flowing hair that shimmered with a faint luster.
She wore a long dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, like rippling green waves.
If His Highness were here, he would surely recognize this woman as the one who strikes fear into the hearts of even the Kunlun Underworld.
"Perhaps she really can find a glimmer of hope for humanity." She nodded slightly, her eyes filled with admiration.
"So that's why you asked me to give her the beads?"
Yama glanced at the tree, which had lost its luster, and sighed.
In the past, he wouldn't have delayed even something as trivial as Tang Nian wanting a Ghost Spirit Pearl.
But things are different now. It takes so many years for one to grow, and the underworld needs it to function.
"She's not young anymore, she should know what she can and cannot do. Besides, she has you elders to protect her, so what's wrong with causing a little trouble?"
She glanced at Yama, then casually strolled to the tree, stretched out a hand, and gently placed her palm on the trunk.
In an instant, the entire spirit tree shone with brilliant light, illuminating the chaotic darkness.
She withdrew her hand only after the light disappeared.
She yawned lazily, didn't speak to the King of Hell, and simply turned and walked back the way she came.
Her noble and elegant figure slowly disappeared into the darkness.
Looking at the spirit tree that had regained its former vitality, Yama, the King of Hell, revealed a long-lost smile.
This time, we can say we got it all thanks to that girl; otherwise, why would this person have made a move?
...
On the other side, Tang Nian followed Fan Wujiu to the Bridge of Helplessness.
The Bridge of Helplessness is not busy today; even Meng Po has time to lean on the railing and tease the fish in the River of Oblivion.
If there was anything different from usual, it was that Meng Po, who usually loved to wear her hair down, had surprisingly tied it into two braids today.
"Sister Meng, I've come to see you again."
Upon hearing the sound, Meng Po quickly stood up straight and casually pinched Tang Nian's cheek.
"Niannian, why are you back again?"
Tang Nian didn't speak, but looked at Fan Wujiu, who had a cold face to the side.
"Brother Fan, could you do us a favor?"
"you say,"
"If ghosts come, could you help Sister Meng bring them a bowl of soup?"
It was obvious to the naked eye that Fan Wujiu was completely stunned.
After a while, he looked at this and that, and just as he was about to refuse after confirming that Tang Nian was not joking, he saw Tang Nian take out a treasure from her sleeve.
Fan Wujiu's eyes widened immediately.
"Brother Fan, if you agree, I'll give this to you." Tang Nian waved the gold ingot in her hand.
You know, nowadays, even the paper money people burn is short in weight.
The more money in the underworld, the better; it also depends on the quality.
Because of their actions, the underworld's wealth has experienced severe inflation.
Even those Taoist priests and celestial masters used these inferior copper coins to summon ghost messengers from the mountains.
The one in Tang Nian's hand was worth more than the tips he had received over the past few months.
"Okay, I'll take the job."
Fan Wujiu felt that agreeing even a second later would be disrespectful to Jin Yuanbao, or rather, to Tang Nian.
Tang Nian pulled Meng Po to the archway under the bridge. Before she could speak, Meng Po leaned close to Tang Nian's ear and whispered with a smile, "Nian Nian, you're so mysterious. Could it be that you have a favorite young man?"
Seeing that Tang Nian was silent, Meng Po was also taken aback, and her voice became much louder.
"No way, could I have guessed right?"
"Sister Meng, what do you say..." Tang Nian didn't answer Meng Po; she hadn't yet figured out what she was really thinking.
"You said that if I think about caring about someone, pay attention to them all the time, and blush when I get close to them, does that mean I like them?"
Meng Po suppressed a laugh, not expecting Tang Nian to be so clueless in this area.
Even though it's so obvious, she's still so naive, coming all this way to ask me.
But since they've come to her, she can't just give them a perfunctory response.
Thinking of this, Meng Po put away her playful and smiling expression.
“Niannian, matters of the heart are indeed very complicated, especially when you develop special feelings for someone. But first, you need to understand your own feelings and make sure that your feelings for him are real, not just a momentary impulse.”
Tang Nian tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded very firmly and said, "I'm very sure."
"Alright, now that you've made up your mind, the next thing you need to consider is how to face this relationship."
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