Tang Nian listened to Lou Mu's words with a serious expression.
She waved her hand, refusing the tea Lou Mu offered, and said softly, "I don't understand why he wanted us to witness a zombie apocalypse. Did he want us to know that this wasn't an ordinary zombie apocalypse, or did he want us to believe that it was?"
"You mean Old Yang?"
Tang Nian nodded, then shook her head.
"It wasn't just him, but also Lin Zhenming. It was as if he deliberately told us this information, trying to lead us to the custom of sewing corpses together."
"His explanation completely fooled us, treating us like idiots. What kind of zombie would stop halfway through its resurrection?"
"And those damn carpenters, if they really disappeared into thin air overnight, could they really keep it a secret and not report it?"
Both of them remained silent for a long time before Lou Mu finally spoke.
"If Lin Zhenming ultimately refuses, what will you do with these people's souls?"
Those people's souls are trapped in their bodies. If they are really just puppets, then the underworld won't accept these souls. Are they just going to let them be scattered and destroyed?
Or will they be trapped in these puppets forever?
Tang Nian bit her lip lightly. She had completely forgotten about this matter and was even thinking that she could summon the Black and White Impermanence to take all these souls back.
She thought for a moment, then took out the Ghost Spirit Pearl and examined it in her hands.
"Could we put them in the Ghost Spirit Pearl to nourish their souls first?"
After saying that, Tang Nian shook her head, denying what she had said.
"No, if any of these souls harbors evil intentions and uses the power of the Ghost Spirit Pearl for their own purposes, I will be guilty of a terrible sin."
Tang Nian muttered to herself with a worried expression.
Just when she was in distress, Lou Mu's words seemed to point her in the right direction.
“I have a space here where I can temporarily take in these souls. Once things are settled, I will send them back to the underworld.”
Tang Nian's eyes lit up, but she immediately lowered her head again: "But, it seems something has happened in the underworld. Can you go in?"
"Just because you can't go doesn't mean I can't go."
Lou Mu's confident demeanor made Tang Nian itchy with anger.
She had no idea what kind of connections Lou Mu had in the underworld. Even the King of Hell forbade her and the young prince from going to the underworld, so why could Lou Mu?
But she knew that Lou Mu wouldn't say what he couldn't do, and that she still needed Lou Mu's help.
She gave a forced smile, picked up the teapot and filled Lou Mu's cup with tea, saying softly, "Thank you so much, Lord Lou."
Suddenly, a pigeon landed on the window and poked at the closed window with its beak.
Lou Mu strode forward, opened the window, took the letter tube from the pigeon's leg, and took out a piece of paper from it.
The pigeons flew away quickly.
"What did you write?"
"Old Yang's background." Lou Mu's expression was dark and unreadable as he spread the paper out on the table. "Take a look at this news, how much of it is true?"
Tang Nian leaned closer to take a look, raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help but laugh, "Where did you find this joke?"
The paper stated that Old Yang was not originally from Yingzhou. The Yang family was a wealthy landowner, and he was the eldest son of the Yang family.
However, during the Ghost Festival one year, his entire family was killed by his enemies, leaving no trace of their bodies, and their home was ransacked. He escaped the calamity because he was with a security escort agency delivering goods.
The Yang family had a bad reputation in the area. Landlords exploited the peasants' land, and the people applauded the extermination of the Yang family.
It was precisely because of this that Old Yang became a homeless dog overnight. Without the protection of the Yang family, he was ostracized by the local people, and he couldn't bear that kind of life. He began to wander outside.
He was eventually taken in by kind people in a village near Yingzhou City, who taught him the craft of sewing corpses.
He settled down in Yingzhou City and became a mortician in the city.
The story is well-written, but it's too contrived.
The son of a landlord, who had enjoyed wealth and luxury for so many years, suddenly became someone he once despised.
Was he really not thinking about revenge, but about living a good life in Yingzhou City?
There are so very few people like that.
At least in her eyes, Old Yang couldn't possibly be that kind of person.
The ambition that occasionally flashed in Old Yang's eyes proved that he was not someone who wanted to be content with a small corner of the world.
"His power should not be underestimated; even your network of connections could only uncover this kind of thing."
Lou Mu raised his hand and pointed lightly, and the paper instantly burned to ashes.
"This further proves that he has something to hide."
Since we can't get any useful information from Elder Yang, let's investigate Chu Wende instead.
"Has there been any progress in Chu Wende's investigation?"
"Not yet." Lou Mu looked out the window. "It should be soon."
However, Lou Mu could vaguely guess that the investigation results were very likely to be the same as those of Elder Yang.
A soft knock came from outside the door, so soft that Tang Nian thought she was hallucinating.
Soon, there was another very soft knock on the door.
She opened the door, and a familiar man was standing outside.
"Ji Jingyu, what brings you here?"
Tang Nian turned her head to look at Lou Mu, then stepped aside to make room for him.
Ji Jingyu took off his cloak and walked in.
"Ji Shuhe wasn't with you?"
The two exchanged a glance, and Tang Nian shook her head: "No, he was still in Nanyu City before we came here. What, do you have something important to tell him?"
Upon hearing Tang Nian's words, Ji Jingyu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, a stiff smile appearing on his lips.
"Nothing much, just asking."
"So what brings you all this way to Yingzhou City?"
“I will atone for the things I did by aiding and abetting evil.”
He looked around the room: "Where's the little bird you're looking for?"
"It's next door."
"Judging from your appearance, he should be alright." Ji Jingyu smiled, his meaning ambiguous. "He's quite lucky to be alive."
Lou Mu was somewhat annoyed that Tang Nian was talking to Ji Jingyu, so he coughed lightly twice to draw their attention to him.
"Young Master Ji, do you know if there are any other members of the Crane Clan besides yourself who are working for Chu Wende?"
Ji Jingyu rejected it outright without hesitation.
"impossible."
Lou Mu took out a silver thread from his sleeve and held it in front of Ji Jingyu: "Then, Young Master Ji, can you recognize whose magic weapon this is from your clan?"
Ji Jingyu squinted, picked up the silver thread with one hand, and held the other hand in mid-air with his palm facing the silver thread.
He closed his eyes, and a wisp of milky white smoke appeared between the silver thread and his hand.
Only after the smoke had completely dissipated did he slowly open his eyes, his gaze filled with solemnity.
His voice was no longer as nonchalant as before; he asked in a deep voice, "Where did you get this silver thread?"
"They can also manipulate the puppets."
Ji Jingyu remained silent.
Tang Nian sat down next to Lou Mu, rested her chin on one hand, and stared quietly at Ji Jingyu.
After a long silence, he gave a bitter laugh and asked the two people in front of him, "Do you think a demon can be resurrected after it dies?"
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