Qingye arrived at another courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion. Every part of the City Lord's Mansion was built in a strict and orderly manner according to regulations.
But this place is different. It is not in the main position, but a courtyard has been built by the lake. At night, the water vapor is misty and the spiritual energy flows. It can be seen that there is fresh water flowing in. Perhaps the waterway is even connected to the Han River.
Qingye slowly walked into the courtyard. Not content with just being by the lake, there was also an artificial hill with water diverted from it, flowing gently down and forming a winding waterway that half-circled the courtyard before flowing into the lake.
There were common fire-resistant water tanks in the courtyard, as well as a small pond planted with water lilies. Qingye sneered, "What an audacious monster!"
Wei Jiao found nothing in the Han River. In his memory, the water god of the Han River was his cousin, but that young lady had a bad temper and looked down on the poor and remote Han River. So she lived in the Crystal Palace in the North Sea and only sent an official to serve as the river god. As for who that official was, Wei Jiao couldn't remember.
Wei Jiao expanded the search area again and finally confirmed that the River God was not in the Han River.
Ha, one or two really are like that; like master, like servant. Unable to find the River God or the cave of the water demon He, Wei Jiao went ashore and stared blankly at the rolling waters of the Han River.
Chen Jiang fell into the water for no reason at night and was captured by a water ghost. Later, he was rescued by a wandering Taoist priest and sent back to his mansion. He was resurrected by evil magic. The contents of this story obtained from Fan Jingyun's memory seem reasonable and complete, but the coincidences are so unbelievable.
Looking at the Han River, although there is no water god to guard it, it is still relatively peaceful.
Chen Jiangye fell into the water during the day, at which time water ghosts should not dare to appear. It could be the work of a water demon with some power. Water demons in rivers, lakes and seas should all be registered in the water god's shrine and generally dare not do evil.
Since the Taoist priest saved the soul, he may have also subdued the water demons. In that case, the River God would not have been completely unaware and indifferent.
Thinking about this, Wei Jiao was at a loss. If the River God had closed this matter, he couldn't possibly be completely unaware of what had happened at the City Lord's Mansion.
Wei Jiao frowned, put aside his thoughts, and changed his mind. Could it be that the Taoist priest was the one who initially captured Chen Jiangye's soul?
He said that all the river spirits and water demons who witnessed the commotion were silenced, which explained why the Han River was so quiet. However, since he had staged this grand spectacle, his motives were likely more than just material rewards. Since there was nothing in the Han River, the city lord's mansion...
With that thought in mind, she flew back to Yueyang City under the cover of night.
The city lord's mansion was quiet. Most people had already gone to sleep. Only the patrolling guards carried small fires in their hands. They walked through a courtyard filled with mist and quiet. They walked lightly, afraid of disturbing the master's rest.
But no one knew that pushing open this door would reveal an absolutely unexpected scene.
The air was thick with moisture, reflecting the colorful lights of the glass lamps. Strange music accompanied an ethereal, cunning female voice singing an unknown song.
Men and women in human form and demon body danced in the courtyard, amidst the mess of cups and plates. At the head of the table sat a woman with disheveled clothes, messy hair, unusually white skin, and long, narrow eyes with red rouge at the corners, which added a touch of coquettish charm to her pale face.
She held her wine glass, glanced lazily at the person hanging in mid-air, smiled alluringly, and drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.
A kneeling servant immediately filled the cup with wine, which earned him a light kiss from the woman.
On the other side, a demoness with an unusually large swaying waist walked up and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, what should be done with this underworld official?"
"What good idea do you have?" the woman, addressed as the Queen, replied lazily.
“I saw him go into that courtyard during the day, but I didn’t hear that the woman died. It was strange, but this guy actually sneaked here. I think he must know something.”
"Hmm, that makes sense. So what do you suggest we do?"
The enchantress chuckled, "Why don't we hand her over to our servants? We'll torture her first, then..."
Qingye, who was hanging in mid-air and was barely breathing, looked up at the distant sky upon hearing this and muttered under his breath, "If you can't find anything, why don't you come back sooner? Honestly, it's like the King of Hell putting on a show for his little devils."
"What are you muttering about!" the little demon beside him shouted in annoyance, throwing a wine glass at him.
"I'm saying, I want a big pot to cook all of you river fish!"
The monster was furious and was about to pick up its weapon to teach the creature a lesson when it found itself unable to move.
There was an unusually high-pitched voice that filled his eardrums, causing him to have splitting headaches and bulging eyes. He covered his ears and rolled on the ground.
Ripples spread across the ground, and a red spider lily emerged from the ripples, withered in an instant, and then a white one bloomed.
It seemed like only a moment had passed and the entire courtyard was like this. Coupled with the thick moisture in the courtyard and the colorful glass lights, it appeared even more dreamlike and enchanting.
Qingye, now freed from his restraints, floated in the courtyard like a god, the moonlight and starlight behind him gone. He stared expressionlessly at the monsters in the courtyard.
Slowly raise your left hand, and a dark, round sphere rises and grows larger, ascending into the sky like a black moon.
The high-frequency sound stopped, and the demons breathed a sigh of relief.
Another crisp, tapping sound rang out in the air, its ancient melody still jarring, though intermittent, making it less unbearable.
Night took a step forward in the void, and black lines formed a staircase leading to the main seat.
The monsters in the courtyard trembled, unable to stand, looking in awe at the terrifying humanoid figure dressed in the lowest-ranking underworld official's attire, their fear beyond words.
Qingye landed on her right foot and lightly stomped her left foot. Black patterns rippled outwards, and a vortex rose from the sphere in the air, generating a huge suction force. The little demons in the courtyard howled and struggled, trying to use their last strength to escape from here.
But it was no use; his soul was gradually sucked out of his body and into that black sphere.
Then the sphere shrank and disappeared into the night sky.
He didn't care about the scene behind him; he only focused on the woman in front of him, his eyes clean and pure, devoid of any emotion.
His voice was also very soft, as if filled with confusion, as he asked, "Why would a perfectly good River God do these things?"
The woman's face had long since lost its color, and her once perfect human body now revealed the tail of a water snake, her body covered in blue scales. She could not speak, and Qingye did not expect her to answer; he simply remained in this position, watching her.
The next moment, someone pushed the door open and came in.
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