"What a huge loss! If I had known, I would have just used a piece of rag to set up a stall!" A ghost cried out, and turned around and ran away without even bothering to put away the table and the goods on it.
The other ghosts who had set up tables to display their wares nodded in agreement, feeling extremely sad and with bitter looks on their faces.
Why put the table there? There is no time to put it away!
Unlike those who just tear a piece of rag, pinch the four corners, wrap the goods into a ball, and run away with the bag.
In the dark night, the stars are dotted and the moonlight is bright.
Hundreds of translucent, real and unreal black shadows flew up, floating in all directions, and fled quickly.
Like a sharp arrow shot out, it is extremely fast and in different directions.
"call--"
Luo Zheyu floated in the air, quietly watching the numerous ghost shadows exploding on the ground. His face was calm, and he was not worried that they would escape.
Holding the sickle in hand, he swung it into the air.
The silver-white flame separated from the blade, making a whistling sound and forming a long line of fire. It seemed as if a soul had been poured into it and it came alive. It swirled and danced like a flying snake, shooting towards the ground. After it fell to the ground, it connected head to tail and coiled into a circle, trapping more than a hundred fleeing ghosts, preventing them from escaping.
The encirclement was quickly tightened, compressing the ghost's space, while increasing the momentum of the silver-white flames.
The ghosts all dodged and retreated, not daring to touch.
Surrounded by the silver-white flames, the ghosts panicked and used all their strength to lower the temperature around them, trying to let the frost formed by the Yin energy attach to the flames. However, they found that it was completely useless. On the contrary, the more they used their strength to extinguish the attacking silver-white flames, the higher the silver-white flames became and the more violently they burned.
It seems to feed on yin energy.
The flames were so powerful and domineering that the ghosts were terrified just by looking at them. They didn't dare to touch them for fear of getting burned.
Although there was still a gap above the head that was not surrounded by the silver-white flames, no one dared to try to escape by flying from above for a while.
The new soul that suddenly appeared and floated in the air controlling the silver-white flame was able to trap them so easily. It might have more tricks up its sleeve.
No ghost wants to try it with his body.
Life is important. Unless it is absolutely necessary, you should hope that others will take the lead. You should not be the first to do so.
"This...this sir, I have no grudge against you. I have been practicing in the human world for more than a hundred years. I have never done anything that harms the world or takes human life lightly. Why do you want to trap me?"
Standing among more than a hundred ghosts, an old man with a long beard, an old face and a gray gown looked at Luo Zheyu floating in the air and asked loudly.
"Yes, I have never hurt anyone before. Please let me go, sir!"
"I've only been a ghost for half a year, and I haven't done anything..."
The other ghosts echoed.
Luo Zheyu fell from the air holding the sickle, stepped on the ground, and did not answer.
The reasons why we arrested them have already been explained, so there is no need to repeat them.
Whether these hundreds of ghosts had done bad things in the past has nothing to do with Luo Zheyu, all of them will be packed up and sent to the underworld, and then the King of Hell will execute them and decide which level of hell they should go to for self-cultivation.
The problem now is that the small boat in the River Styx is only so big and can only hold seven or eight people at most. How can it transport so many ghosts?
Seeing that Luo Zheyu said nothing, but stared at them with a pair of sharp and piercing eyes, it was like a heavy mountain pressing down on their heads. A thin ghost wearing a hat and a long gown, dressed in luxurious clothes, could not stand the pressure and could not help shouting loudly: "Hey! I advise you to let me go quickly, otherwise..."
Luo Zheyu turned his gaze to him.
When everyone's eyes were directed at him alone, the pressure in his heart became even greater.
The skinny ghost paused, looked around, stretched his neck, and said with a flickering gaze, "If you don't let me go quickly, my ancestor will not let you off easily!"
"My ancestor has three hundred years of cultivation, he is very powerful! Your little anger is of no use to my ancestor. He is right here, he will arrive in a moment, and then you will be in trouble!"
"Let me go!"
The more the skinny ghost spoke, the more confident he became, and he gradually regained his arrogant look.
He stared at him calmly, thinking about how to take these ghosts away. After a moment of silence, Luo Zheyu came back to his senses and said, "Tell him to come quickly. I will take you to the underworld in a quarter of an hour."
Anyway, the small boat in the Styx can't hold so many ghosts, so adding one more ancestor of his wouldn't be too much.
Perhaps sensing Luo Zheyu's current distress, the node in the air that overlapped with the Styx space suddenly opened, and a long rope fell from the silver boat and landed directly on the ground.
The many ghosts trapped on the ground surrounded by the silver-white flames were startled and looked up at the node, feeling even more panicked.
The stronger the person who trapped them, the more difficult it would be for them to escape.
Luo Zheyu picked up the rope, walked into the circle of silver-white flames, and let the ghosts tie each other up.
The ghost resisted and refused to do as he said, but Luo Zheyu had no patience. He separated a cluster of fire and circled the ghost twice. The threat was obvious. The ghost trembled and had to pick up the rope to tie up other ghosts.
"Hey, man, loosen up a little."
The ghost stretched out his hands and spoke softly to the ghost opposite him.
"If it's too loose, it will be too obvious. I'll tie a slipknot for you. When the time comes, you can pull the two ends of the knot and it will be loosened..."
The ghost on the opposite side also leaned over and whispered in his ear.
The two ghosts smiled at each other.
The ghosts thought they were talking in a low voice, but Luo Zheyu who was standing nearby heard it clearly, but he did not step forward to stop them.
Since they want to escape so much, give them a chance.
However, within the space of the Styx, except for the silver boat, no other living or dead objects, regardless of their nature, can float on the river.
I hope that by then they will still be so determined to escape.
A cloud gradually approached the bright moon, covering it layer by layer, obscuring the moon and blocking its brilliance.
The night gets darker.
Suddenly, smoke rose in the distance, and the sound of light and fleeting bells came from far away. Two figures, one black and one white, walked out of the fog.
He walked slowly, step by step, but at a very fast speed. The road under his feet seemed to shrink into an inch, shortening the distance.
Two figures, one black and one white, quickly approached. The black figure was dressed in pure black, with black clothes, black shoes, and even his face. He wore a tall, straight hat on his head and held a mourning stick with a bell tied to it.
The white figure beside him was dressed the same as him, but in pure white clothes and a tall hat, and also holding a white mourning stick in his hand.
Luo Zheyu looked up and almost instantly recognized the two people, one in black and one in white, standing not far away.
With this appearance and attire, he is clearly the legendary ghost messenger from the underworld, Black and White Impermanence.
But why would the Black and White Impermanence appear here?
The ghosts that gathered here to hold the ghost market have all spent a lot of time in the human world, and each of them should have some ways to avoid being captured by the Black and White Impermanence.
Why am I so unlucky today? First I met the extradition man, and then the Black and White Impermanence arrived.
"Hey, someone has already captured these ghosts stranded in the human world." Bai Wuchang said.
The voice was flat and each word was pronounced with emphasis.
"It seems we are late."
Hei Wuchang took over and echoed him.
Luo Zheyu took a step forward, his eyes sparkling, observing the Black and White Impermanence with a little curiosity, and said in a gentle voice:
"You two must be the Black and White Impermanence, right? I am the escort, and I am here to ferry these ghosts stranded in the human world to the underworld."
The Ox-Head and Horse-Face in the underworld all know how to extradite people. Black and White Impermanence also work for the underworld, so they should be familiar with each other.
Black and White Impermanence looked at him for a few times, then looked up at the node in the sky where the Styx space overlapped with reality.
Hei Wuchang said: "So it's the new extradition officer."
Bai Wuchang said: "Since the extraditioner has suppressed the ghosts here, the two of us..."
"There is something important." Hei Wuchang continued.
"I'll leave first." Bai Wuchang said.
Black and White Impermanence said in unison: "Goodbye."
The two ghost officials turned around at the same time, their bodies and heads stiff and motionless, and they turned their backs as they walked.
"Please wait a moment." A clear and steady voice called out to them.
Black and White Impermanence paused and turned around.
"What's the matter with the extradition man?"
"I wonder how you two know there are ghosts here?"
From what I heard them talking to themselves earlier, it was clear that they came here because they knew in advance that there were ghosts lingering in this place.
Bai Wuchang replied: "Of course someone told me."
"Has anyone been informed?"
Hei Wuchang replied, "Yes, some talented people in the human world sent a letter to the underworld, complaining that ghosts have been disturbing the world for many years. That's why we came here."
"A talented person burns a letter to file a complaint? When did the talented people in the human world become so close to the underworld that they can even send a letter to the underworld..."
Luo Zheyu raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling quite curious.
"Extradition officers are busy all year round and may not know this."
"Five years ago, the passage between the underworld and the human world went awry, causing hundreds of people to fall into the underworld. After recording the various things that happened in the underworld, more than two hundred people survived and returned to the human world. Since then, the underworld and the human world have been connected."
"It's not a big deal that ordinary people don't have the ability to communicate with the underworld, but the talented people in the world try every means to connect with the underworld."
"The King of Hell didn't want to pay attention, but he was annoyed by being disturbed all day, so he opened a passage so that capable people could use some means to send a message to the underworld."
"But the human world and the underworld are two different realms after all. There is a difference between humans and ghosts. They seem to be involved with each other, but in fact they do not interfere with each other."
The Black and White Impermanence sang in unison, each speaking a sentence, and explained in detail what Luo Zheyu had asked.
“…So that’s how it is…”
Luo Zheyu murmured softly, as if thinking about something.
"Thank you both for clearing up my confusion."
Unexpectedly, this was the world he had been to before. He had only spent one day in this world, but when he came back again, five years had passed here.
In Luo Zheyu's experience, even if the time of traveling through dreams is counted, it was only a few days since he left this world.
It has only been a few days since I said goodbye to the King of Hell, but I didn’t expect to meet him again.
I just don't know, time flies, five years have passed, has the King of Hell figured out anything about traveling through different dimensions?
The King of Hell always says “just a few days later”. In five years, there are many “days”.
Luo Zheyu narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his lips.
After sending these ghosts to the underworld, we will go and see the King of Hell.
Holding mourning sticks, the Black and White Impermanence turned and walked away step by step, disappearing into the thick fog. The fog quickly dissipated and disappeared without a trace.
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