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Chapter 213, Master Fang, the Contemporary Wu Zixu
Over the next few hours, Lu Yue managed to get some information from the two handsome men, Black and White, in bits and pieces, and then gradually pieced it together.

The underworld suffered a disaster a long time ago, and those former sites are now in ruins. Even the famous King of Hell, the Lord of the Underworld, and the Ghost Messenger in the mythology have disappeared without a trace.

If the underworld is compared with the Demon Suppression Department in the mortal world, the underworld is more like a chaotic place with no order and full of dangers, where a fierce ghost that is a hundred or even a thousand years old may emerge at any time, making it impossible to guard against it.

Exploring the secrets of the underworld is like looking directly into the abyss.

From the moment you step into the depths of the underworld, it feels like you are stepping into the gates of hell.

Sometimes, even death becomes a luxury.

The underworld lost its order, and the Buddhas in the kapok robes also fell.

The ruins are both the birthplace and tomb of gods.

Perhaps, long, long ago, some horrible things happened to these gods, which led to the underworld becoming ruins, the collapse of order, and the fall of the Buddhas.

But who has such great power to cause all these disasters???
While Lu Yue was busy following, he fell into deep thought.

The more I think about it, the more my scalp tingles. The water here is really too deep, so deep that just a peek inside could lead to endless internal friction.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment.

When Lu Yue walked out of the underworld, a new day had already arrived outside.

Through Lu Yue's cell phone, the two handsome men, Black and White, quickly contacted the local Demon Suppression Division in Taicheng and took the victims back to the inpatient department one by one. The disabled extraordinary people were also handed over to the Demon Suppression Division for investigation.

Fortunately, the condition of those pure souls was not too bad. After all, they had only drunk imitation Meng Po soup, so there was still a possibility of recovery.

Moreover, according to the experts in the inpatient department of the Demon Suppression Bureau, the souls of these people have been sublimated after being baptized by the imitation Meng Po soup, which will be beneficial for their future.

As far as Guo Tao and the other two are concerned, their practice efficiency will be greatly improved in the future.

This can be considered a blessing in misfortune.

In the next few days, Lu Yue practiced while going to the store on time to give hot medicine to the two handsome men, Hei Bai, until they finished taking the last dose of medicine.

"Doctor Zhang's medicine is very effective. The impact of the curse on the clothes has been delayed for a while. This period of time is all thanks to Brother Lu Yue." Bai Shuai said gratefully.

"But it's time for us to go. There are still many tasks waiting for us."

After saying that, Bai Shuai gently put down the medicine bowl in his hand.

As public officials whose headquarters are stationed in the underworld, they are completely different from the extraordinary people in the world of the living, and not all of them are qualified to enter the underworld.

There are many cockroaches hiding in the dark in this world, and their tasks are still arduous, arresting wanted criminals, exploring the underworld, and uncovering secrets that have been buried for a long time...

Sending you thousands of miles, you have to say goodbye in the end.

When it came to the real moment of farewell, even the usually taciturn Hei Shuai said a few words to express his gratitude, not only because Lu Yue made medicine for them, but also because Lu Yue helped them successfully complete the mission.

Then, Hei Shuai took out a few pieces of yellow paper from his pocket and handed them to Lu Yue.

"I only have these few pieces of yellow paper. Take them. If you encounter problems that you cannot solve in the world of the living, burn them for me."

Lu Yue: “…”

This always sounds a bit wrong.

However, since it was a kind gesture from Hei Shuai, Lu Yue still accepted the yellow paper gratefully and waved goodbye: "Bai Shuai, Hei Shuai, I will miss you. You should also pay attention to safety down there. Remember that your body is your own..."

"Come to Taicheng often when you have time. You all know where my home is."

The two handsome men, black and white, waved goodbye, holding mourning sticks and soul-catching chains.

"Yes, we will come visit you when we have time."

"..."

After returning to the store and cleaning it carefully, Lu Yue finally came to a successful conclusion to helping Doctor Zhang run the store. He took out his cell phone to ask Doctor Zhang when he would be back, but there was no answer, presumably he was busy.

After leaving the Chinese medicine clinic, Lu Yue walked to the end of the street.

He hailed a taxi. The driver was a bearded middle-aged man with a cheerful and enthusiastic personality, which made Lu Yue feel uncomfortable.

As expected, every experienced taxi driver is a chatterbox.

Seeing that Lu Yue had no intention of chatting, the bearded driver also tactfully stopped talking, only occasionally picking up the walkie-talkie to chat with his colleagues.

Lu Yue took out his cell phone and wanted to see if there was any special news recently. He flipped through it casually and found that it was all entertainment news, so he opened the group chat.

The group members continued to perform at their "normal" level as always.

Either it is extremely obscene, or it is extremely crazy.

The topics ranged from life ideals to the world situation, war trends, nanotechnology, lithography machines, aliens, black holes in the universe, and even the secrets of Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum...

It was not until this time that a group member forwarded a chat record.

[Informed person: Mass grave horror incident! ]

[Informed person: Shocked, this is absolutely true, don’t enter if you are timid, a disaster has hit my city, just yesterday there was a violent explosion in a suburb, black smoke billowed and covered the sky, a foul smell filled the nose]

[Informed source: The nearby area has been blocked off. A brave person sneaked in and found that the explosion only revealed a corner of it. That place is a huge corpse pit. It is a mass grave, a very dangerous place, and a place where corpses are kept.]

[Informed source: That night, nearby residents saw with their own eyes someone sneak into the blocked area, bring back some body parts, and sew them together to make a complete body. That person is the corpse-stitcher in folklore.]

[Informed source: The corpse stitcher issued a 100 million reward for an old man]

[Informed person: An old man holding a whisk who is suspected to be a Taoist was stripped]

[Informed source: The corpse stitcher urgently withdrew the reward]

[Informed source: The ancestral grave of a corpse stitcher was dug up, and he called on his peers to fight the enemy together]

[Informed source: The old Taoist whipped the corpse with a whisk in front of the person sewing the corpse]

[Informed person: The contemporary version of Wu Zixu, how big is this hatred]

Mass grave?
Corpse stitcher?
An old Taoist holding a whisk?

Ancestral graves dug up?

Every paragraph in the reposted chat record revealed something unusual. Lu Yue quickly clicked on it and found that there were not only texts but also some blurry photos.

Soon, Lu Yue sorted out a series of clues.

Corpse stitchers, a dark profession, often deal with the dead, especially those with mutilated limbs. Corpse stitchers stitch the bodies to ensure their integrity, calm the dead's resentment and prevent them from decaying.

This profession may sound creepy, but from a work perspective it is full of justice. In some places, the Demon Suppression Bureau will even invite corpse tailors as consultants.

Outside the previous ruins, Lu Yue had met a corpse-stitcher. Although the other party cheated the rich second generation, he did stop the rich second generation's friend from becoming a zombie in time.

The appearance of mass graves is often closely related to disasters such as natural disasters, epidemics, and wars. Such places accumulate a lot of resentment in a short period of time, which cannot be dissipated due to terrain or other reasons, resulting in changes in the surrounding magnetic field, forming a very dangerous place that is extremely likely to breed vicious ghosts.

The old Taoist priest holding the whisk was none other than Taoist Fang.

Judging from the clues in the chat records, the explosion in the mass grave might be related to Taoist Fang. In order to find Taoist Fang, the corpse-sewer offered a huge reward, which resulted in the ancestral grave being dug up.

But why did Master Fang do this?

Based on Lu Yue's understanding of the Taoist priest, he would never dig up people's ancestral graves for no reason. There must be a secret hidden in this.

Lu Yue frowned, and two words suddenly appeared in his mind.

Settlement!

Thirty years ago, a group of people framed Taoist Master Fang. The young and promising Taoist Master Fang disappeared without a trace and has been living in Taicheng under an assumed name for a long time.

This vengeance cannot go unrevenged.

Could it be that this corpse-sewer was one of the participants back then?

(End of this chapter)