You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

Chapter 64 Magical Flying Sword!

Within the cloud-like yin energy, indistinct ghostly figures spoke one after another, lamenting their poverty and expressing their desire to be reincarnated!
"........."

This was completely different from what Chen Yang had expected.

He was even prepared to fight a battle to establish his authority and test the strength of the "Ali Girl" ghost king!

pity.

The wish was not fulfilled.

It's all the fault of those damned poor bastards!

Ali was also dumbfounded; she couldn't quite understand it...

Is poverty really that terrible?

Ruyi said, "Miss, you are born into wealth and honor, how could you know the taste of poverty? Poverty can make people sell their children and wives, can make people abandon their humanity, commit crimes, murder, arson... and even turn them into demons!"

Ali: "But...but we're already dead, we've become ghosts!"

Ruyi: "What's wrong with ghosts? If ghosts aren't afraid of poverty, why do people call someone a 'poor ghost' when they're cursing someone for being poor? In my previous life, my family was too poor, so my father sold me and sent me to the palace. If I hadn't followed you, Miss, I probably would have died in the palace long ago!"

In the palace?

Chen Yang's eyes flickered slightly.

The ghosts in Hongshan City call Ali "Princess," and Ruyi also mentioned "the palace"... Could it be that this "Ali" girl was really a princess in her previous life?

"It doesn't matter."

Ali said, “The reason I gathered everyone in Red Mountain City was twofold: first, I didn’t want you to do evil and harm people outside, and second, I was afraid that you would wander around and become lonely ghosts… Now that you have the opportunity to be reincarnated, it is a good thing.”

"Anyone who wants to go down there may go."

A poor man in tattered clothes stepped forward, knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Princess."

Then he came to Chen Yang and said, "Lord Night Wanderer, I am willing to go to the underworld with you. I only hope that you can have mercy and let this old man be reborn into a better life next time."

"How you are reincarnated is not up to me. The underworld has its own laws. When you get down there, a judge will judge your good and evil deeds in this life and then decide what kind of reincarnation you will be."

Chen Yang replied, then looked at Ali: "Miss Ali, after a person dies, the soul enters the underworld. This is an ironclad law of the underworld that cannot be violated. It's not a matter of who wants to go down or who doesn't."

Without giving them a chance to bargain, Chen Yang said, "Tonight, a hundred ghosts are roaming the city of Hongshan, and I cannot stand idly by... I will not ask for much. I will give you three days to gather 100 souls and bring them to the shop. I will personally send them on their way!"

One hundred dead souls?

Ali was overjoyed and readily agreed, saying that he would definitely send the hundred dead souls on time and in full three days later.

There must be quite a few ghosts in Red Mountain City who want to be reincarnated, and it would be easy to gather a hundred... She was even worried that the number was too small, and that the ghosts in Red Mountain City might fight each other for the spot.

As for Chen Yang, he also had his own considerations.

100 ghosts...

Quite a lot!
Business needs to be built up gradually; a steady, long-term approach is the key.

Ali, this ghost king, is in Wucheng, yet he has never harmed anyone... He is actually a potential partner.

"okay."

"It's getting late, I need to cultivate now."

Chen Yang told the guests to leave.

Ali said, "Mr. Chen, then we'll meet again in three days."

A chilling wind suddenly rose, and soon the misty, eerie atmosphere on the street dissipated. The streetlights on both sides of the street lit up again, and the sounds of vehicles honking in the distance could be heard.

Chen Yang pulled down the roller shutter and went straight up to the second floor.

He took out the Soul-Capturing Bell and released Chen Huaiyi.

Chen Yang had not blocked Chen Huaiyi's senses from within the Soul-Capturing Bell, so he "saw" everything that was happening outside and laughed, "Not bad... Chen Yang, you've really grown up!"

"You handled today's matter very well, knowing when to advance and when to retreat. You maintained your dignity as the Night Watchman while also giving Red Mountain City a choice, preventing them from rebelling."

Chen Yang laughed and said, "Even if they really rebel, I'm not afraid... Your son is now the Night Wanderer, wielding the three great magic weapons: the Soul-Locking Chain, the Night-Shining Lantern, and the Soul-Capturing Bell. Why would he be afraid of them?"

"Whether you are afraid or not is one thing, but you must never put yourself in danger."

Perhaps thinking of his past, Chen Huaiyi sighed and said, "Three days later, send me and the hundred souls of Hongshan City on our way. Also, write me a letter of introduction. Once we get to the underworld, I will find a way to enter the underworld."

Chen Yang thought for a moment and said, "Okay... I'll contact the printing factory again tomorrow and have them send me a truckload of ghost money. I'll burn more for you later."

"As the saying goes, money makes the world go round... When you get down there, spend money like crazy. If you don't have enough money, find a way to go to Lord Cui and ask him to appear in my dreams." The father and son chatted for a long time, talking about the future.

The next day, Chen Yang contacted the manufacturer early in the morning to ask them to deliver the goods as soon as possible.

The old man was idle at home during the day, so he asked Chen Yang to call Gu Jinghui, saying that he wanted to personally guide Gu Jinghui in his cultivation.

Half an hour later, Gu Jinghui arrived on his electric scooter.

He was wearing a mask, peeking around, and walking with a limp. Even the rearview mirror on his electric scooter was missing, and there were obvious scratches on the left side.

"what happened?"

Chen Yang asked in surprise, "What's going on with you?"

Gu Jinghui stammered, "It's nothing... I accidentally fell off my electric bike last night when I was riding home."

Chen Yang ripped off Gu Jinghui's mask and chuckled, "Did you get those panda eyes from a fall?"

Gu Jinghui gave a wry smile before recounting the whole story...

Do you remember that crazy person I got a phone call in the middle of the night last night?

"That lunatic wasn't actually a lunatic, but a ghost... He called himself a general, and he really did seem to be one!"

Gu Jinghui grew angrier as he spoke: "Just because I cursed at him a few times on the phone, he sent a few ghosts to ambush me on the way, put me in a sack, and beat me up..."

boom!
Gu Jinghui slammed his fist against the wall and gritted his teeth, saying, "I've found out. That ghost general is under the command of the Red Mountain Goddess of Red Mountain City. He used to be a general in the Western Xia Kingdom, named something like General Tuoba!"

"And that Lady Hongshan... I heard she was once a princess of the Western Xia Kingdom, named something like Li... Li..."

Chen Yang blinked and asked, "Li Ali?"

Gu Jinghui: "Yes, yes, that's the name. I even looked it up online this morning. Emperor Li Yuanhao of the Western Xia Dynasty had four children. His four sons were named Li Ninglingge, Li Liangzuo, and Li Xueli. This Li Ali is Li Xueli's full sister!"

"That's it...that's it!"

Chen Yang suddenly realized!

Therefore, Ali is the Goddess of Hongshan!
The ghosts of Hongshan City call her a princess because she really was a princess, and among those ghosts there are probably many former subjects of the "Western Xia Kingdom".

"So, does this mean the era of separation between Yin and Yang, and the severance of the road to the underworld, can be traced back to 1000 years ago?"

even……

Longer?

As for the identity of "Ali Girl", Chen Yang didn't care too much.

No matter what kind of princess or emperor you were in life, you will still be under the control of the god after death.

"Don't worry, once you've achieved a certain level of cultivation, you'll be able to take revenge... Go upstairs, my father wants to personally guide your cultivation."

Gu Jinghui went to the second floor.

Chen Yang was cultivating on the first floor.

Two more days passed quickly.

May 29th, the third day of the fifth lunar month.

With the Dragon Boat Festival approaching, in addition to eating zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) and racing dragon boats to commemorate Qu Yuan, some families also buy incense, candles, paper money, and paper clothes to pay respects to the deceased. The funeral shops have seen a significant increase in business these past two days.

Chen Yang had just finished a business deal when Wang Lin arrived.

His blond hair had been dyed black, and his clothes looked much more normal. He was holding a delicate little wooden box.

"Master Chen!"

"You revealed the weaknesses of the demon spirit, which allowed us to effectively control the nine [Misty Spirit Realms]. To express our gratitude, headquarters has specially sent you two treasures."

Chen Yang: "What treasure?"

Wang Lin kept everyone in suspense: "Master Chen will know once he opens it and takes a look."

Chen Yang curiously opened the wooden box, only to find a small, blood-red sword inside. The patterns and colors on the sword were similar to flesh and blood, and it was about nine inches long.

"This is……"

"A magical flying sword?"

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