I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

Zhang Yunxiao quickly issued the task:

"First, gather information about the underworld and the netherworld throughout the province, providing whatever is needed; second, the Guiling City Special Task Force should keep a close watch, and if they encounter any more spirit soldiers, make every effort to make contact!"

"The emergence of the underworld is no small matter; we must understand its stance and prepare accordingly!"

As soon as Zhang Yunxiao finished speaking, everyone, both on and off screen, stood up in unison: "Yes!"

After the meeting ended, only Zhong Yingmei and Daoist Changdeng remained in the office, and the atmosphere instantly became somber.

"Taoist Master, is there a way to actively find the Soul Soldiers?" Zhong Yingmei asked, rubbing her temples.

"Disaster!"

Master Changdeng shook his head with a wry smile, "If the gods want to hide, mortals could turn Guiling City upside down and still not find them. We can only wait for them to show up again."

Zhong Yingmei sighed. She felt a strange sense of familiarity with the leader of that group of soul soldiers, but she just couldn't remember where he was.

At this moment, in the Inspectorate, Zhong Jiu was playing with his official seal while listening to Zhou Sheng's report, completely unaware that his sister was so worried about finding him that she was going bald.

His three squads of soul soldiers have been dispatched to hunt ghosts, and the progress is rapid. In particular, Liu Canying's ability to recruit soldiers is comparable to that of a "top HR".

"The three people Liu Canying recruited were a fitness coach, an extreme sports fanatic, and a veteran detective from the serious crimes unit. They were all incredibly daring."

Zhou Sheng reported with a smile: "Liu Hunchao has only been gone for three days, but his ghost-catching skills are no less than those of us old folks."

Zhong Jiu nodded, tapping his fingers on the table: "How's the investigation into the Huida Building matter going?"

To be promoted to the eighth-rank official, he must deal with a level four or higher vengeful ghost, and the ghostly area of ​​Huida Building is his target.

"My lord, the vengeful ghost is named Huang Jingwen. He was a white-collar worker at Huida Building. He pursued Li Wanqiu, the eldest daughter of the Li family, but failed to win her over. Later, he committed suicide for some unknown reason."

Zhou Sheng leaned forward and lowered his voice, "Huida Building has always been a property of the Li family."

"Oh?"

Zhong Jiu raised an eyebrow. He had heard of Li Wanqiu before. She was the apple of the eye of the Li family in Guiling City, a great beauty who had returned from studying abroad, and her suitors could stretch from the Huida Building to the riverbank.

Huang Jingwen is an ordinary white-collar worker; she's from a completely different world.

"What's strange is that the resentment from a suicide due to love should at most turn into an ordinary evil spirit, so how did he become a vengeful ghost and turn the entire building into a ghost realm?"

Zhou Sheng scratched his head, looking completely confused.

Zhong Jiu paused, thinking to himself, "This is the key."

"How good is he?"

"Your subordinates dare not venture deep into the ghost realm; they can only investigate from the outside."

Zhou Sheng's expression turned serious. "Conservatively speaking, a level four vengeful ghost! And in the Huida Building, on his territory, his strength would be double!"

A level four vengeful ghost?

A hint of excitement flashed in Zhong Jiu's eyes; it would be a good opportunity to test the power of the Demon-Slaying Sword.

But he didn't like to act recklessly; a level four vengeful ghost was in his lair, and it would be too disadvantageous to force his way in.

The one who tied the knot must untie it.

Zhong Jiu's lips curled into a cunning smile. "Huang Jingwen died because of Li Wanqiu and also seized the Li family's assets. There must be something fishy going on here. Zhou Sheng, go to the Li family and 'invite' Li Wanqiu to the Inspectorate."

The Li family villa was deathly silent late at night.

As the richest family in Guiling City, the Li family maintained stricter security than banks during these days when evil spirits roamed freely. They would turn off the lights and seal the doors as soon as it got dark, except for Li Wanqiu's room on the third floor, where a lamp was still lit.

Li Wanqiu was wearing pink and white pajamas, her long wine-red hair draped over her shoulders, and she was holding a glass of red wine, gulping it down.

A cold wind blew outside the window, but she didn't care. In this era where everyone was afraid of ghosts, she wished that ghosts would come to her door, but she was also afraid that if she died, she would be fulfilling Huang Jingwen's wish.

"What should I do?" she murmured to herself, her eyes filled with despair.

As soon as she closes her eyes, Huang Jingwen's greedy eyes appear in her dreams, making her feel uneasy all over.

Suddenly, a cold wind slipped in through the window cracks, carrying a faint sense of gloom.

Li Wanqiu felt her eyelids grow heavy and fell asleep on the bed with a thud.

The next second, her soul floated lightly out of her body, looking at her sleeping self on the bed with a blank expression.

"Miss Li, the Inspector requests your presence."

Zhou Sheng's voice rang out in the room, carrying the chill unique to underworld soul messengers.

Li Wanqiu turned around abruptly and saw a figure dressed in a dark military uniform standing by the window, the Soul-Binding Lock in his hand gleaming coldly.

Li Wanqiu instantly fainted.

When consciousness finally broke free from the chaos, he looked up and, lo and behold, he had already floated out of the city walls of Guiling!

"Where...where am I?"

She nearly lost her mind; her scream caught in her throat and was about to burst out when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

She floated faster than the wind without her feet touching the ground, as if an invisible hand was pulling her forward. She felt light all over, unable to feel any weight at all, as if she were walking on clouds.

Li Wanqiu glanced down at her semi-transparent sleeve, muttering in a trembling voice, "No way... have I turned myself into a ghost?"

The next second, memories flooded back like a tidal wave. His physical body was still lying safely on his bed at home, and what was floating outside was clearly his soul!

"Miss Li, don't be so quick to sentence yourself to death."

A familiar voice came from the mist ahead, "It's just that the living cannot see my master, so I ask your spirit to come along."

It's that man in black from earlier!

Li Wanqiu instantly realized why she had been so absent-minded following him earlier; she had been bewitched by that voice!

In the past, if she had encountered such a ghostly encounter, she would have been so frightened that she would have collapsed into a puddle of mud.

But nowadays, the world is filled with an overwhelming amount of yin energy, and encountering a ghost is as common as running a red light; the general public has long since become accustomed to it.

Not to mention Li Wanqiu, the eldest daughter of the prestigious Li family, a high-achieving student who returned from studying abroad, what storms hasn't she seen?

She was tense for only three seconds before she suppressed her panic and her gaze became steady.

She secretly glanced at Zhou Sheng, who was leading the way. His face was hidden in a fog, as if it had been pixelated, but his upright posture and the way he walked with the wind showed that he was definitely a soldier.

What was most striking was that he was dragging a thick iron chain on the ground with his right hand, making a sizzling sound that sent chills down one's spine.

"Who exactly are you?"

Li Wanqiu suppressed her curiosity and asked the question, her voice no longer trembling at all.

Zhou Sheng didn't turn his head, his voice as hard as if he were hitting a steel plate: "Zhou Sheng, a Soul Soldier under the command of the Inspector General."

"Inspector General?"

Li Wanqiu raised an eyebrow. This title sounded even more ancient than an old relic, and it didn't seem like a modern title at all.

Fortunately, Zhong Jiu had instructed them to be polite, so Zhou Sheng didn't put on airs and patiently explained, "They are the inspectors from the Underworld stationed in Guiling City, in charge of local Yin and Yang affairs. We are going to the Inspectorate now."

The underworld? Matters of Yin and Yang? The Censorate?

These words struck Li Wanqiu's mind like a thunderbolt, leaving her completely stunned. She pressed for confirmation: "The underworld you're talking about, is it the proper underworld with the Ten Kings of Hell and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face officials? It's not some shady, fraudulent scheme, is it?"

"The underworld, the netherworld, it's absolutely true."

Zhou Sheng didn't stop walking.

Li Wanqiu was completely flustered now, her voice filled with tension: "So you're the messenger of death, the one who takes souls? Am I going to the Yellow Springs to drink Meng Po's soup, preparing to be reincarnated?"

A whole host of legends about the underworld came flooding back to her, leaving her completely distraught.

Zhou Sheng finally stopped and turned back to reassure him: "I already told you you're not dead, it's just that the magistrate wants to see you. Once you meet him, you'll have all the answers you need to ask."

After saying that, he simply shut up and stopped talking, only grabbing the iron chain and striding forward.