Princess, she is the one who facilitated the extradition.

Before we knew it, it was the fifteenth of July, the day when the white clouds dispersed after the departing souls, and also the day to deliver the souls of the wandering spirits.

On this day, Bai Yunshu didn't go anywhere; she stayed at home, dedicating her last moments to her family.

But gatherings and partings always come to an end. As night fell, Guiyao knocked on the door of the Yun residence.

Ah Ye held his mother's hand, choking back tears, "Mother, don't worry about your son. With your dowry, your son will never run out of money in his lifetime, and he will never go hungry or cold again."

With his uncle and aunt by his side, the son is no longer alone. With his cousin Guiyao by his side, the son will no longer be bullied.

Everything will be better, please rest assured. If you miss your son or need money, just visit me in a dream and I will burn lots and lots of paper money for you...

As she spoke, she choked up and could only manage suppressed sobs.

Those words weren't what he truly felt. He couldn't bear to part with his mother, but humans and ghosts are different, so he had no choice but to let her go.

Bai Xiuyuan also wanted his sister to rest in peace. "Sister, don't worry, we will treat Xiaoye as our own child and find a suitable woman for him to marry."

Once your remains are moved back to the capital, we will visit you often.

They dared not leave the capital at will, so they paid a security escort to make the trip and move Baiyunshu, who was buried in the countryside, back to the capital, so that their whole family could be together again.

Min's eyes also welled up with tears. "Don't worry, sister, I will take good care of Xiao Ye."

Bai Yunshu reluctantly pulled her gaze away from her son, brother, and sister-in-law one by one, finally withdrawing her hand from her son's and forcing a smile.

"I'm at ease, and you don't need to worry about me. When we get to the underworld..."

She didn't know what the underworld was like; she had never been there. "I'll send you dreams."

Seeing that she was really reluctant to part with it, Gui Yao asked, "How about I give it to you at the end of the month?"

People say that the gates of hell open on the first day of the seventh lunar month and the souls of the dead are sent away on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month. They mistakenly believe that the gates of hell close on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month and all souls must return to the underworld.

In reality, the Ghost Festival is the day for universal salvation and forgiveness of sins. The Earth Official descends to the mortal world to check good and evil deeds and pardon sins. People believe that the merit of offering sacrifices to ancestors at this time is the greatest and can help ancestors eliminate karma. Therefore, many people set up offerings and send them off on this day.

Over time, people began to mistake this farewell ceremony for the final deadline for the departed souls to return to the underworld.

The souls of the dead receive the offerings and then return home early with the offerings. Gradually, the custom of the souls returning to the underworld on the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month became an unwritten rule of the underworld.

However, the gates of hell actually close on the last day of July, and the souls of the dead can remain in the human world before that.

Bai shook her head, "We must part ways eventually, so I won't linger any longer."

Otherwise, the pain of separation will have to be experienced again in half a month.

Moreover, this time, in order to allow the family to reunite one last time, Guiyao transferred spiritual power to Xiao Ye and the other two to prevent them from being affected by the yin energy.

We can't let Gui Yao's spiritual power go to waste any more.

"Let's go."

She took Gui Yao's hand, looked at her loved ones one last time, and walked out of the house first. Gui Yao saw this and didn't say anything more.

The man and the ghost went to the mass grave first.

Today, we send off not only Bai Yunshu, but also the wandering souls in the mass grave.

When they arrived, Xiao Huaijin had already set up a long offering table with people, which was filled with all kinds of food, like a banquet.

Not far from the offering table were piles of paper money and incense sticks, as well as countless burning candles.

Seeing that everything was ready, Gui Yao said gently, "Thank you, you can all go back now."

Countless spirits arrived shortly afterward, creating an atmosphere of extreme yin energy that offered no benefit to ordinary people.

There were too many items for the sacrifice, and she didn't have the time, so she paid the steward of Prince Jin's mansion to help prepare them and send them over.

Xiao Huaijin was worried and personally took charge. Now, not wanting Gui Yao to worry, he nodded and said, "Be careful."

He then left with his guards.

When there was no one alive left in the mass grave except for Guiyao, she took out graphite mixed with cinnabar and a brush from her spatial storage and began to draw talismans to help them pass on to the afterlife.

After drawing the talisman, Gui Yao lit incense, candles, and paper money, took the Seven Star Steps, and chanted incantations.

The wandering ghosts came from all directions, and when they saw the table full of offerings and the mountain of money, their eyes lit up and they swallowed hard.

Most of them had no one to offer sacrifices to, and their lives as ghosts were extremely difficult for many years.

But none of the ghosts dared to move. Gui Yao's aura was too great, a mixture of spiritual power and malevolent energy, making the ghosts even more terrified than the ghost messengers and Yama they had encountered.

Bai Yunshu, along with a few spirits she had met at the mass grave a few days prior, helped maintain order.

"The princess will perform a ritual for all the departed souls present today, and the offerings are also prepared for everyone."

Please don't rush. Enter in an orderly fashion to receive the food, and then eat on the spot. The princess has also prepared silver and travel permits for everyone, which will be distributed after the chanting.

Gui Yao had previously performed a ritual at the mass grave, though it wasn't as grand as this one. However, she genuinely distributed food, money, and travel permits to everyone.

Many wandering souls have already taken her travel permit to report to the temple. It is said that those who take the travel permit given by Xuanji Tower to report receive better treatment.

The Piao brothers and sisters didn't have as many schemes as they did in life, so no one suspected that Gui Yao was up to all of this to wipe them out.

They obediently received the supplies and then sat in circles around Gui Yao, behaving very well.

As Bai Yunshu looked at the ghost, she suddenly thought of Mi Po. Mi Po was the gentlest ghost she had ever met. They had agreed that Mi Po would take her to the underworld today.

But for the sake of her children and grandchildren, she chose to vanish completely from this world, without even saying goodbye to her, that old ghost…

Coupled with the sadness of being separated from her loved ones, Bai Yunshu felt extremely distressed.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of chanting, which seemed to have the power to soothe the ghosts' hearts. Her emotions gradually calmed down. When she looked up, she saw Gui Yao sitting cross-legged in the middle of the ghosts, chanting scriptures for salvation. The ghosts ate and listened to the chanting, and their malevolent aura dissipated without them realizing it.

After the chanting ended, Guiyao leaped into the air, waving his hands to the left and right, and the mountain of paper money fell evenly into each of his floating hands.

She then sat down at the table, picked up a pen, and said, "Those who want a travel permit, come here to get one."

The travel permits were all prepared in the past few days by the clerks of Prince Jin's residence; Gui Yao only needs to fill in the information about the deceased.

Many who have lingered in the human world for years, having long forgotten their own names and the time of their deaths, are all given a wandering soul guide.

Some people who suffered in their previous lives are afraid to go to the underworld because they fear they will continue to suffer in their next life. Others who committed evil deeds in their previous lives are afraid of being punished, or they may still have lingering attachments. For all these reasons, they dare not go to the underworld.

But many more drifters consciously lined up, waiting for Guiyao to distribute their travel permits.

Gui Yao laid a portrait on the table, asked Piao for information, filled in the blanks, and then pointed to the portrait, asking, "Have you ever seen this woman?"

The portrait is of Zhao Mingyue's wet nurse, Chai.

Gui Yao has been investigating these past few days, but still has no clue about Chai's death.

But she came to the mass grave a few days ago to give alms to the orphans. What people don't know, perhaps the ghosts do. So she prepared a portrait in advance and will ask the ghosts tonight.

The person being questioned glanced at the screen and shook their head.

The one at the back of the line looked at the portrait without her having to ask again, and said, "I came to burn paper money and offer food a few days ago."

However, the old woman had only a limited amount of things, and there were too many wandering ghosts in the mass grave. Everyone was busy fighting over them, so no ghost paid any attention to Chai.

With the two who led the way, there was no need to ask the others; they answered themselves, but none of the information was useful.

Until a wet, floating figure stood before Gui Yao; it was a man in his forties.

"She's a lecherous woman; that day she hid by the river watching two men bathe."

Gui Yao looked up. "You're not seeing things?"

Shui Piao slipped and fell into the river on a rainy day and drowned. For so many years, he had wanted to leave that river, but a water ghost like him could only leave by finding a substitute.

He didn't want to hurt anyone. He had seen his wife and children crying because of his death, and he couldn't bear to see others suffer because of the drowning of their family members.

So he stayed in that river for several years, reliving the scene of his death every day, a painful and tedious experience.

Today, Guiyao performed a ritual to deliver the souls of the ten directions from suffering. He was fortunate enough to leave that river and was very grateful to Guiyao.

Upon hearing this, he leaned closer to the portrait and examined it carefully. He said with certainty, "I'm not mistaken, it's that old woman."

She must have fallen; her hands and knees were covered in dirt, so she went to the river to wash them. But when she saw two men bathing, she couldn't move and kept staring at one of them.

Gui Yao knew that on the way to the mass grave, he had to cross a river. He asked Shui Piao and learned that he was indeed from that river.

Gui Yao then asked, "What did those two men look like?"