Princess, she is the one who facilitated the extradition.

Gui Yao opened his palm, and a stream of light slowly landed, condensing into a faint human-shaped phantom.

She focused her mind and breath, and the words she wanted to say were slowly transmitted from her heart to the other side through the light threads at her fingertips.

"Did you take your own life?"

The phantom nodded in response.

Gui Yao asked again, "Why did you commit suicide?"

The threads of light that had been wrapped around the phantom fell away, and the light and shadow remained motionless, indicating that the spirit refused to communicate with her.

He admitted to suicide but refused to say why. Gui Yao narrowed her eyes and saw two wisps of mist, one black and one white, drifting in from a distance. Gui Yao finally asked again.

Do you want to live?

After her soul left her body, she knelt before the old woman, reluctant to leave. Gui Yao guessed that she regretted it.

In this world, there are always people who do impulsive things because of temporary setbacks, but they usually regret it when they are on the verge of death, but it is too late.

Sure enough, the light and shadow that had been feigning death began to nod again, faster and more urgently than before.

Gui Yao nodded, flipped his fingers, and once again grasped the ball of light in his hand. "There will be no next time. I hope you will cherish your life from now on."

Five colors represent the Yang soul.

Even if this girl dies before her lifespan is over, she will be taken to the City of the Wrongfully Dead and imprisoned until her lifespan is exhausted. Only then will she turn black and become a true ghost.

Since she regretted it, Gui Yao gave her a chance and sent her back into her body before the underworld officials arrived.

As soon as he finished speaking, a warm liquid flowed from Gui Yao's palm—the gratitude of the departed soul.

Feeling the warmth in her palm, Gui Yao took Xiao Huaijin's hand with her other hand and sped towards the village.

Xiao Huaijin could neither see the soul nor hear Gui Yao's heartfelt words communicating with it.

But having vaguely guessed something, he didn't ask anything, followed Gui Yao out of the village, and now he's run back.

By this time, a large crowd had gathered in the old woman's house, offering their advice and helping her prepare for her funeral.

In the village, a young woman who dies such a violent death is not allowed to be buried in the ancestral graveyard.

If the family was poor, they would usually wrap the body in a straw mat and bury it in the back mountain.

The old woman and her granddaughter were the only two left in the family, and their lives were really not good. The village chief was kind-hearted and took a straw mat from his own home.

The straw mat was prepared, and an elderly woman wanted to step forward to tidy up the deceased's appearance. The old woman thought that her granddaughter would be buried underground forever, and she cried her heart out, her withered hands tightly holding the body.

"Take the milk with you, Sui'er. Take the milk with you. It's all the milk's fault. The milk has brought misfortune upon you..."

Amidst these desperate and painful cries, Gui Yao stepped alone into the earthen house.

"She's not dead, I can save her."

The old woman paused in her sobs, then a look of surprise spread across her wrinkled face. "Really..."

"Who are you?"

A middle-aged man interrupted the old woman, looking wary.

The woman beside him also said, "Sui'er isn't breathing anymore, she's obviously dead. You're not here to scam money, are you? We're a poor family, we don't have any money for you."

The two men were the old woman's nephew and niece-in-law, and they lived next door to her.

Gui Yao glanced at the two of them indifferently, then her gaze fell on the old woman. "I know some medical skills. I was passing by and was drawn here by your cries. Would you like me to help you?"

"save!"

Before the middle-aged couple could object, the old woman pleaded, "Please save my granddaughter."

"Auntie!"

The middle-aged woman tried to persuade him, "Sui'er has already passed away. There's no such thing as bringing the dead back to life. This person might have other plans."

The man also advised, "Yes, Aunt, Sui'er disappeared suddenly and returned just as suddenly, covered in injuries. Who knows what she went through?"

He glared at Gui Yao with hostility. "This person showing up in the village in the middle of the night is definitely not normal."

Whose daughter is this, wandering around outside in the middle of the night?

The old woman insisted, "Sui'er is her parents' only bloodline. They passed away early, leaving us, her grandmother and granddaughter, to depend on each other for survival."

All I have left is this old life and this dilapidated house. What could anyone possibly want from me?

She looked at Gui Yao and said, "Even if you really have ulterior motives, as long as you can save my Sui'er, I will do whatever you want."

Gui Yao didn't linger any longer. He squatted down, pretended to take something out of his sleeve and feed it to the corpse, and then massaged a few acupoints on the corpse.

In reality, it was a way to force the soul back into the body.

The stiff corpse began to warm up, and the person who was already dead suddenly opened their eyes.

The crowd inside was astonished. Only the old woman, with tears of joy in her eyes, hugged her granddaughter and cried. She then knelt down to worship Gui Yao, calling her a living goddess.

Gui Yao waved his hand to stop him.

She glanced at the woman, then turned and left the house.

Xiao Huaijin was waiting for her outside.

The villagers were only then belatedly amazed by her medical skills, and some even chased after her, but Gui Yao was nowhere to be found.

Gui Yao and Xiao Huaijin walked side by side toward the end of the village, with two plumes of mist, one black and one white, following behind them.

A faint, eerie aura emanated from behind, and it seemed unwilling to leave for a long time. Gui Yao wasn't afraid of the aura, but she was worried that Xiao Huaijin wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Unable to pretend he didn't see it, he could only turn around and smile as he took out two gold bricks from his spatial storage, saying to the void, "I'm sorry to have troubled you two to come all this way, but this is just a small token of my appreciation for your tea."

Even the boldest man, Xiao Huaijin, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine at the sight of this scene in the middle of the night.

Then he saw the two gold bricks disappear from his sight.

When he reached the last house at the end of the village, he asked, "What just happened?"

"Does Your Highness really want to know?"

Although Xiao Huaijin concealed it well, Gui Yao still noticed the sweat on his palms.

"think."

Xiao Huaijin's fear was just a momentary lapse of judgment; it had long since subsided, and he wanted to learn more about her world.

Gui Yao then recounted everything that had just happened.

Xiao Huaijin sighed, "That woman was very lucky."

Not everyone who dies has the chance to be resurrected.

He then asked in a low voice, "Does the underworld also accept bribes?"

Gui Yao glanced at the black and white figures hiding behind the tree and sighed, "The living are not under the jurisdiction of the underworld, but since they have become ghosts, the underworld is very responsible and cannot ignore them."

But these people shouldn't have died; it was like an extra job outside their regular duties, which was really hard.

That wasn't a bribe, it was a gesture of goodwill, and sending their souls back to their bodies was also to lighten their burden.

Xiao Huaijin, "..."

He should curb his curiosity.

Gui Yao's praise could only mean one thing: the person being praised is right in front of him.

He suppressed his emotions and asked casually, "Does the village still need to pay?"

"Give."

Gui Yao said without hesitation, "They have it so hard. You didn't see it just now. They can't even afford a simple coffin when they die."

The emperors of this world are far inferior to Yama, the King of Hell. Look, we in Cining Palace have never heard of the souls of the dead in the underworld suffering such a terrible fate…”

Xiao Huaijin's lips curled slightly when he heard her flattering words.

I wonder which deity has been following them all this time, and why Guiyao has gone to such lengths to utter such flattering words.

The two 'immortals,' one in black and one in white, who thought they had perfectly concealed themselves, exchanged a glance and decided to take the gold brick back with them.

This person had obviously discovered them, which is why he deliberately praised King Yama; therefore, their tracking was meaningless.

After they disappeared, Gui Yao let out a long sigh of relief, "I'm exhausted."

Xiao Huaijin untied the water pouch from his waist and handed it to her. "You're gone?"

Gui Yao took a big gulp and nodded.

He handed the water pouch back to Xiao Huaijin and asked, "Are you scared?"

Xiao Huaijin lowered his eyes slightly, "I am afraid, but with you here, I am not so afraid."

Of all the people Gui Yao had met before, none were afraid of ghosts.

Some people who said they weren't afraid were so terrified when they actually saw it that they were scared out of their wits on the spot.

Therefore, she didn't doubt Xiao Huaijin's words at all. Overwhelmed with protectiveness, she held his hand tightly and said, "Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you."

"Thank you for your trouble, young lady."

Xiao Huaijin also gripped her hand tightly, standing close to her.

Gui Yao believed him and didn't let go of his hand all night until the money in Luoshi Village was distributed. Then she stood in front of the old woman's earthen house again.

Inside the earthen house, everyone else had left, leaving only the old woman and her grandson.

Gui Yao released Xiao Huaijin. "Wait for me outside for a moment. I'll ask you a few questions and then come out, okay?"