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"I'm sorry to trouble you two to make this trip." Shen Jingshu raised her chin and looked towards the front of the carriage. "I believe only you two can handle this matter properly."

Black Impermanence glanced around, sweeping over the dozen or so wandering souls in the carriage, before finally fixing his gaze on the driver in the driver's seat. He exchanged a glance with White Impermanence, already understanding the whole story.

"It was an oversight on my part in the underworld that I failed to notice that there were still a group of souls lingering in the mortal realm, with no one to guide them. Thank you for informing me, Miss Shen."

"It's our duty to take them all away."

"it is good."

Black Impermanence stepped forward and walked to the driver's seat.

The driver seemed to sense an extremely yin and solemn aura, and slowly turned around. When he saw the Black Impermanence standing beside him, his expression suddenly changed drastically. His floating soul stomped down hard, and the bus suddenly braked hard, the ear-piercing brake screech echoing in the closed carriage.

"Chen Dalu," Black Impermanence's voice was as deep as a bell, "you are already dead, why have you been so reluctant to go to the underworld and lingered in the mortal realm? You even set up a ghost domain to trap the living, do you know that this has violated the laws of the underworld?"

Upon hearing these words, the driver's confused soul seemed to be struck by lightning, and for a moment he regained his senses. He looked down blankly at his translucent hands, muttering to himself, his voice filled with deep stubbornness and sorrow.

"I'm dead... No, I'm not. My wife and children are waiting for me at home for dinner. I can't die. After this last trip, I can go home and see my wife and children. Don't talk nonsense."

His soul fluctuated violently, and thick black energy surged around his body as he refused to accept the fact of death.

Black Impermanence said no more, and with a swing of his mourning staff, the staff, imbued with the chilling power of the underworld, fell directly towards the driver's soul.

The mourning stick slammed down on him, and the immense yin energy instantly invaded his soul. The driver let out a piercing cry of pain, and his entire soul jolted backward.

Excruciating pain swept through his soul. Black energy surged all over Chen Dalu's body. He curled up in agony, yet still refused to give in, roaring, "I want to go home! I want to go back to see my wife and children!"

The entire ghost realm trembled violently, the lights inside the carriage flickered, and black lines crawled all over the windows. Countless souls were drawn by this malevolent energy, emitting low, hoarse whimpers.

Bai Wuchang stepped forward slowly, the plain-colored soul-summoning banner swaying gently. A soft yet irresistible yin energy slowly dissipated, slightly suppressing the out-of-control ghostly aura. He looked at Chen Dalu, who was struggling in pain, and said calmly, "Your obsession has trapped you, making you forget that your wife and children are no longer in this world."

"Impossible!" Chen Dalu suddenly looked up, his crimson ghostly eyes glaring at Bai Wuchang. "They're waiting for me at home. I can go home after get off work!"

Shen Jingshu spoke softly, a faint golden light condensing at her fingertips. A phantom of memory was drawn out from Chen Dalu's soul and appeared in mid-air in the carriage.

The scene shows an old residential building where a sudden fire engulfed the entire small house, leaving a woman and her child inside who never escaped. That evening was the same day Chen Dalu had his accident the day before. Upon receiving the devastating news, he was thrown into a panic and lost control of the bus he was driving, causing it to veer off the road and resulting in the tragedy.

It turns out that he had been unwilling to accept the double tragedy: the grief of losing his wife and children, coupled with his own unwillingness to die. These two obsessions intertwined, forcibly forming this haunting ghost realm, causing the bus to repeat the route of last night.

Chen Dalu stared blankly at the illusory figure, his soul trembling violently. Long-buried memories slowly broke free from the shackles of his obsession and flooded into his mind. It was as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant, and a mournful cry overflowed from his soul, no longer an angry roar, but only endless grief.

"Ah Xiu... Hao Hao..."

The pent-up obsession finally began to loosen at this moment. The black aura that enveloped the entire bus slowly faded, the boundary of the ghost realm dissolved inch by inch, and the tense, suffocating feeling in the carriage gradually dissipated.

Xuanfeng and Lin Yueru stood aside, watching the scene unfold before them, their emotions complex, and neither of them uttered a sound to disturb them.

Black Impermanence put away his mourning staff, his expression softening somewhat: "Your earthly ties are severed. You should return to the underworld with us and enter the cycle of reincarnation. There will be opportunities to meet again in the future."

Chen Dalu lowered his head, his frail soul gradually calming down. He stopped resisting and nodded gently.

The White Impermanence waved the soul-summoning banner, and the soft white light swept over the dozen or so bewildered souls in the carriage. Each soul was enveloped by the white light and quietly lined up in a row.

Shen Jingshu watched the scene before her until the ghostly realm completely dissipated, and the night view outside the window returned to the original night scene of the suburban highway.

Before leaving, the Black and White Impermanence nodded slightly to Shen Jingshu. When the White Impermanence passed by Xuanfeng and Lin Yueru, he glanced at them and immediately recognized that they carried the aura of cultivators. Seeing that they were with Shen Jingshu, he did not ask any further questions.

Black Impermanence raised his hand and waved his mourning staff, and a deep gate to the underworld opened on one side of the carriage. The two men led a long line of souls, their figures gradually disappearing into the gate.

The chill inside the bus gradually faded, and once the entrance to the underworld was completely closed, only Shen Jingshu, Xuan Feng, and Lin Yueru remained on the large bus.

Shen Jingshu had just mentioned that she would burn a gratuity for the two of them as a token of her gratitude. Upon hearing this, the usually lively Bai Wuchang immediately relaxed and beamed with joy: "Then thank you very much, Miss Shen."

The Black Impermanence beside him maintained his usual cold and stern expression, his face expressionless. However, if one looked closely, one could see that the corners of his tightly clenched lips had twitched upwards very slightly, hiding a hint of barely perceptible pleasure.

When the two sensed the summoning incantation, they immediately recognized the familiar aura and knew it was Shen Jingshu. Without saying a word, they dropped what they were doing and rushed over. This was because Shen Jingshu was always generous. The gold ingots she folded herself were imbued with a wisp of merit power, making them extremely rare even in the underworld, and often coveted by judges and Yama.

On the road to the underworld, a dim, eerie light illuminated two figures, one in front of the other. White Impermanence reached out and quietly nudged Black Impermanence beside him, lowering his voice: "Old Black, we really struck gold this time. When we get Miss Shen's offering, we'd better hide it carefully, lest Judge and Yama steal it again. Last time, they took a huge portion."

White Impermanence always has many clever ideas. Black Impermanence remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly, which was considered an agreement.

Inside the bus, Xuanfeng only breathed a long sigh of relief when the rift in the underworld was completely out of sight, his back already covered in a thin layer of sweat. He turned to look at Shen Jingshu, his tone still filled with disbelief: "Junior Martial Aunt, I had only ever heard that underworld officials also accepted offerings, but I didn't know that the higher-ups in the underworld would be tempted."

Shen Jingshu smiled faintly: "Offerings that bring merit are beneficial to the spirits of the dead and also helpful to the cultivation of the underworld officials, so they are naturally rare. When I get back, I will burn them for those two gentlemen."

At this moment, the long-silent bus engine gave a slight shudder and completely shut down, coming to a peaceful stop beside the deserted suburban bus stop, the suffocating oppressive feeling from the ghostly realm gone.