Thump … The talisman ball shook several times, and then rolled back to Qin Ye's side.
Moments later, Qin Ye's body began to emanate boundless Yin energy that flowed straight into the skies of Hell. Five seconds later, he reverted back to his Hell's Emissary robes.
"This is the power of a Sixfold Ghost King?" He looked at his hands in astonishment.
Just a few seconds ago, he had thought that Arakshasa was an undefeatable existence. Yet, just a few seconds later, she had ended her life with her bare hands?
The difference in strength was too great. It was so great that the entire battle was over before he could even react.
This … is the rhythm of catching Pikachu with a Master Ball … too easy …
He bent down to pick up the talisman ball on the ground. As soon as he picked it up, a venomous voice sounded in his ears, "Lad … Even if you possess a Sixfold Ghost King, you won't be able to send me off with your meager strength!
I … want to make a deal with you.
If you let me go, I'll pretend nothing happened today. "
"Hehe."
Qin Ye responded with two classic monosyllables, and then tucked him into his pocket without any hesitation.
It was impossible to leave it here. What if the other party came back to life?
Do I have to live in fear every day in the mortal realm?
One can only be a thief for a thousand days, how can one guard against a thief for a thousand days?
Although it was dangerous to bring it back, at least he would be able to know immediately if anything happened to it.
To put it plainly.
He was afraid of death.
Any existence that hinders this young master from surviving is a heresy!
Now that Arakshasa was no longer bothering him, the previously scattered black butterflies once again coalesced into a black whirlwind that carried him back to the mortal realm.
… …
A few hours later, Meng Po's body suddenly turned into ashes and disappeared into thin air. Only the oil lamp on the table was left.
Then, Qin Ye shuddered violently and opened his eyes.
He gasped for air.
"Haa … haa …" Like a drowning man who had just woken up, he immediately touched his chest. His heart was beating steadily in his chest.
His limbs were cold.
A feeling of being reborn spontaneously arose in his heart.
From the looks of it … with my current strength, I can't go to that place again. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't even be able to walk through the skeletal bridge …
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!!" This was the outskirts of the county, and he didn't know which house's rooster was crowing.
As the rooster crowed, a ray of golden light shone through the glass window, covering the earth with a warm golden veil.
Feeling his body slowly warming up, he didn't move. Instead, he gently massaged his temples and fell into deep thought.
It had changed.
Everything had changed.
He had changed. Great changes were coming to the world.
Some of his past doubts were answered. Why would the school have such a broadcast?
Why are there so many paranormal posts everywhere?
But what replaced it was a perplexed road ahead.
He had to sort out his thoughts and find his bearings in the mortal realm that was about to descend into chaos.
"First of all, I definitely can't be exposed."
He poured himself a cup of herbal tea and murmured to himself, "The evil ghosts of Hell are hiding in the mortal realm. These are criminals.
What are criminals most afraid of? "
The answer was self-evident.
Law.
He stared at the ceiling in despair, "And I'm the representative of the law, the embodiment of justice. I'm the legal representative of Hell, destined to die a horrible death as soon as I'm discovered … Furthermore, I've already used up my greatest trump card, the Sixfold Ghost King Summoning Scroll, in exchange for a useless pokeball!
I don't have the balls to throw it away! "
No matter how he thought about it, there was no way he could keep a low profile …
His beautiful dream of an ignoble existence had been smashed to smithereens right in front of his eyes without the slightest bit of precaution or apprehension.
This is a direct confrontation … I haven't even found the Infinity Bridge yet …
"What if … I don't care about this matter?"
"Granny Meng has already left, and the three days of my lifespan has already been written off. If I don't care … does that mean I can continue to live on?"
"Idiot." Arakshasa's cold voice echoed in his ears, "Not even Granny Meng has the ability to predetermine someone's lifespan.
The Book of Life and Death is one of the three primordial treasures of Hell, and it records the lifespans of all living beings in the mortal realm.
Even if it's shattered by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's ascension to Buddhahood, death may come late, but it will never be absent. "
"... That's a loaded statement."
Arakshasa gritted her teeth, "You only have three days left in your lifespan. The collapse of Hell will be the greatest blow to a person like you. Hell represents Yin, while the mortal realm represents Yang.
You're situated in the middle of the two extremes of Yin and Yang.
As soon as one side loses balance, you won't be able to live on even if your name isn't in the Book of Life and Death in the first place. "
She paused, and then did her best to calm her voice, "Kid, our deal still stands.
If you let me go, I'll tell you how to avoid death. In fact … I can even help you locate the shard of King Yanluo's Seal. With the shard of Hell's primordial treasure to protect yourself, you'll be able to live on forever … "
Before she could even finish speaking, Qin Ye had already tossed the floating sprite … paper ball under the bed.
"You're begging for help, and yet you're gritting your teeth?
Look at the idiotic author's description of you.
Your micro-expressions are terrible. "
Qin Ye thought for a moment, and then pulled out a book titled "Actor's Self-Cultivation" and tossed it under the bed, "You're welcome."
He had already turned a deaf ear to the curses spewing out from under the bed.
He glanced at his watch. It was now 5.10 a.m.
There were two demonic hours in a day.
5 a.m. in the morning, and 6 p.m. in the evening. This was the time when Yin and Yang were separated. Those with stronger Yin energy, or those with special techniques, would be able to see some unclean things.
He furrowed his brows. The time of Yang had arrived, and he was no longer able to summon Wang Zemin's soul. Furthermore, he didn't know how to summon it either.
Three days. He didn't think that Arakshasa was joking.
He had to locate the shard of King Yanluo's Seal within these three days!
Otherwise, it would be game over for him.
Sighing, he walked to the side of the bed and lifted the pillow, revealing a yellowed book underneath. The pages of the book appeared to be rather ancient.
"Is this what the old hag left behind?"
Qin Ye was extremely dissatisfied. Given the circumstances he was in, it was obvious that the Buddha's Palm would be far more useful.
He flipped to the first page. "Kid, the moment you see this page, it means that you already know everything. And I …"
Qin Ye flipped to the next page expressionlessly.
No … I mean, do you even understand the situation you're in?
We're already in a head-on confrontation, and yet you're still acting all sentimental?
What I want is a cultivation technique!
A secret treasure!
An old grandpa and a divine beast!
Who cares where you've gone to die?
The second page. "I reckon that you'll miss the first page, so I'll write again - Kid, the moment you see this page, it means that you already know everything. And I …"
Qin Ye flipped to the third page expressionlessly.
The third page. "Don't do it more than three times. This is the last time I'll do it. I still have some attachment to this world and the post that I've worked in for over a thousand years.
Kid, the moment you see this page, it means that you already know everything. And I … "
Smack!
Qin Ye closed the book and took several deep breaths. Then, for the third time, he flipped to the fourth page expressionlessly.
Finally, we're back to the main topic!
What's the point of copying and pasting by an unscrupulous author?
Qin Ye's expression grew stern. As the old saying goes, knowledge is power.
And these things were the foundation of his survival as a newbie Emissary of Hell.
In fact … he was secretly looking forward to the opportunity to escape the curse of three days of certain death!
The fourth page didn't beat around the bush. A few words were written in large letters, "Ranks of Hell's Emissaries and Ghosts of the Eight Directions."
"All public servants of Hell are known as Emissaries of Hell.
The lowest rank is known as an Emissary of Hell, and they are responsible for village affairs.
The higher ranked ones were known as Soul Hunters, and they were in charge of county-level affairs.
He's a lowly Emissary of Hell. "
"Intermediate Emissaries of Hell are divided into two ranks - Anitya Hellguards, who are in charge of city-level affairs, and Infernal Judges, who are in charge of provincial-level affairs."
"High-level Emissaries of Hell are also divided into two ranks - Abyssal Prefects, who are responsible for regional affairs, and Yama-Kings, who are responsible for national affairs."
"Once a King Yanluo has been in office for five hundred years or more, the citizens of Hell can vote to elect him as the next King Yanluo of Hell.
There were 1.2 million Netherworld Operatives and 240,000 Soul Hunters in Hell.
Thirty-five thousand Hellguards.
Infernal Judge 1200.
Abyssal Prefect 90.
The Ten Kings of Hell were also known as the Ten Kings of Hell.
Those who are below the level of an Operative-class expert are excluded, and the total number is approximately ten million. "
"There are also the Sixfold Ghost Kings, Zhao Yun, Ying Bu, Yang Gun, Fan Kuai, Ran Min, Bai Qi, and Wan Shiyi. They are special inspectors who roam the Divine Land and have the authority to execute high-level Dark Spirits on the spot."
"Remember, no Emissary of Hell is allowed to interfere in the affairs of the mortal realm. Otherwise, they will be punished by the Heavenly Dao.
The Underworld may be destroyed, but the Heavenly Dao still exists!
Remember, remember. "
Qin Ye's hand paused.
Reading up to this point, he finally had a rough understanding of the structure of Hell.
At the same time, he also realized just how terrifying Arakshasa was when she turned a blind eye to his performance.
Governor, this is …
He's one of the 1,200 Infernal Judges in Hell. Out of billions of Yin spirits, there are only 1,200 of them!
And right now, this governor is right under my bed …
This won't do. As soon as I find the opportunity, I must put an end to this mortal menace.
Qin Ye continued reading.
"According to the customs of the mortal realm, the ghosts of Hell are temporarily divided into six ranks, ranging from S to E.
The lowest rank is a five-year newborn ghost, which is known as an E-rank ghost. A fifty-year-old ghost is known as a D-rank ghost, a hundred-year-old ghost is known as a C-rank ghost, a 300-year-old ghost is known as a B-rank ghost, and a 500-year-old ghost is known as a A-rank ghost.
A thousand-year-old ghost king is known as an S-rank ghost.
As soon as you discover a D-rank ghost, you will have to leave immediately. "
"As soon as these ghosts are subdued, they will become soul orbs …"
Qin Ye's eyes gleamed brightly.
Soul orbs … Is this the official name for pokeballs?
He continued reading, word by word. "Apart from the person who sealed the soul orb, no one else can open it. Every hundred years, the soul orb will be sent to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva by an Abyssal Prefect to be incinerated …"
In that instant, something flashed across his mind. He wanted to grasp it, but he couldn't.
It was fleeting.
He furrowed his brows and pondered for some time, but he still couldn't figure out what it was.
Shaking his head, he continued reading.
Strangely enough, every single word in this book seemed to have been branded into his mind.
After flipping through several pages, his hand paused once more.
"A person who is neither alive nor dead."
Thump … The talisman orb shook several times, before finally rolling back to Qin Ye's side.
Qin Ye's body erupted with boundless Yin energy that flowed straight into the skies of Hell. Five seconds later, he reverted back to his Hell's Emissary robes.
"Is this the strength of a Sixfold Ghost King?" He stared at his own hands in astonishment.
Just a few seconds ago, he was still convinced that Arakshasa was an undefeatable existence. Yet, just a few seconds later, he had personally ended her life with his own hands?
The difference in strength was simply too great. In fact, the entire battle was over before he could even react.
This … is like catching a Pikachu with a master ball … Too easy …
Qin Ye bent down to pick up the talisman orb on the ground. As soon as he picked it up, a venomous voice called out to him, "Kid … even if you're possessed by a Sixfold Ghost King, your meager strength is still insufficient to purge me!
I … want to make a deal with you.
If you let go of me, I'll pretend that today's events never happened. "
"Haha."
Qin Ye responded with two classic monosyllables, and then immediately tucked Arakshasa into his pocket.
I can't just leave her here. What if she comes back to life again?
What if I have to live in fear every day in the mortal realm?
One can only be a thief for a thousand days, how can one guard against a thief for a thousand days?
Even though it's dangerous to bring her back, at least I'll be able to know immediately if anything happens to her.
To put it bluntly.
I'm afraid of death.
Any existence that stands in the way of my survival is a heretic!
Without Arakshasa's interference, the black butterfly that had been scattered earlier began to coalesce once more, forming a black whirlwind that carried him back to the mortal realm.
… …
Several hours later. Granny Meng's body suddenly disintegrated into ashes and vanished into thin air, leaving only the oil lamp on the table.
Following that, Qin Ye shuddered violently and opened his eyes.
He gasped for air.
"Haa … haa …" Just like a drowning man who had just woken up, he immediately touched his chest. His heart was beating steadily in his chest.
His limbs were cold.
It was almost as though he had been reborn.
Looks like … I can't go back to that place with my current strength. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't even be able to cross the bridge of bones …
"Cluck cluck!!" This was the outskirts of the county. Chickens were crowing.
As the rooster crowed, a golden ray of light shone through the glass window, covering the earth with a warm golden veil.
He could feel his body slowly warming up. Instead, he gently massaged his temples and fell into deep thought.
Changed.
Everything had changed.
He had changed. Great changes were coming to the mortal realm.
Some of the questions he had in the past had finally been answered. Why would the school have such a broadcast?
Why were there supernatural posts everywhere?
But in its place was a lost road ahead.
He had to sort out his thoughts and find his bearings in the mortal realm that was about to descend into chaos.
"First of all, I can't afford to be exposed."
He poured himself a cup of herbal tea and muttered to himself, "The evil spirits of Hell are hiding in the mortal realm. That's what criminals are most afraid of.
What do criminals fear the most? "
The answer was self-evident.
The law.
He stared at the ceiling in despair, "And I'm the representative of the law, the embodiment of justice. I'm the legal representative of Hell who's bound to die a horrible death as soon as I'm discovered … Furthermore, I've already used up my greatest trump card, the Sixfold Ghost King Summoning Scroll, in exchange for a useless pokeball!
I don't even dare to throw it away! "
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't afford to hide any longer …
His beautiful dream of an ignoble existence had been smashed into smithereens right in front of his eyes without the slightest bit of caution or apprehension.
He's forced into a head-on confrontation … I haven't even gotten my hands on Infinity yet …
"What if … I don't care about this matter?"
"Granny Meng has already left, and the three days of my lifespan has already been written off. If I don't care … does that mean I can continue to live on?"
"Fool." Arakshasa's cold voice echoed in his ears, "Not even Granny Meng has the ability to determine the lifespan of anyone.
The Book of Life and Death is one of the three primordial treasures of Hell, and it records the lifespans of all living beings in the mortal realm.
Even if the Book of Life and Death is shattered by the aftermath of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's ascension, death may come late, but it will never be absent. "
"... That's a loaded statement."
Arakshasa gritted her teeth, "You only have three days left in your lifespan. The collapse of Hell will be the greatest blow to a person like you. Hell represents Yin, while the mortal realm represents Yang.
You're situated in the middle of the two extremes of Yin and Yang.
As soon as one of them falls out of balance, you won't be able to live on even if your name isn't recorded in the Book of Life and Death in the first place. "
She paused, and then did her best to calm her voice, "Kid, our deal still stands.
If you let me go, I'll tell you how to avoid death. In fact … I can even help you locate the shard of King Yanluo's Seal. With the shard of Hell's primordial treasure to protect yourself, you'll be able to live on forever … "
Before she could even finish speaking, Qin Ye had already tossed the floating sprite … paper ball under the bed.
"You're still gritting your teeth when you're begging for help?
Look at the idiotic author's description of you.
Your micro-expressions are terrible. "
Qin Ye thought for a moment, before pulling out a book titled "Actor's Self-Cultivation" and tossing it under the bed, "You're welcome."
He had already turned a deaf ear to the curses spewing out from under the bed.
He glanced at his watch. It was now 5.10 a.m.
There were two demonic hours in a day.
5 a.m. in the morning, and 6 p.m. in the evening. This was the time when Yin and Yang were separated. Those with stronger Yin energy, or those who used special techniques, would be able to see some unclean things.
He furrowed his brows. The time of Yang had arrived, and he was no longer able to summon Wang Zemin's soul. Furthermore, he didn't know how to summon it either.
Three days. He didn't think that Arakshasa was joking.
He had to locate the shard of King Yanluo's Seal within these three days!
Otherwise, it would be game over.
Sighing, Qin Ye walked to the side of the bed and lifted the pillow, revealing a yellowed book underneath. The pages of the book appeared to be rather ancient.
"So this is what the old lady left behind?"
Qin Ye was extremely dissatisfied. Given the circumstances that he was in, it was obvious that a book titled "Buddha's Palm" would be far more useful.
He flipped to the first page. "Little fellow, the moment you see this page, it means that you already know everything. And I …"
Qin Ye flipped to the next page expressionlessly.
No … I mean, do you even understand the situation you're in?
We're already in a head-on confrontation, and yet you're still trying to be sentimental?
What I want is a cultivation technique!
A secret treasure!
An old grandpa and a divine beast!
Who cares where you've gone to?
The second page. "This old lady reckons that you'll be too cold to read the first page. Therefore, this old lady will write again - Little fellow, the moment you see this page, it means that you already know everything. And I …"
Qin Ye flipped to the third page expressionlessly.
The third page. "Don't do it more than three times. This is the last time this old lady will be doing this. I still have some attachment to this world and the post that I've worked in for over a thousand years.
Little fellow, the moment you see this page, it means that you already know everything. And I … "
Smack!
Qin Ye closed the book and took several deep breaths. Then, for the third time, he flipped to the fourth page expressionlessly.
Finally, I'm getting to the main point!
What's the point of copying and pasting by an unscrupulous author?
Qin Ye's expression grew solemn. As the old saying goes - knowledge is power.
And these things were the foundation of his survival as a newbie Emissary of Hell.
In fact … he was secretly looking forward to the opportunity to escape the curse of three days of certain death!
The fourth page cut straight to the chase. A few large words were written on it - "Ranks of Hell's Emissaries and Ghosts of the Eight Directions."
"All public servants of Hell are known as Emissaries of Hell.
The lowest rank is known as an Emissary of Hell, and they are responsible for village affairs.
The slightly higher rank is known as a Soul Hunter, and they are responsible for county-level affairs.
These are the inferior Emissaries of Hell. "
"Intermediate Emissaries of Hell are divided into two ranks - the Anitya Hellguards, who are in charge of city-level affairs, and the Infernal Judges, who are in charge of provincial-level affairs."
"High-level Emissaries of Hell are also divided into two ranks - Abyssal Prefects, who are in charge of regional affairs, and Yama-Kings, who are in charge of national affairs."
"Once a King Yanluo has been in office for five hundred years or more, the citizens of Hell can vote to elect him as the next King Yanluo of Hell.
There were 1.2 million Netherworld Operatives and 240,000 Soul Hunters in Hell.
Thirty-five thousand Hellguards.
Infernal Judge 1200.
Abyssal Prefect 90.
The Ten Kings of Hell were also known as the Ten Kings of Hell.
Those who are below the level of an Operative-class expert are excluded, and the total number is approximately ten million. "
"There are also the Sixfold Ghost Kings, Zhao Yun, Ying Bu, Yang Gun, Fan Kuai, Ran Min, Bai Qi, and Wan Shiyi. They are special inspectors who roam the Divine Land and have the authority to execute high-level Dark Spirits on the spot."
"Remember, no Emissary of Hell is allowed to interfere in the affairs of the mortal realm. Otherwise, they will be punished by the Heavenly Dao.
The Underworld may be destroyed, but the Heavenly Dao still exists!
Remember, remember. "
Qin Ye's hand paused.
Having read up to this point, Qin Ye finally had a rough understanding of the structure of Hell.
At the same time, he also realized how terrifying Arakshasa was when she turned a blind eye to Qin Ye's performance.
Governor, this is …
He's one of the 1,200 Infernal Judges in Hell. Out of billions of Yin spirits, there are only 1,200 of them!
And right now, this governor is right under my bed …
This won't do. As soon as I find the opportunity, I must put an end to this mortal menace.
Qin Ye continued reading.
"According to the customs of the mortal realm, the ghosts of Hell are temporarily divided into six grades, ranging from S to E.
The lowest grade is an E grade ghost, a 50 year old ghost is a D grade ghost, a 100 year old ghost is a C grade ghost, a 300 year old ghost is a B grade ghost, and a 500 year old ghost is a A grade ghost.
A thousand year ghost king is an S grade ghost.
As soon as you discover them … given your strength, you'll have to leave immediately. "
"As soon as these ghosts are subdued, they will become soul spheres …"
Qin Ye's eyes gleamed brightly.
Soul sphere … Is that what the official term for pokeballs is?
He read on, word by word. "Apart from the person who sealed the soul sphere, no one else can open it. Every hundred years, the Abyssal Prefect will send it to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to be incinerated …"
In that instant, something flashed across his mind. He wanted to grasp it, but he couldn't.
It was fleeting.
He furrowed his brows and pondered for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out.
Shaking his head, he continued reading.
Strangely enough, every single word in this book seemed to have been branded into his mind.
After flipping through several pages, his hand paused once more.
"A person who is neither alive nor dead."