Qin Ye nodded his head. This was his reward for having Arthis on his side.
Her rich experience would become the cornerstone for him to survive in the great changes that were about to come!
"Then … let's wait." He looked out the window. Tonight was the time to prepare.
Tomorrow and the day after, it would be time for the real sword to face the naked blade.
Even if the Grim Reaper crawled out of the television, he would still kick him back!
The day passed by quickly. Wang Chenghao was so scared out of his wits that he didn't even dare to be alone. Instead, he spent the entire day trailing behind Qin Ye.
It was only when school was over that night that she pulled Qin Ye along and rushed towards the outskirts of the county without a second word.
On a summer day, a baby's face could change at will.
The sky was still clear during the day. At six o'clock, they returned to the funeral street.
Dark clouds had already covered the sky. Occasionally, one could see a flash of green and white lightning.
The supernatural broadcast had just been broadcasted. Every house had shut their doors and windows. There was not a single soul to be seen on the long, ancient streets. The night breeze swept past, sweeping up the paper money scattered across the ground.
There were even spirit summoning banners made of paper hanging in front of each of the houses. The entire funerary street seemed to be filled with a chilly wind.
Wang Chenghao followed closely behind.
"Sssss …" Qin Ye pushed open the door of the store and switched on the lights. Only then did the man finally relax.
Qin Ye tossed down his bag and massaged his arms. Then, he pulled Wang Chenghao over and looked him straight in the eye, "Later on … no matter what you see, make sure you keep it in your heart and not speak of it.
If you say a single word … "
He did not finish his sentence meaningfully.
Wang Chenghao nodded vigorously. He also had a hunch that tonight … he would probably see something that even science couldn't explain.
Qin Ye ignored him and quickly got back to work.
Arthis spoke in her mind. With Qin Ye's current strength, there was no way he could summon the spirits. He still needed some auxiliary tools.
The Dead Man's Incense was an incense made from crushed bone ashes.
Not human bones, as long as the ashes were fine.
Portraits of Anitya Impermanence linked Yin spirits to Hell, and Anitya Impermanence captured souls. As the backbone of Yin and Yang's connection, it was necessary to have a portrait of an Anitya Impermanence.
This bowl of rice was not ordinary rice, but Yin rice.
It was made by steaming glutinous rice and drying it in the shade.
A bowl of chicken blood and a pair of willow wood chopsticks.
By the time they finished searching, it was already eleven o 'clock at night.
Qin Ye closed his eyes and rested on the chair.
Soon, the clock struck 12 o 'clock.
According to Arthis' instructions, the first thing to do was to hang the statue of an Anitya Hellguard on both sides of the wall.
With a rustling sound, the portraits of two pale-faced men dressed in black and white robes, with tongues hanging out a meter long, were placed on the table.
The incense burner table was a necessary item for a proper funeral.
On top of the Black Impermanence's tall hat were four big words, "World Peace". On top of the White Impermanence's tall hat were four big words, "Get Rich at First Sight".
Then, he placed the rice on the table and inserted the chopsticks into it.
This was the last bit of time that Old Master Wuchang showed mercy to the Yin Spirit.
If he agreed, the chopsticks would fall over.
If he didn't agree to it, and the chopsticks didn't fall by the time the three sticks of incense were done burning, then … no one would be able to summon the soul.
Whoever confessed would die.
If the King of Hell wanted him dead at the third watch, no one would dare to stay until the fifth watch.
According to Arthis, although Hell was no more, it was still the same as before.
But this was the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao would naturally uphold some of the rules of Hell. Otherwise … the mortal realm would have long been thrown into chaos.
Ignoring Wang Chenghao, Qin Ye shut his eyes and drew a deep breath. Then, wisps of Yin energy began to pour out from his body. Wang Chenghao opened his mouth wide and was about to cry out in alarm when he promptly covered his mouth and retreated to the corner of the bed with trembling all over.
Shua!
Amidst the gathering of Yin energy, he donned his Hell's Emissary robes. At this moment, he shed his mortal identity and prayed to the heavens and earth as an Emissary of Hell.
He picked up three greyish white incense sticks and lit them up. The incense sticks emitted a faint green flame.
The entire room was extremely strange.
He bowed deeply to the statue of the Anitya Hellguard, and then muttered softly, "Qin Ye, an Emissary of Hell, humbly requests the Anitya Hellguard to open my eyes."
After that, he firmly inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner.
He then placed the Soul Sphere in front of the Yin Rice.
"Today, there is a dead Yin spirit that refuses to disperse and is wreaking havoc in the world. I beg the heavens to open a path and leave the man surnamed Wang with half a breath of Yang energy. This lowly official will repay what he borrowed."
The man surnamed Wang?
It was … his own father?
Wang Chenghao, who was in the corner, felt like his soul had left his body. He didn't dare to say a word.
He was sweating profusely, and his entire body was icy cold.
Just then, the statue of the Anitya Hellguard suddenly moved.
Almost as though a gust of wind were blowing, the two diagrams of the Anitya Hellguard fluttered in unison, and then gently fell to the ground.
Wang Chenghao felt his scalp go numb, and he nearly cried out in alarm.
This was because … the windows and the door were all shut!
There wasn't the slightest bit of wind in the entire room!
How did it move?
What the hell is going on?!
Qin Ye didn't say another word. Instead, he simply knelt down in front of the incense burner table, and watched as the incense sticks continued to burn.
Five minutes, ten minutes … the time it took for an incense stick to burn was fifteen minutes.
Then, at the thirteenth minute, his eyes suddenly lit up.
The chopsticks that were stuck in the Yin Rice moved slightly.
And then, they quietly fell over!
At the same time, the Yin Rice began to dwindle out of thin air!
It was almost as though something invisible was eating its meal!
"Hurry!" Arthis yelled, "You can't summon a spirit twice!
You only have one chance!
This is akin to borrowing half a breath of Yang energy from the heavens. The Emissary of Hell is eating his meal, and he's giving you face.
If you don't finish asking before the meal is over, this Yin spirit will completely dissipate! "
Qin Ye's heart was filled with anxiety. He had lived for so long, yet this was the first time he was doing something like this.
He clasped his hands together and cried out softly, "The light of the fisherman's fish lures the soul into Hell. Every night, the crystal lights illuminate the netherworld.
Open! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the soul sphere dispersed and transformed into a talisman that spontaneously combusted.
Then, a green vortex of Yin energy began to coalesce in the center of the room, and a white, misty figure slowly emerged from the heart of the vortex, almost as though it were emerging from the surface of the water.
"Urk …" Wang Chenghao let out a muffled groan, and then covered his mouth and fainted.
Qin Ye heaved a long sigh of relief and whispered, "Wang Zemin?"
"AHHHHHHH!!!" However, the only response he got was a heart-wrenching scream.
The soul was dressed in a well-ironed suit, and it was filled with agony. As soon as it manifested, it fell to its knees and clutched its head with both hands as it screamed at the top of its lungs.
Qin Ye was taken aback, "Although I can understand how you're feeling right now … don't you think the way you're acting is a little overboard?
Can you restrain yourself a little? "
"There's something wrong with this soul." Arthis interjected, "Capture him."
Qin Ye's temples throbbed. What's with the feeling of discovering a wild ghost? Go, Pikachu?
ROAR!!
Wang Zemin was trembling uncontrollably as he struggled to raise his head. Then, a two-meter tall green flame erupted from his mouth, and his voice no longer sounded like a human's voice at all.
The moon was dark and the winds howled. The Anitya Hellfire Emblem rose into the air, and everything around it flickered in the eerie green light of the flames. It was a sight that sent chills down one's spine!
Crack … As soon as the pillar of flames shot into the sky, Qin Ye's Soul Shackle plunged straight into the top of Wang Zemin's head. With a shrill cry, the chilling pillar of green flames was finally extinguished in Wang Zemin's mouth.
"Sky lantern." Arthis was somewhat taken aback, "Open his mouth, and you'll see something unexpected.
The so-called sky lantern is the most painful form of torture for the soul. The dead are unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation, and they can only suffer the agony of having their souls scorched.
Tsk, tsk, tsk … who could possibly hate him so much? "
Qin Ye pinched Wang Zemin's chin. The soul felt cold to the touch. It was an illusory substance.
However, there was actually a candle in the mouth of this illusory soul!
Qin Ye pulled it out and took a closer look. The candle was greyish-white in colour, and it emitted a strong stench of decay. The wick was pitch black.
As soon as Qin Ye pulled it out, the corpse let out a sigh of relief, and two spots of green flames lit up in the pupils of his eyes.
"Corpse oil candles. After death, corpse oil is poured into the abdomen, from the stomach all the way to the mouth. Then, a wick made from twisted hair is placed on top.
It burns for hundreds of years without being extinguished.
Corpse oil candles are also known as soul suppressing nails. Once the soul is nailed to it, there's no way for the corpse to escape.
It's somewhat similar to the ancient Egyptian mummification techniques. "Arthis explained.
Qin Ye played with the broken candle in his hand, "Does this explain why Wang Zemin's body is still alive even after his death?"
"At the very least, it's difficult to tell within a month."
"You're … an Emissary of Hell?"
Just then, a voice of disbelief rang out. Wang Zemin's soul trembled as he spoke, "It's you … you're the one who saved me?"
"Yes. Time is of the essence, so I'll explain it briefly.
You're already dead, but your physical body is still alive. There's an evil ghost hiding in your home.
If you don't resolve it, your son will die by tomorrow. "
"Ah Hao … Ah Hao?
She … she's going to make a move on Ah Hao? "Wang Zemin's voice suddenly shrank.
Unfortunately, no one could hear his voice apart from Qin Ye.
"Do you see that bowl of rice?
Before you finish eating, you'd better tell me everything you know about how you died. Hurry!
Otherwise … you'll have to be on your way once you're done eating.
I can't save your son either. "
"Alright …" Wang Zemin's soul shut his eyes. As the richest man in a county, he was by no means an indecisive person.
His spiritual body trembled slightly, and he soon opened his eyes and gnashed his teeth, "It's all because of that woman …"
He drew a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and then continued, "My company is called Hyatt. Hyatt Corporation.
It's not big. You might have heard of it before … "
"Hyatt?" Qin Ye looked up in surprise, "The Hyatt that I've been imagining?"
Wang Zemin chuckled bitterly, "Trademark law prohibits two companies from having the same name. It should be the Hyatt that you're thinking of."
Arthis was puzzled, "Is it famous?"
"Quite."
Qin Ye sighed, "It wasn't that famous in the first place. But that's precisely why it moved here."
"It seems like you've heard of it as well …" Wang Zemin chuckled bitterly, "Back then … just as the Hyatt Corporation was on the rise, a post suddenly appeared on the internet. I still remember the author of the post. She was called 'That Amorous Affair'."
"Not a bad name."
Arthis remarked placidly to Qin Ye, "But he'd better be quick about it. There's no time for him to wallow in sorrow."
Qin Ye continued, "Let me do it. Boss Wang, your emotions are somewhat unstable. You can fill in the blanks as you see fit."