"Is he here to demonstrate?" Qin Ye rubbed his phone thoughtfully, before finally answering the call.
He turned on the speakerphone.
There was no sound.
It was almost as though he were connected to an endless abyss.
There was a sudden silence.
Twenty seconds later, there was another sound on the other end.
It was water droplets.
It was the sound of water droplets falling to the ground.
Drip drip … drip drip … It was so quiet that it made one's hair stand on end.
"Ugh … ughhhhhh …" Just then, there was finally a different sound on the other end of the line. It was weak, but it was continuous.
It sounded like a person who had been trapped underground for decades, and was constantly inhaling and exhaling. It sounded as though someone had been trapped underground for decades without a single drop of water.
"Bad review." Qin Ye interjected, "Don't bring out this kind of horror film from the 90s. It's low-end!
I'm not trying to criticize you, but as a ghost of the new era, can't you keep up with the times?
What's the point of imitating the dubbing of The Grudge?
Have you asked for Kayako's copyright? "
"Don't …" A low, hoarse voice came from the other end of the line. It was intermittent, almost as though it were playing an old-fashioned tape recorder.
Qin Ye sneered, "Don't?
What don't?
Are you afraid now?
Weren't you having fun a few days ago? "
However, the person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to hear a thing. Following the same suppressed frequency, the voice spoke hoarsely, "Care …"
"Idle …"
"Yes!"
Beep! After saying these words, the phone immediately hung up.
"Your temper has grown …" Qin Ye retracted the frivolous expression on his face and glanced at the soul sphere on the table, "How is it?"
"That's a lot of information." Arthis paused for a moment, "First of all, you need to know the classification of ghosts.
There's actually a corresponding classification of ghosts from S to E. "
"Grade E corresponds to ordinary souls. In other words, natural spirits.
Grade D corresponds to vengeful spirits. Their obsession before death is too strong, and their souls condense after death.
They become vengeful spirits.
These vengeful spirits only have ordinary instincts. "
"Grade D corresponds to evil spirits. Evil spirits already possess the ability to interfere with human thoughts and influence external objects. As soon as they are discovered, they must be eradicated.
Furthermore, they already have a certain way of thinking, and their conversation is no different from that of a human. "
"This ghostly creature is hesitant in its speech and is rather inarticulate.
It should not have evolved into a D-class evil spirit.
To use the correct academic name for it, it's either a pseudo-evil spirit or a vengeful apparition. "Arthis continued," This means that … she's never truly mastered the shard of King Yanluo's Seal.
He would definitely not be too strong.
It's within your ability. "
"It's not 'should'." Qin Ye gently stroked the phone in his hand. Several seconds later, he responded resolutely, "It's a given."
"She didn't react at all to my sudden change of speech. Her voice didn't even change.
Which means she's not conscious at all.
Her existence was an obsession, and what she wanted was for the Wang family to die.
The others are not even in my consideration. "
He furrowed his brows and paused for several seconds before continuing, "But … have you ever thought about it? She's not strong enough, and yet she still dared to issue a formal declaration of war against an Emissary of Hell. Furthermore, she even dared to make a move against Wang Chenghao in broad daylight.
This has already exceeded the scope of vengeful spirits. "
Arthis suddenly fell silent.
Several seconds later, she muttered softly, "Do you know something … humans are very interesting creatures."
"I'd like to know. Back then, you were subservient to Granny Meng on the Naraka Bridge. Back then, you were subservient to Granny Meng. But now, you're standing toe-to-toe with this clearly problematic ghost. Your mind is spinning like silk from a cocoon. Which one is the real you?"
It had only been a few seconds from the moment the call connected to Qin Ye's question. Yet, the other party had already made the correct choice.
It was a seemingly pointless question, but they had gotten the answer they were looking for.
The other party's true strength!
As soon as Qin Ye spoke, Arthis immediately understood what he was thinking.
An old man and an old ghost. Their teamwork was seamless and seamless.
"... Please be more precise with your words. What do you mean by subservient? That's a tactical retreat." Qin Ye responded with some measure of exasperation, "I'd like to lie low as well, but there's nothing I can do about it now. Then …"
Arthis, "There's no need to lie low anymore?"
"No." Qin Ye responded with some measure of melancholy, "There's no need to be desperate …"
This kid's got a good grasp of himself … Arthis suddenly felt that Qin Ye's words made a lot of sense.
"What are you going to do?"
Qin Ye chuckled coldly, "I'd initially wanted to deal with the root of the problem, and at the same time, leave myself a path of retreat … But Wang Chenghao's not coming back, so there's nothing I can do."
"Kill them all." Qin Ye responded coldly, "How dare they challenge Hell? They're truly courting death."
"... Should I be gratified?
It seems like you've suddenly become much more unyielding after learning of her true strength.
I can't quite get used to the change from a Silver Immortal Soul to a Dragon Pearl … "
"... What do you know? This is called a tactical choice."
The weather today was extremely peculiar.
Three o 'clock in the afternoon, and the originally cloudless sky suddenly turned gloomy and gloomy.
Whoosh … The wind picked up, and everyone could tell that a storm was coming.
At six o 'clock in the afternoon, there was a loud rumbling sound, and a greenish-white dragon of lightning began to surge across the sky.
The entire ground flickered and darkened amidst the roaring thunder.
"Haa …" A wooden door opened silently, and an oil-paper umbrella stretched out from behind.
Qin Ye was dressed in his pitch-black Hell's Emissary uniform. Hell's Inspector had opened the door at the demonic hour.
Whoosh!
The torrential wind instantly fluttered about the corners of his robes. It was currently six o 'clock in the afternoon. Perhaps it was due to the increasing number of supernatural incidents on the internet, or perhaps the government wasn't forcefully interfering, but the entire county town seemed to be devoid of life after six o' clock.
Only the dim yellow street lights spoke of civilization.
This was the funerary street.
Whoosh!
The rain poured down in torrents, and countless silver threads appeared between the heavens and the earth.
What should have been a sparsely populated street was now filled with people of all ages drifting about from time to time.
However, every single one of them was greenish-white in colour, and their entire bodies were the only colour that they had.
Wisps of smoke drifted out from their bodies from time to time. If one took a closer look, they would notice that none of their feet were actually touching the ground at all. In fact, they looked no different from puppets, monotonously repeating the same actions that they had done when they were alive.
These were souls, and they were also natural spirits.
"Because of the emptiness of Hell, souls have nowhere to go, and so they drift about aimlessly."
Arthis explained softly, "If a place doesn't produce an Archon … then the mortal realm will soon face a great collapse."
Qin Ye nodded his head slightly. The raindrops formed a curtain of water around the edge of the oil-paper umbrella.
As Qin Ye walked further and further away, the drifting natural spirits would obediently lie on the ground and tremble like an emperor inspecting his subjects.
They were no longer rational, but they were still instinctive.
Whoosh … The soul shackle around his waist rattled softly.
Qin Ye narrowed his eyes and glanced in the direction of the Hyatt Corporation, "Thunder is raging, and the gates of Hell are open. How can you not die?"
This was a matter of life and death that was going to happen three days from now. He had initially wanted to play it out peacefully, but now that there was no way to avoid it, then … he had no choice but to throw caution to the wind.
Meanwhile, back in the Hyatt Corporation building, two scarlet eyes seemed to have sensed something, and they immediately turned to look at the funerary street amidst the thunderstorm.
"Urgh … uhhhhhhhh …"
Qin Ye walked slowly. He could see that the entire county town was already filled with wandering souls. Hell was arresting people, and all rabble had to retreat. Not a single soul dared to approach a genuine Emissary of Hell like him.
The county town wasn't large, and he soon arrived at the entrance of the Hyatt Corporation building.
It was a small five-storey building, and it was already considered an eye-catching building in the county town.
It should have been built in the 2000s, and one could already tell that it had some traces of time on it.
Just then, the doors that should have been tightly shut opened silently, and a dim yellow light shone from within.
It was almost as though it were the gates of Hell.
"Emissaries of Hell … aren't they supposed to be from Hell?" Qin Ye didn't hesitate as he strode straight in.
There was a large reception desk inside, but unfortunately, there was no one there.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the entire hall with alternating shades of black and white. Qin Ye walked up to the elevator and pressed the button.
Then, just as the doors closed.
The lights in the elevator flickered, and then went out completely.
His gaze suddenly flickered.
Someone's there.
The elevator doors had just closed when he saw the reflection of a woman with disheveled hair standing behind him. She was dressed in a black dress and red high heels.
She was standing silently behind his own shadow!
Under the disheveled hair, that blood-red eye stared at her in the suddenly extinguished light.
It was as though light and darkness had clashed.
Creak … Strangely enough, the elevator was still going up.
A strange sound echoed in the pitch-black space.
"Urgh … uhhhhhh …" It was right behind Qin Ye!
Qin Ye's hand had already reached for the hilt of his saber in the darkness.
His ears twitched softly like a ferocious tiger, and his breaths were suppressed to a minimum.
One man and one ghost, listening to each other in the darkness.
Whoosh … A faint, chilly breeze ruffled the hairs on the back of Qin Ye's neck. Just then, a bright, snow-white meteor suddenly flashed in the darkness.
It was the flash of a saber.
Meteor Flying Jade Bullet, Sword Falling Autumn Frost.
The sound of a saber being drawn and sheathed resounded almost simultaneously in the darkness. A split second later, with a miserable scream, the lights came back on, and Qin Ye was the only one left in the elevator.
A split second later, the doors of the elevator opened.
Third floor.
He had clearly pressed the button for the fifth floor.
"Not only did you resist arrest, but you also assaulted a police officer."
A bolt of lightning flashed, and Qin Ye's hand was illuminated by the light of the saber, "Then … I won't hold back."
Before he could even finish speaking, the soul shackles around his waist clattered loudly, and then transformed into dozens of chains that shot out in all directions.
There seemed to be no end to the chains. With a loud bang, all of the doors, desks and cabinets on the third floor shattered into pieces!
They were like Qin Ye's eyes. The hooks at the end of the chains sank deep into the walls. Ten seconds later, countless chains intertwined and coiled around each other, dividing the entire first floor into countless sections.
White papers fluttered in the air.
Jingle … The chain at Qin Ye's waist jingled softly. Then, a series of silver bells chimed from all directions, and a tidal wave rushed over.
"It's escaped." Arthis muttered placidly, "It's weaker than I thought.
Where does it think it can escape to?
There are only five floors. We'll seal it off layer by layer, and there's lightning outside. As long as it dares to venture out, it's bound to die. "
Qin Ye didn't respond. His eyes were already glowing with a bright white light.
An Emissary of Hell wasn't a high-ranking Emissary of Hell. They were akin to the village chiefs of Hell.
They didn't possess the divine abilities of Hellguards or Infernal Judges.
Apart from the infernal emissary saber in their hands and the soul shackles around their waist, they could only rely on the perks of being a civil servant of Hell.
The Netherpierce Eye was one of the most basic perks of all.
Everything in their eyes would turn black and white.
Day and night made no difference to Emissaries of Hell.
"Escaped?"
He tightened his grip on the hilt of his saber, "That's right … the main body has escaped. But tell me, what's this?"
Arthis was taken aback as well, and she exclaimed, "This is …"