"Take a seat." He sat down on the wooden table in the middle of the room and raised his head.
Both the plump woman and Huang Sanhe shook their heads in unison. Neither of them dared to move.
Are you kidding me?
This terrifying Yin energy … is more frightening than anything I've ever seen before!
How am I supposed to escape if I'm sitting down?
That said, there's no guarantee that I'll be able to escape.
Qin Ye didn't force the issue, "There are two things. Firstly, why are you here?
As far as I know, there's no one in Clear Creek County who can afford your prices.
Don't talk to me about making money. "
The plump woman and Huang Sanhe exchanged a glance and heaved a sigh of relief in their hearts.
This isn't an evil ghost.
Making money and prices. Evil ghosts are at least a hundred years removed from the current era. It's impossible for them to speak so fluently.
This was a kind of feeling. Their profession of fishing for money from the dead was extremely sensitive to this kind of feeling.
But even after knowing that this wasn't an evil ghost, they didn't let down their guard in the slightest.
Who is it?
Do humans possess such terrifying Yin energy?
It's … it's comparable to the reincarnation of an Emissary of Hell!
"Zhou Lingling, the pallbearer and descendant of the Zhou family of Bashu, greets my lord."
Suppressing the fear in her heart, the plump woman bowed respectfully, "My lord … the phantom market … has arrived in Clear Creek County."
As expected!
Qin Ye's gaze flickered, "Who's in charge?"
"The government."
Unexpectedly, Zhou Lingling's response stunned him, "In the past, the phantom market was presided over by eminent monks or Taoist temples.
But since half a year ago, a department called the Special Investigations Department has taken over everything.
Furthermore … they even know what we've been doing since we were born, and where we've been profiting from the dead. "
Zhou Lingling chimed in, "Ever since then, all transactions related to the netherworld have to be registered, ranging from municipalities to villages and towns. Every traveler has to be verified before they can enter the phantom market.
The phantom market opens once every six months, and the location is designated by the Special Investigations Department.
Just the day before yesterday, we received news that the phantom market will be held in Clear Creek County. "
Investigation.
Qin Ye and Arthis remained silent.
This was an obvious investigation. The first step was to start with these people who lived off the dead.
"Verification?" Qin Ye raised an eyebrow.
"Yes … this is it."
Not daring to hide anything, Zhou Lingling immediately pulled out a magnetic card and placed it on the table.
Qin Ye picked it up, glanced at it, and nearly cursed out loud.
"What's this?" Arthis stared at the card in his hand with great interest. It was two inches wide and one inch long.
On the left was a picture of Huang Lingling, and on the right was the national emblem. Beneath it was a line of words: National Level E Registered Underworldly Craftsman, Weichuan Branch Certification.
"ID card."
Qin Ye gritted his teeth and muttered, "It's the most anti-human design in history …"
Arthis immediately understood.
"So that's how it is. As an immortal, you've been living in the human world for a long time, constantly having to change your identity. It must have been tough on you …"
Qin Ye was infuriated. It was already difficult enough to obtain an ID card, but now, even an underworldly craftsman required an ID card as well. Wasn't this a little too much?
Was it easy to hide one's achievements and fame?
"The second matter."
Suppressing the netherflames in his heart, Qin Ye asked with a deep voice, "Have there been any pallbearers who have accepted any work recently?"
Zhou Lingling and Huang Sanhe were both stunned and shook their heads. "Never heard of it."
But before Qin Ye could respond, Huang Sanhe immediately added, "My lord, we're just ordinary E-grade underworldly craftsmen. How could we possibly know about the work of others?
That said, there's one person who would definitely know. "
Qin Ye was incredibly intelligent, and he immediately asked, "Where is he?"
"From Lotus City to Clear Creek County in two days' time."
Qin Ye stood up, "Do you have some Incense of Paramnesia?
Do you need me to give you some? "
Of course not.
The two men respectfully took out a stick of incense, lit it up, and then shut their eyes quietly.
Qin Ye didn't leave. Twenty minutes later, when the incense had burned out and the two men had fallen into a deep slumber, he finally left the scene.
The night breeze continued to blow outside.
Qin Ye sighed softly, "This is going to be a little troublesome."
"Indeed." Arthis responded with some measure of difficulty, "The easiest way to join is to register for an underworldly craftsman's certificate immediately.
But … as soon as you register, you'll immediately be linked to the incident at Hyatt last night.
And if you don't register … I'm afraid you won't even be able to get in. "
"Actually, there's another way. It's just that it's a little too crude, and doesn't really suit me." Qin Ye responded placidly.
"So we go straight to the host?"
Qin Ye nodded, "That's right. We'll just get the information from him and be done with it."
… … …
The plane left a glaring trail in the dark night as it flew through the thick clouds.
A young man yawned in boredom. The 2 p.m. flight. If not for the fact that it was cheap, he wouldn't have even bothered to take this flight.
The plane was extremely quiet. He liked to sit near the window, where he could look down at the clouds and the lights of the surrounding homes. It gave him a sense of superiority and joy.
Unfortunately, even though it was night time, the row of window seats was already empty.
What was even more infuriating was the man sitting right next to him.
He was a strange man.
It was early autumn, and yet he was already dressed in a tightly wrapped black coat.
Even though he was on the plane, he still wore a cap, a black mask, and black glasses.
He even wore a black scarf around his neck.
The young man hadn't seen him speak a single word ever since he boarded the plane. Even when the stewardess asked him what he wanted to drink, he merely shook his head gently.
What was even stranger was the fact that he had bought two tickets.
He carried a suitcase with him, but it wasn't placed on the luggage rack. Instead, it was placed right next to his hand.
When the stewardess came over to inquire, he immediately pulled out two tickets.
Strange man.
What was even more infuriating was that the first thing this strange man did upon boarding the plane was to pull up the plane's window cover. This infuriated the young man who loved to look at the sky.
"Damn it …" The plane took off. Everyone settled down in the middle of the night.
The young man was unusually bored as he played a video game.
This was a flight from Spring City to Chengdu. It would only take one hour and forty minutes to arrive.
Thirty minutes later, he yawned softly, straightened his back, and looked around in boredom.
Everyone was resting.
The lights on the plane were also somewhat dim.
His eyesight was excellent. After looking around and discovering that there weren't any beautiful ladies around, he looked disappointedly at the window opposite his row.
What the hell … He bought a window seat but didn't open the window. Is there something wrong with him?
Even if you don't want to look, I still have to …
He glanced at the window opposite him. It was pitch-black, and he didn't feel like he was treading on clouds at all.
He retracted his gaze gloomily. Just then!
He suddenly paused, blinked his eyes, and looked at the window opposite him again.
He scrutinized it carefully and unblinkingly.
Seconds later, his body began to tremble. Beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably. His buttocks quietly shifted outwards.
At this moment, he hated his eyesight for being so good.
Nobody …
The man sitting next to him, this strange man, reflected only his clothes on the window opposite him!
Nobody!
The dim passageway, the silent cabin, and the height of a thousand meters above the ground. It was two in the morning, and yet he … was sitting together with an unknown entity!
Thud … Just then, a hand was gently placed on his shoulder.
An incomparably hoarse voice called out, "You seem … unwell?"
"Ahhh!!"
The young man gasped in fright. His scream was short and resounding, and it only caused the person on the plane to flip around in displeasure.
But the person sitting next to him had already placed a hand on his shoulder and had spoken for the first time.
"N-n-n-no …" The young man's face was pale as he replied with a trembling voice.
The other party was even wearing leather gloves under his trench coat.
"Do you need me to take a look?" The man spoke at a strange pace, and he seemed to speak haltingly.
"No!
There's no need! "The young man abruptly stood up, and then immediately sat back down.
The man pulled him back to his seat.
"Do you know … what I'm a doctor …" The man's voice grew increasingly hoarse. The young man felt as though his entire body had been plunged into an icehouse. His teeth chattered uncontrollably as he echoed the man's words, "H-what do you treat?"
The man smiled and pulled down his sunglasses, "I specialize in treating the living …"
The passenger in the back of the plane seemed to notice the seat in front of him shifting slightly. He grumbled in dissatisfaction, pushed his knees against the seat, and closed his eyes once more.
An hour later, the plane arrived at Chengdu airport on time.
The man carried his suitcase out of the passageway and immediately switched on his phone.
"It's me … I've arrived.
Are you sure this line isn't being monitored? "
"Hah … It's been decades since I've seen the light of day … Don't you see the Red Guards patrolling the streets anymore …"
"Yes … I'll head over to Clear Creek County immediately. Don't worry, I'll retrieve the shard of King Yanluo's Seal.
Nobody will be able to touch anything that belongs to the Crown Prince … regardless of who it is … Don't worry about me. Hell should no longer exist.
As long as the old geezers from the Three Ancestral Halls of Daoism don't make a move personally, these laughably low-level cultivators from the Special Investigations Department … won't be able to stop me if I want to leave … "
"Yes … I understand. Regardless of who touched the shard of King Yanluo's Seal, I'll make sure to bring back his corpse … That's all. I'm hanging up … It's been a long time since I last spoke, and I'm still not used to it …"
The sound of leather shoes clacking against each other left the plane.
At this moment, the air stewardess was packing up the plane when she saw a young man leaning against a chair with his eyes closed, his face pale.
"How may I help you?" the beautiful stewardess asked with a smile.
No answer.
"Sir …" The stewardess was about to say something else with a smile, but her face froze.
The young man's chest did not move.
His nose didn't move either.
She stretched out a trembling finger and probed under the young man's nose. At the moment of contact, the young man's body suddenly turned into a piece of shriveled human skin like a balloon being sucked out of air!
"Ahhhhh!!!!"
A shrill scream resounded throughout the entire airport.
Twenty minutes later, a group of armed policemen surrounded the airport.
The leader of the group was a lieutenant colonel.
He boarded the plane with an ashen expression on his face.
He quickly alighted from the plane.
"Cordon off the vicinity of the plane.
Immediately investigate the passenger list!
Apart from that … "
He drew a deep breath, and his eyes blazed with fury, "Notify the Special Investigations Department that this is a D-grade supernatural incident … Furthermore … the supernatural perimeter has yet to go off."
"They're coming with ill intentions … and I'm afraid they're more than 70% of the supernatural incidents that we have right now!"