What was going on?
Qin Ye was taken aback. As soon as he returned, the crowd parted to make way for him.
A middle-aged man in his forties was pacing back and forth in front of Qin Ye's house. As soon as he saw Qin Ye return, he stepped forward and grabbed Qin Ye's hand with a long sigh, "Little Qin … you have to be mentally prepared."
"What's going on?"
The man pursed his lips and said softly, "Just now … your grandmother suddenly fainted and stopped breathing …"
"Yeah, Xiao Qin, hurry to the hospital!
If you run out of money, let me know. "" Your grandma is old, she can't be delayed. Hurry up!
We've already dialed 120. "
On this street, everyone's doors were open every day, and it didn't have the coldness of a big city.
Qin Ye's eyes flickered brightly amidst the concerned gazes of his neighbours, and he dashed straight back home.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a white-haired old man lying on the bed with his hands crossed.
He took a deep breath and reached out his trembling hand to check his breathing and pulse.
There was no breathing at all!
He stood silently at the head of the bed for two minutes. The old man did not move.
He suddenly walked out of the house and nodded to the people outside. "Uncles and aunties, thank you. I've already given the medicine to grandma.
It's nothing. It's just an old problem.
Now that grandma has recovered, I'll take a look at her first. I'll come back tomorrow to thank you. "
With that, he closed the door.
The discussion in the room was cut off.
Leaning against the door, he hung his head.
She lifted her hands weakly, as if she wanted to cover her eyes.
Amidst the silence, a low chuckle finally escaped from his mouth. The hand that was about to cover his eyes clenched into a fist.
“YEAH！！”
To think that you would have such a day!
Qin Ye rushed to the bedside and roughly grabbed the old granny's body. The old lady's bones were light and light. Qin Ye looked around excitedly. There was no shortage of coffins in the funerals, so he kicked one open and stuffed it into the coffin.
He picked up the tool with familiarity, biting the nail in his mouth and holding the hammer in his hand. Just as he was about to hammer down with the hammer …
The old woman in the coffin had opened her eyes at some point and was looking at him quietly.
The scene instantly froze.
"Quite busy, huh?"
"Haha … there's no hurry, there's no hurry." Qin Ye chuckled dryly as he retracted his hand.
"I remember I was lying on the bed?"
"… The bed board is too hard. I'll change it for you."
"Don't you think the space is too small?"
Grandma sneered and straightened her back as she sat up. She had wrinkled skin and white hair, and her face was covered in wrinkles. She wore a black smock.
With a flick of his finger from a meter away, Qin Ye howled miserably, clutched his forehead, and squatted down.
The old granny leisurely poured herself a cup of tea, took a sip, and spat it out, "The tea in the mortal realm is still so disgusting."
Then leave!
Doesn't your conscience hurt when you freeload and live here?
"Grandma …" Qin Ye groaned for a few seconds, before finally standing up with reddened brows. He gritted his teeth and forced a smile onto his face, "Did you … go 'down' again?"
"Don't call me grandma. I don't deserve it."
The old granny chuckled softly and stared at Qin Ye as though she were looking at a dead man, "Have you heard of a legend?"
"Legend has it that there are two possibilities for those who have consumed the taisui fungus."
"The first is to become a monster without any humanity.
And the second … "She tapped her bony fingers on the table," Is to live forever. "
She leaned forward and stared straight at Qin Ye. Her wrinkled face was incomparably sinister as she smiled, "Have you … heard of such a thing before?"
"No." Qin Ye responded calmly.
After staring at each other for several seconds, the old granny retracted her gaze and revealed a sinister smile, "That's strange … your name isn't in the Book of Life and Death.
I knocked on your door in the middle of the night a week ago, and you actually saw me … "
Qin Ye spouted nonsense with a serious expression on his face, "Don't spout nonsense. That's a problem with the refraction of light.
From a scientific point of view, the Canadian neuroscientist Michael Persinger proved that exposing the temporal lobe of the brain to a changing electromagnetic field could cause people to experience a haunted experience … Moreover, the toxicologist Albert Downey hypothesized that continuous exposure to certain substances, such as carbon monoxide, formaldehyde, pesticides, etc.
It can create a haunted environment … "
Before he could finish speaking, there was a muffled sound in his head, and Qin Ye was sent flying two meters back and slammed into the bed.
"This old lady has always hated academic bullies."
The old granny pulled out a foot-long hookah pipe, lit it up and took a puff, "Have you found 'it' yet?"
Qin Ye gritted his teeth and rubbed his waist as he stood up, "No."
"That's strange." The old granny flicked her hookah pipe, "That doesn't make sense … it should be in the vicinity of this county …"
Qin Ye glanced at the old granny's expression and probed further, "What the hell is it?
Can you at least tell me about it? "
Get lost as soon as you've found it!
There's a time limit for freeloading, isn't there?
The old granny didn't respond. Qin Ye gulped and mustered up his courage, "Even if you can't tell me what it is, you should at least tell me your name and why you've come to the mortal realm, right?
Judging by the Yin energy emanating from your body … "
He paused and blinked his eyes.
In his eyes, if the black Yin energy surrounding his body was akin to a bonfire, then the Yin energy emanating from the old granny's body was akin to the beacon of the Great Wall of China!
The Yin energy was so dense that it was almost tangible.
Compared to her, he was like a firefly compared to the bright moon.
This isn't even a question of whether she's a ghost anymore. She's practically the reincarnation of the King Yanluo of Hell!
So … why do you have to freeload in my humble little shop when you're so incredibly skilled?!
Can you please return to your pokeball like a good little ghost?!
"The Yin energy emanating from your body … you're definitely no ordinary Emissary of Hell, are you?"
There was still no response.
The old granny narrowed her eyes, almost as though she were deep in thought.
Qin Ye probed further, "It's not that we don't welcome you … You're also from the 'underworld' after all … but!
People need money to live in the mortal realm, and that's precisely the kind of bright red paper currency that you have.
Look at how you've been living wherever you've been … Shouldn't you at least give me some time to mentally prepare myself? "
"I've given you a week to get used to it, and you still haven't gotten used to it?" The old granny finally put down her hookah pipe and stared at Qin Ye with some measure of surprise on her wrinkled face.
Qin Ye shook his head solemnly.
"So that's how it is …" The old granny sighed wistfully. Then, with a curl of her finger, an ancient black booklet that was shrouded in Yin energy flew out from Qin Ye's chest.
The old granny gently unfolded the booklet, revealing the foldable pages of an ancient tome. The first page was a photograph of Qin Ye.
However, this wasn't a photograph of a few inches. Rather … it was a black-and-white photograph that was completely congealed from black and white energy!
There were a few lines of words below.
Name: Qin Ye (Nickname - Dogballs)
Place of Origin: Liu Er Mound Village, Gazi Gully, Tang An County, Qingguang City.
Family Members: Grandfather (deceased), Parents (deceased).
Date of Birth: 1 October 1938.
The old granny's wrinkled hands paused for a moment, and then she gazed deeply at Qin Ye with a complicated gaze in her eyes, "There's nothing that can be hidden from me … As long as you've lived a long life, as long as you were once a 'human', and as long as you're still a living thing, I can clearly see your past."
"To be able to maintain such a cheerful and positive attitude despite having experienced so many years … Not bad, not bad at all.
I like you very much. "
Qin Ye dug his ears, "What are you talking about?
I don't understand at all.
It sounds so deep and profound. "
The old granny ignored him completely. She smiled and took a puff of her cigarette, "Only those who have seen the world will never lose themselves in the ugliness of human nature or the friendliness of others.
I'm confident that I didn't make a mistake in giving you this Emissary of Hell's seal. "
"You should also know that with your status, you're neither alive nor dead. In fact, you've been ostracized by both sides. That's how important this official certification is to you."
There were a few more lines of words beneath the information.
Occupation: Rookie Emissary Trainee.
Time in office: 5 days, 13 hours, 27 minutes, and 6 seconds.
"However."
The old granny gently wiped the photograph with her hand as she sighed softly, "I've always had my heart set on the moon, but the moon shines down on the ditch …"
As soon as her withered hand touched the photograph, Qin Ye's black-and-white photograph trembled slightly. But before she could wipe it away, another hand had already pressed firmly onto it.
"Buddha once said that if I don't descend into hell, who will?" Qin Ye's expression was resolute, almost as though he were a martyr of a revolution, "Boss, you have to learn to give newcomers a chance.
It's not easy to find a job these days.
The grumbles on the lips of youngsters might not be genuine complaints, but rather, they're simply yearning for a promotion and a raise in salary. "
"What they need is an opportunity!
An opportunity to show off their abilities! "
The corners of the old granny's mouth twitched, "Youngsters of 1938 … It looks like the vicissitudes of life aren't the only things they've gained. They've also gained a strong desire to live."
She casually tossed the notebook to Qin Ye, who received it with a fawning expression on his face.
He bowed and smiled, "If there's anything, please do."
"Dogballs …"
Qin Ye's expression instantly darkened.
The old granny raised her eyebrows, "Hmm?"
"... Please instruct me."
The smile on the old granny's face faded, and she tapped her pipe on the table. After a long time, she finally responded, "I know that you have many questions.
Including why I approached you late at night a week ago.
And why I'm here right now.
But … "
She drew a deep breath, "I'll tell you everything tomorrow night at midnight."
Qin Ye grew silent for a moment, and then probed, "The moon rises above the willow tree, and we meet after dusk?"
Dead silence.
Inhale and exhale. The old granny's voice was as calm as the mountains and rivers, "Scram!!"
The old granny watched as Qin Ye sighed as he walked out of the room, and the expression in her eyes became incomparably complex.
It wasn't until she heard the sound of someone washing up outside that she finally pulled up her left shirt with a grave expression on her face.
It was still the skin of an old woman. However … her left arm was now completely translucent!
Furthermore, there was even a faint golden glow emanating from her bones and muscles!
The golden glow was filled with a Buddhist nature, and one could even see rootless golden lotuses growing and dying within it.
Countless tiny Sanskrit symbols flowed through her meridians.
Unfortunately, this Buddhist nature brought unspeakable pain to the old granny.
It had only been a few seconds since she pulled up her shirt, yet cold sweat was already dripping down her forehead.
"There's not much time left …"
She pulled up her sleeves and gazed out of the window, "The mortal realm has already sensed the great changes in Hell … There's not much time left for me …"
"What a pity … this kid has a good temperament, but he's seen far too much. He's too cunning.
He's consumed the taisui fungus … and not only is he immortal, he'll also never grow up, and he'll remain at the same age as before.
To think that he'd be forced to live in a world of deception and treachery with such a deformed identity … I'd wanted to give him a little more guidance, but unfortunately … "
She stood up, and her white hair began to dance on its own, "There's no more time left …"
"Where the hell is' it '?
If we can't find it, everything else is but empty talk … The influx of billions of evil spirits into the mortal realm, and the outbreak of supernatural incidents right now, is nothing more than a prelude … "