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Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai also looked guilty.
I never expected that going to the theater to see a play would lead to such a mess.
"There's no other way but to pay up to avoid further trouble."
Uncle Nine sighed and said, "Hopefully our savings will be enough to buy enough ghost money."
"Huh? Even ghosts have to pay to do things?"
"Money makes the world go round," Uncle Nine said.
The ghost messengers of this realm are greedy for money; if you don't want them to entangle you...
We need to use enough ghost money to shut them up.
What can you do if you don't give it to them?
Qiu Sheng said with a roguish look, (ahbi)
Even though they are separated by the realms of the living and the dead, he refused to believe that those ghosts could keep bothering him.
"If you don't give it to me, at best you'll lose your lifespan, at worst you'll be taken away by my spirit."
Uncle Nine glanced at him.
"They'll drag us straight to the underworld, torture us for years, and then we'll have to wait for our next reincarnation!"
Wen Cai shrank back, his face pale. "Just...just die?"
Qiu Sheng felt a chill run through him and whispered:
"Why don't we go find Junior Uncle?"
"Junior Brother is incredibly powerful, but he cannot interfere in the affairs of the Underworld."
Uncle Nine said in a deep voice, dispelling the two apprentices' wishful thinking.
"Master, but those ghost messengers aren't very strong. They won't be a match for Junior Uncle!"
"Above the ghost messengers are ghost soldiers, and above them are judges. Above the judges are the Ten Kings of Hell."
"What if Junior Uncle can defeat the Ten Kings of Hell?"
"No way, absolutely impossible."
Uncle Nine slowly shook his head, his tone very firm.
The only thing that puzzled him was why Shi Jian was targeting him.
Those two sudden bolts of lightning were most likely the work of Shi Jian.
"Let's deal with the immediate problem first."
Immediately afterwards, he set up a large pot and bought up a mountain of ghost money.
Smoke curls up as the ghost money is delivered to the underworld messengers.
The burning lasted for a full day.
However, at midnight, the yin energy was as cold as water.
In the empty room, the four ghost messengers still arrived.
They held deadly iron chains in their hands, their eyes filled with hostility.
"Lord Ghost Messenger, we clearly agreed on a price, what are you doing?"
Uncle Nine ate the mud pill and communicated in ghost language.
"The deal is off; we only want the ghost."
"Lord Yama is furious and orders you to hand over the ghosts."
"We are following orders and there is nothing we can do!"
"As long as the numbers match, it doesn't matter whether they are people who fled before."
The four ghost messengers said.
The tone of his voice suggested that there was no room for negotiation on this matter.
Qiu Sheng snatched a mud ball, put it in his mouth, and asked:
"What about our ghost money? We've already gone bankrupt!"
The leading ghost guard slightly shook the chains in his hand and said, "They will not be returned."
The implication is that you're out of luck.
Qiu Sheng clenched his fists, and the talisman in Wen Cai's hand emitted a faint light.
Even Uncle Nine understood the true anger, his eyes gleaming with a yellowish-brown light.
These ghost messengers are really going too far.
"Heh, you want to make a move against us?"
"We also know you're not someone to be trifled with."
The ghost messengers rose together and said in unison:
"We respectfully invite King Yama, Lord Yama, to descend!"
The next moment, gray mist rose, and the mortuary was plunged into eerie darkness.
The gray mist twisted and turned in front of Uncle Nine.
A stagnant river, its waters flowing stagnant, slowly emerged.
Above the River Styx, there was a being shrouded in ghostly energy, its eyes emitting an eerie green light.
The moment he appeared, Uncle Nine felt as if his magical power had been frozen.
No matter how hard he struggled, he was unable to use his magic.
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai's souls were directly extracted from their bodies and held in the hands of Yama, the King of Hell.
"What crime should a Taoist priest in the mortal realm be punished for releasing souls without authorization?"
Yama's deep voice echoed
Uncle Nine's eardrums were about to rupture, and blood even flowed from both ears.
He forced himself to say:
"King Yama, please forgive me, I will do my best to bring back the lost souls..."
"Gather one hundred souls within three days."
"King Yama said slowly."
"I will do my best, but please release my disciple first..."
"Mortals who are arrogant and offend the majesty of the underworld are guilty of unforgivable crimes."
Yama, the King of Hell, held Wencai and Qiusheng's souls as if they were two white worms.
He pinched it to his lips, about to swallow it.
Uncle Nine almost ground his teeth to powder, but his connection with the magic was still severed, leaving him powerless to resist.
At that moment, a calm, cold laugh rang out.
"I'll spare your life, but why are you causing trouble in my house?"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Yama's expression changed drastically, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
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Uncle Nine's hearing was cut off by Yama, the King of Hell.
Therefore, Ning Chen's voice was not heard.
Suddenly, they saw Yama's body trembling.
The light emanating from its body flickered intermittently.
"you you……"
The King of Hell's voice was filled with fear.
The four ghost messengers were also startled.
The Ten Kings of Hell are like emperors in the underworld.
He always looked down upon all directions, ruling over countless ghosts in the underworld.
I've never seen him show such a horrified expression before.
Without warning, a figure dressed in a black and white Taoist robe appeared in the room.
He was holding two souls in his hands.
With a flick of his finger, he sent the souls back to Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai's bodies.
Then, Ning Chen lightly stomped his foot.