“Huff…”

The hole Zhao Sanyi dug wasn't large, but within this Yin realm, everything seemed to have lost the physical rules of the Yang world. Hu Ma merely dove into the hole and immediately felt a hazy, indistinct sensation.

Opening his eyes again, he found himself enveloped in a misty Yin aura, goosebumps erupting all over his body. Everywhere he looked, he saw nightmarish scenes.

Mountains of white bones, ground covered in corpse mud, and a sense of being on a street, with people hanging from ropes on either side. Further away, some were half-buried in the earth, others had starved to the point of being emaciated, and still others had their heads chopped off.

These constantly shifting, terrifying scenes layered upon each other, and a chilling resentment pressed down like a mountain.

Years ago, he had dealt with the Tan'er Sect, who were skilled at using resentment. But the resentment in this City of the Wrongfully Dead was so potent that a single wisp would outweigh the accumulated resentment of their ancient altars.

Especially as this resentment was illusory and detached, passing through people as if it could blow away all joy and happiness in one's heart, leaving only endless sorrow.

"In the City of the Wrongfully Dead, there are mostly wronged souls who died unjustly in life, holding resentment in their hearts. When they come down here, they bring with them the scenes of their tortures in life. Therefore, the City of the Wrongfully Dead is woven from all the tragic events of the human world."

"If you want to see it, you can see any tragic scene you can imagine here, it's truly…"

Chen A'bao, wrapped in Hu Ma's black cloth robe, slowly explained, her mournful eyes beginning to brighten: “…too wonderful.”

“…I almost wish I could live here.”

“…”

“?”

Hu Ma was stunned. Did this young girl have such peculiar tastes?

But thinking about her being from the Living Ghost Chen family, he didn't say much, only whispered, "Let's put your hobby aside for now, how do we find that evil spirit?"

Hearing Hu Ma's words, Chen A'bao reluctantly turned her gaze away and said, "Let's walk around and look!"

*‘So you don't know where it is, and we're just looking around after we get here?’*

Hu Ma was helpless and could only move forward. Just standing there, he felt the resentment pressing down like a mountain, but now that he was walking, he felt the resentment flowing around him, making movement easier.

He then realized that in this City of the Wrongfully Dead, the heavier the resentment, the more at ease one would be. Zhao Sanyi had given him a robe, which was equivalent to giving him an extraordinary identity.

Walking through the City of the Wrongfully Dead, he even noticed that the ghosts hanging themselves, being buried alive, or poisoned often cast sympathetic glances at him.

Hu Ma tried to avoid eye contact, not lingering too long on any one ghost.

This was a taboo in the City of the Wrongfully Dead, or rather, of the Yin realm.

If you looked at a ghost for too long, its memories would flood your mind, you would feel its sorrow, its past, its grievances, until you were drowned in its memories.

However, although Hu Ma was careful not to look at them, they all saw "his" tragic experiences on Hu Ma's robe.

Deeply sympathizing with Hu Ma, they even voluntarily made way for this unusually tragic ghost.

As Hu Ma went deeper into the city, he gradually discovered that everything around him was becoming more real. The muddy road beneath his feet became firmer, and the houses on either side no longer shifted constantly, but were dark and gloomy, as if they truly existed.

One moment light, the next heavy, one moment illusory, the next real, the feeling was extremely mystical, as if he had returned to the Yang world.

“Purple Grand Duke Ginseng?”

By this point, even if Chen A'bao didn't explain, Hu Ma understood the key to this change.

How could there be anything real in the City of the Wrongfully Dead? Only the Purple Grand Duke Ginseng could turn this illusory Yin place into a solid one.

"See, found it, right?"

Chen A'bao's head snorted and said, "The Meng family has great ambitions. Many of their clansmen voluntarily come down here to work for their old ancestor, but their lifespans haven't ended, they're just living ghosts, how can they really endure the hardships of the Yin realm?"

"Therefore, they borrowed the wonders of the Purple Grand Duke Ginseng to make the place they settled as comfortable as the Yang world. Even after coming down here, they still want to enjoy great fortune."

"This consumes a lot, and coupled with their ancestor who became an immortal, among the Ten Surnames, the Meng family uses the most Purple Grand Duke Ginseng..."

“…”

Hu Ma was very concerned about the Meng family's affairs, carefully remembering them, and asked in surprise, "The Meng family has the most Purple Grand Duke Ginseng?"

"No!"

Chen A'bao said, "The Meng family uses the most Purple Grand Duke Ginseng, but the family that owns the most Purple Grand Duke Ginseng..."

“…is the Hu family!”

“…”

“Ah?”

Hu Ma was quite surprised to hear this.

"Because everyone else's Purple Grand Duke Ginseng has been used up, only the Hu family's hasn't been used..."

Chen A'bao said, "I don't know what they're thinking, they hid away such a good thing, they usually don't..."

*‘It's hidden away…’*

Hu Ma felt a little helpless listening to her: *‘It's hidden so deeply that even I, a member of the Hu family who walks the ghost path, don't know about it…’*

*‘It seems Brother Erguotou is quite capable, he actually managed to find it!’*

‘…’

While they were chatting, Hu Ma had passed through countless illusory streets and vaguely saw a huge mansion ahead, built extremely tall and magnificent, and every brick and tile was incredibly real.

It looked like a small city within this City of the Wrongfully Dead, surrounded by armored figures with clear auras patrolling back and forth, their eyes vigilant, the defense extremely tight.

"Living people?"

Hu Ma's physical body was here, and his senses were sharp. He immediately stopped and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Chen A'bao's voice also lowered, and she whispered, "The Meng family's living people usually don't come down here, but now a batch of them has come, it's clear that they're planning something big here. Maybe the Zhang family's important person, and that evil spirit, are in that mansion."

"How are we going to find them?"

Hu Ma frowned. The mansion was huge, like a small city, and the defense was so tight that they couldn't even get in.

"Hehe…"

Chen A'bao chuckled and said, "Do you know why I came in with you?"

"Our Chen family is best at dealing with the dead. I can get information from corpses."

“…”

“Ah?”

Hu Ma was a little surprised and said, "But they're all alive..."

Chen A'bao said, "Just turn them into dead ones, wouldn't that work?"

“…”

Hu Ma was stunned by this logic: "That's really… makes sense."

But after carefully observing them, he saw that the spirit bearers were walking back and forth in pairs, extremely vigilant. After observing them, he could see that their abilities were probably at the Entrance to the Underworld level.

It wouldn't be a problem for him to kill them, but if they made a noise, others would be attracted, which would inevitably expose them...

"The most troublesome thing about the Meng family is that they're hard to kill and report quickly, but I've already thought about it."

At this moment, Chen A'bao whispered, "I can at least prevent them from reporting or summoning spirits for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"Is that enough time for you to kill them?"

“…”

Hu Ma immediately nodded: "Enough!"

If the spirit bearers couldn't summon spirits, it would be equivalent to the Entrance to the Underworld Watchmen not being able to manifest their Dharma Idols, so killing them would be easy, right?

"Okay, take out four incense sticks and light them here."

Chen A'bao immediately ordered. Hu Ma was, after all, on the path of the wandering ghosts, and he always carried incense with him, but most of it was in Little Red Hibiscus's basket. He took out four incense sticks and stuck them in the ground. A clear fragrance quietly rose, mixing into the surrounding rolling resentment.

Chen A'bao was just a head, but she was very agile. She rolled out of the black robe, pursed her lips, and blew hard at the four incense sticks.

Suddenly, the smoke that was originally curling upwards became sinister, and it drifted straight forward, like wisps of thick fog, accompanied by the resentful wind and baleful aura, covering the two people.

Hu Ma knew it was time, so he immediately rushed up, going all out, not daring to delay at all. In an instant, he arrived in front of the two.

He pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. He struck with an Opening Mountain strike, his fist chopping down.

"Not good…"

The two spirit bearers suddenly felt something was wrong when they saw the strange smoke coming. When they saw a figure jumping out of the smoke and attacking them, they were even more surprised. One immediately met the attack, while the other quickly retreated to summon spirits and send a message.

But when he stamped his foot, he found that the incense on his head had already gone out and he couldn't summon anyone.

The one who met the attack was struck down by Hu Ma's fist, his fighting stance shattered. At the same time, a heart-piercing kick came up, directly caving in his chest. All his internal organs were shattered, and he collapsed to the ground without even letting out a groan.

And the one who failed to summon spirits opened his mouth to shout, but the surrounding smoke poured into his mouth, and he couldn't make a sound.

Hu Ma took the opportunity to step forward, grabbed his neck, and snapped it directly. Then, with one in each hand, he dragged the two of them back to Chen A'bao's head and said with concern, "They're corpses now, ask away…"

“…I was just thinking, if you can ask corpses, why not just interrogate living people directly?”

“…”

Chen A'bao rolled her eyes: "Living people are too cunning, how can they be as honest as corpses?"

"Turn around!"

“…”

Hu Ma thought she was going to use the Chen family's secret technique and didn't want him to watch, so he honestly turned around.

He only heard a "nom" sound behind him, followed by a sizzling sound. After a while, he heard a "done" and turned around to see Chen A'bao licking her lips, her cheeks slightly red, looking as if she had drunk a few bowls of wine.

Looking at the two corpses again, he saw that there was a hole in their heads, and they were empty inside.

"Let's go…"

Chen A'bao tasted it carefully for a while, reminiscing endlessly. After a long time, she opened her eyes and laughed softly, "I've figured out the situation here."

"Holy crap…"

Hu Ma guessed what had happened and felt a chill in his heart.

(End of Chapter)