The ghost constable had never imagined that, after going out to carry out a soul-reaping assignment, he would end up with a tenacious nuisance clinging to him.
“Kid, are you really going to keep following me?” He turned to look at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. “Big Brother, I really do have something important to do...”
“A living person entering the underworld? Are you tired of living?” the ghost constable barked. He then waved the magical weapon in his hand, sending a violent Yin wind swirling toward Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi retreated several steps in a row, but ultimately managed to steady himself.
The ghost constable, however, stared at him in confusion.
“You... You don’t seem like an ordinary mortal.”
Fang Zhiyi chuckled. “I...”
Before he could finish, the ghost constable’s expression suddenly changed.
“By order of the Yama Lord, we are forbidden to interfere unless vengeful ghosts wreak havoc in the mortal world. You were influenced by that ghost and committed a murderous act. The fact that I didn’t take you away was already an act of mercy. But now that I look more closely, you’re clearly some evil spirit that infiltrated the mortal world!”
Fang Zhiyi froze. How could this guy change his attitude so quickly?
But the magical weapon in the ghost constable’s hand had already flown toward him. Fang Zhiyi had no choice but to dodge while pondering the ghost constable’s words.
Unless vengeful ghosts wreaked havoc in the mortal world, the underworld was forbidden to interfere?
No wonder he hadn’t been able to find any vengeful ghosts. It seemed that, in order to keep the Three Realms separate, the gods and ghosts had established quite a few rules.
Seeing him dodge the attack, the ghost constable shouted. The magical weapon, still connected to its chain, actually changed direction in midair and continued hurtling toward Fang Zhiyi.
Just as Fang Zhiyi had nowhere left to dodge, he pulled something from inside his robes.
It was a stack of ghost bills printed from an ink block. The magical weapon came to a firm stop in front of him, less than ten centimeters from his face.
The ghost constable’s eyes were drawn to the ghost money in Fang Zhiyi’s hands. Nearly all the paper money burned for the dead in the mortal world was counterfeit these days. What wasn’t fake consisted of pitifully small denominations. It had been many years since any ghost had seen such large-denomination spirit notes printed with such care.
Fang Zhiyi immediately realized that there was room for negotiation.
Fortunately, when he had gone to livestream at an old residence, he had found an ink block with a strong sense of age. Otherwise, he really would have been at a loss.
“Um, honored Ghost Constable, these are a small token of my respect. Why don’t you take a look...”
Before he could finish, the magical weapon directly swept away the entire stack of spirit notes from Fang Zhiyi’s hand. The ghost constable greedily inhaled the scent of ink from the bills.
“The signature is correct. The seal is correct...”
Fang Zhiyi rubbed his hands together. “So, honored Ghost Constable, in consideration of this money, how about you don’t arrest me?”
The ghost constable shot him a sidelong glance. “The underworld has its own rules!”
Fang Zhiyi cautiously took half a step back.
The ghost constable coughed. “Hmph. I’m in a hurry to report back. Wait here. I’ll come back and arrest you!”
With that, he lifted his leg and walked away.
Little Hei sighed. “Well, looks like the saying holds true everywhere: money can move ghosts and gods.”
Fang Zhiyi watched the ghost constable leave. He opened his mouth, but before he could ask anything, the ghost constable’s voice drifted back.
“You’re nothing more than a solitary soul right now, wandering about here. Sooner or later, you’ll become a wandering ghost. If you want to find someone, head thirty li east. As for whether that brings you fortune or disaster, that’s your own concern.”
The ghost constable led the thirty-odd souls bound in chains into the thick fog, where they disappeared.
Fang Zhiyi let out a long breath.
“Wait... Which way is east?”
He had now entered the underworld. That meant he had already broken through the boundary between the mortal world and the other two realms. But finding Sun Wukong was hardly going to be simple.
With Little Hei’s help, Fang Zhiyi roughly determined the direction and began walking that way, one step sinking deep and the next barely finding purchase.
Miasma filled the entire route. From deep within it came intermittent sounds of bitter weeping. They were wandering souls trapped in this place, souls that had become completely lost.
The farther inward he went, the more dangerous things became. Every now and then, voices would emerge from the miasma, speaking to him. Fang Zhiyi ignored every one of them. He also nimbly dodged the pale arms that suddenly reached out from the fog.
Even so, those things had no intention of letting him go.
The thick miasma trapped Fang Zhiyi as mournful wails rose around him. They were the unwilling cries of the wandering souls.
Fang Zhiyi’s expression darkened. “Damn it. I haven’t even shown my teeth, and you already think I’m easy prey?”
He rolled up his sleeves. If he couldn’t touch ghosts, he truly would have had no way to deal with them. But now he himself was half a ghost. Why should he be afraid of these things?
Besides, he had already muddled through the Journey to the West several times!
“Lord Impermanence, some lesser ghosts have reported that something happened in the woods southwest of the city.”
Black Impermanence remained expressionless. “A group of wandering souls? What trouble could they possibly cause?”
“It’s not the wandering souls. It’s... it’s someone who barged in there. He fought his way from west to east and forcibly scattered quite a few wandering souls! Some of them were driven toward the eastern gate!”
Black Impermanence turned to look at his subordinate. “Who was bold enough to do that?”
“We don’t know. When Ma Mian led people over to investigate, that fellow had already left. It’s just that...”
“What?”
“There was the scent of a living person left at the scene.”
What they meant by a living person was the aura of someone alive.
Black Impermanence frowned. “Nonsense. The underworld has already severed its connection with the mortal world. How could a living person possibly appear here?”
Although he said that, he still rose and hurried over. If this was true, it would be quite troublesome. If the higher-ups held them accountable, none of them would come out of it well.
But when he arrived at the scene, all he saw were the lesser ghosts searching carefully and Ma Mian shaking his head back and forth.
“What happened?” Black Impermanence asked.
“We’re not sure, my lord...” Ma Mian continued shaking his head. “You know what these things are like. They can barely speak properly. All they keep saying is things like ‘It hurts.’ They’re already wandering souls—how would they even know what pain is?”
Black Impermanence looked at one wandering soul whose arms had both been torn off. He picked up one of the withered arms lying beside it, but the instant he took a look, his expression changed.
“This is... demonic aura?”
Ma Mian continued shaking his head. “There’s more than demonic aura, my lord. Look again.”
“There’s immortal aura too? No... ghostly aura, and...” Black Impermanence’s mind filled with question marks.
What in the world was the culprit? Some kind of chimera?
Just then, a lesser ghost came hurrying over.
“Something terrible has happened, my lord! Someone has barged into the city and injured the brothers guarding the gate!”
Black Impermanence dropped the severed arm in his hand. “Let’s go!”
A vast group of ghost constables followed behind him.
The intruder had already been surrounded in the middle of the street. Looking at the layers upon layers of ghost constables around him, Fang Zhiyi felt a headache coming on.
He had originally intended to sneak in, but the aura of a living person on his body was impossible to conceal from these ghosts.
At present, one of his hands held a blade formed from demonic aura, while the other shimmered with golden light. His fingers were clasped into a hand seal—one he had learned back when he was pretending to be Tripitaka.
“Little Hei, do you think I can cause a scene in the underworld the way Sun Wukong did?”
Little Hei shook his head seriously. “Are you dreaming? Never mind the Ten Yama Lords—even the Judges are more than you can afford to provoke. I still haven’t figured out why the power levels in the world of Journey to the West are so terrifying...”
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