Chapter 90

In the netherworld where there is no sun or moon, Su Xing woke up and felt the morning light breaking through the dark clouds, shining upon the city of Fengdu.

After a night of passion, he parted ways with Duanmu Qing, leaving behind a promise to propose to the Department of Punishment when he reached the Ghost General realm.

Fate and destiny, he never thought that a joke he made with Zi Buyu would come true with Duanmu Qing, truly mysterious and indescribable.

"Hard to repay the beauty's favor," Su Xing sighed, walking alone on the street. The golden ginkgo trees by the roadside were beautiful, and a gust of cold wind blew, causing the golden leaves to fall. Such a beautiful scene, who would think it was the terrifying netherworld?

As he walked, he recalled the events, trying to clear his thoughts. The banquet at the Bai residence had too many incidents, the clues intertwined, making it hard to distinguish.

"Why did Bai Wuchang invite all the ghosts of the netherworld? What does the black sky with golden stars and silver moon signify? I have a bad feeling about this," Su Xing thought, frowning.

He was very sensitive, finding clues from various details. For example, the soul-collecting messengers mysteriously disappeared at the Ghost Gate, two evil ghosts escaped from the Ghost Residence, and the stone lions came to life. The entire netherworld felt like a storm was about to break.

"Golden-eyed red-blooded dragon robe, blood jade dragon horse, black-level soul-collecting messenger's token, and so on, I owe Zi Buyu a lot, but it's fine to owe more!"

Feeling the fine and special material of the golden-eyed red-blooded dragon robe, Su Xing's eyes flashed with a sharp look.

He must improve his strength as soon as possible!

Su Xing clenched his fist, determined.

At this moment, the graceful figures of Hong Yu, Shifei Xue, Zi Buyu, Tai An'er, and Duanmu Qing appeared in his mind.

"This is the rhythm of opening the harem, definitely not a good thing," Su Xing smiled bitterly. He found that his soul had condensed the essence spirit wheel and the hero spirit wheel.

The nine essence spirit wheels made Su Xing far stronger than ordinary ghosts. Last night, when he and Duanmu Qing were intimate, Duanmu Qing's insatiable demands almost drained him, but in the end, he made her so weak that she couldn't get out of bed the next day.

"How did I become a 'harem king'? It turns out that condensing nine essence spirit wheels has such a side effect," Su Xing scratched his head, smiling foolishly, but feeling like he deserved a beating. This was something many ghosts envied.

The golden leaves of the ginkgo trees danced, and Su Xing sat on a bench by the roadside, slowly sorting out the clues.

"The anomaly Duanmu Qing mentioned might be due to the 'True Manifestation Diagram,' the Wuchuan fish balls, and other factors beyond my control. But the word she said I mentioned then really caught my attention."

"Lín?"

"Could one word 'Lín' make all the ghosts turn to ashes? It has such power? I've never seen it in books; it must be something only the top beings know, not for us to understand."

Su Xing stopped thinking but firmly remembered the pronunciation of "Lín."

Then, Su Xing took out the ghost pouch and removed Tai An'er's clay figure.

"Huh?" Su Xing's gaze paused as he found a jade bottle in the ghost pouch.

"What is this?" Su Xing took out the jade bottle, his eyes narrowing, then he couldn't help but smile gently, "Qing'er."

The cold wind blew, and the ginkgo leaves swirled on the street. Su Xing set off again, heading to the City God's Mansion. He planned to sweep through the special ingredients in the kitchen, improve his cultivation, refine some ghost weapons and ghost qi pills, and give some instructions to his subordinates. He had a long-term plan.

After that, Su Xing would leave the City God's Mansion, no longer be a ghost servant, and no longer seek Shifei Xue. Instead, he would wander through the netherworld and become a Ghost General within a hundred years!

"Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist. They come at midnight, and leave at dawn. They come like a spring dream, and leave like morning clouds, nowhere to be found. My feelings for Shifei Xue are probably like this, a dream of spring river, flowers, and moon, a vague feeling towards the silver moon in the sky, not love!"

Su Xing decided to give up chasing the illusory moon and cherish the happiness at hand. The job of a soul-collecting messenger was too dangerous, fighting with fierce and evil ghosts. He couldn't bear to see Duanmu Qing fighting on the front lines.

"Su Xing, you haven't been seen for a few days, looking so refreshed. Did something good happen?"

A familiar voice sounded, and Su Xing was startled. He turned around and saw two ghosts standing under a large locust tree.

"Have you been waiting long?" Su Xing smiled and walked over.

"No, I've been through thousands or tens of thousands of years in the Eighteenth Level of Hell, a few days don't matter," the old landlord laughed.

"Li Buzhang, what brings you here?" Su Xing glanced at the old landlord and Li Mu, a playful smile on his face.

Su Xing had been in the human world for many years and had seen everything. With his wisdom, he could see through the old landlord and Li Mu's intentions. Li Mu must have something to ask, and the old landlord came along.

"Let's talk at the teahouse, this isn't the place for conversation," Li Mu looked around and said.

They were at the side gate of the City God's Mansion, where many ghost servants came and went, making it a bad place for conversation.

Moreover, it suggested that what Li Mu had to say was not ordinary!

"Li Mu is right, let's go to my teahouse," the old landlord nodded.

Su Xing swept his gaze and, after a moment's thought, agreed, "Alright, let's go to the teahouse."

The old landlord stopped a carriage, and the three ghosts rode to the outskirts of Fengdu City. On the way, the old landlord talked about the recent changes in Fengdu City, the most shocking being the huge domain gates that appeared around the city during the Bai residence banquet.

"Su Xing, your cultivation is already at the ninth level of Ghost Soldier?" Li Mu suddenly asked, half-disbelieving.

"That's right," Su Xing nodded, not intending to hide it.

"What, really!" The old landlord exclaimed, almost jumping up. He grabbed Su Xing's shoulder, excitedly saying, "Su Xing, is this true? It's only been a few days, and your cultivation is already at the ninth level of Ghost Soldier?!"

"Old Tang, let go of Su Xing. This is true," Li Mu sighed, having known beforehand but still being shocked.

"Li Buzhang, you're right, but I only recently broke through to the ninth level of Ghost Soldier. How did you know?" Su Xing pulled the old landlord away, puzzled.

"The news came from the City God's Mansion. I heard it from others, but I don't know the exact source," Li Mu replied. "By the way, don't call me Li Buzhang anymore, just call me Li Mu."

"Alright, Li Mu!" Su Xing didn't refuse. He was now at the same level as Li Mu, and calling him by name was appropriate. The netherworld was a place of the strong ruling the weak, and if Su Xing's cultivation was higher than Li Mu, it would be fitting for Li Mu to call him senior.

The carriage clattered along, and after a while, they arrived at the old landlord's teahouse in the outskirts.

Su Xing and Li Mu sat opposite each other, quietly sipping tea, while the old landlord was nowhere to be seen.

"Tell me, what brings you here?" Su Xing took a sip of the fragrant tea and asked calmly.

Li Mu's face was grim, and after a long pause, he took out a jade bottle from his ghost pouch and placed it on the table, saying solemnly, "Su Xing, please help me with something, and I will be forever grateful!"

"There's no need for that. If I can help, I will. After all, you helped me at the Ghost Residence," Su Xing said calmly.

"Ah, that was just a small favor. I never thought such a big change would happen in just a few days," Li Mu sighed, feeling melancholic.

"Li Mu, what happened to you?" Su Xing frowned, his powerful ghost sense detecting a slight abnormality in Li Mu, his expression changing.

"Put your hand out," Su Xing said.

"You noticed?" Li Mu was surprised. He hadn't expected Su Xing to be so perceptive and had intended to hide it.

"Give it to me!" Su Xing said sternly, his face like water, Li Mu's change was obvious to him.

Li Mu's expression was gloomy, his voice low, often sighing and feeling melancholic, lacking the righteous and upright demeanor he once had.

"Just thinking about it makes me angry!"

Suddenly, Li Mu's eyes widened in anger, his hair and beard standing on end like lightning needles piercing the sky. With a "bang," his large hand crushed the teacup, water splashing everywhere.

"Take your time, no rush," Su Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, saying calmly. In the moment Li Mu became angry, he敏锐地察觉到一丝黑气缠绕，不像正常的鬼气。

"世道啊！" 李牧愤慨，双目瞪圆，血丝弥漫，泪水奔涌，义愤填膺，捶胸顿足。

苏醒仔细听李牧讲述，眼神慢慢阴沉下来，一盏茶的功夫之后。

"敢染指鬼府衙门，胆子不小，背后一定有黑幕。" 苏醒沉声道，"李大哥，你先养伤，我一定会帮你赢得鬼捕大比的！"

"多谢苏醒兄弟，我代酆都城外区的百姓向你！" 李牧说着就要下跪。

"诶，万万使不得！" 苏醒连忙阻住李牧，"李大哥，你是个刚正不阿的汉子，酆都城外区的百姓需要你这样的鬼捕，一定要养好伤，而我也只能帮你在大比上赢得比赛，尽微薄之力而已啊。"

"苏兄弟......"

"这瓶‘魂灵丹’你一定要收下，希望能助你突破到鬼吏境界。" 李牧虎目含泪，将玉瓶推到苏醒的跟前。

"魂灵丹？" 苏醒神色一动，望着李牧。

李牧遭受奸鬼暗算，突破鬼吏境界失败，而且受到奇怪诅咒，以此状态参加鬼捕大比，一定会失败。

"还是你留着吧，我的情况不一样，魂灵丹无法助我突破，况且我的七魄脉轮还没有完全凝聚完成，也突破不到鬼吏境界。" 苏醒推辞道，他说的是实话，身为功德灵魂，突破境界需要大量的阴气，寻常一颗魂灵丹根本不够用，杯水车薪而已。

李牧见苏醒神色诚恳，不像是做作，为难一下，便将玉瓶珍重的收起来，担忧地问道："那里参加鬼捕大比有把握吗？其他几个鬼捕可都是鬼吏境界。"

"鬼吏境界？" 苏醒嘿嘿一笑，"李大哥放心吧，我能横推一切，那几个鬼吏境界的鬼捕根本不够看。"

"你心里有个底就好，不过你要当心赤峰，我怀疑幕后黑手就是他，袭击我的可能是他本人！" 李牧沉重地说道，提到赤峰时，虎目中闪过一丝忌惮和痛恨。

"赤峰？不就是当初那个赤面鬼吏的头头吗？我知道了，李大哥你放心吧。" 苏醒沉吟一声，点点头道。

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In the netherworld, where there is no sun or moon, Su Xing woke up and felt the morning light breaking through the dark clouds, shining upon the city of Fengdu.

After a night of passion, he parted ways with Duanmu Qing, leaving behind a promise to propose to the Department of Punishment when he reached the Ghost General realm.

Fate and destiny, he never thought that a joke he made with Zi Buyu would come true with Duanmu Qing, truly mysterious and indescribable.

"Hard to repay the beauty's favor," Su Xing sighed, walking alone on the street. The golden ginkgo trees by the roadside were beautiful, and a gust of cold wind blew, causing the golden leaves to fall. Such a beautiful scene, who would think it was the terrifying netherworld?

As he walked, he recalled the events, trying to clear his thoughts. The banquet at the Bai residence had too many incidents, the clues intertwined, making it hard to distinguish.

"Why did Bai Wuchang invite all the ghosts of the netherworld? What does the black sky with golden stars and silver moon signify? I have a bad feeling about this," Su Xing thought, frowning.

He was very sensitive, finding clues from various details. For example, the soul-collecting messengers mysteriously disappeared at the Ghost Gate, two evil ghosts escaped from the Ghost Residence, and the stone lions came to life. The entire netherworld felt like a storm was about to break.

"Golden-eyed red-blooded dragon robe, blood jade dragon horse, black-level soul-collecting messenger's token, and so on, I owe Zi Buyu a lot, but it's fine to owe more!"

Feeling the fine and special material of the golden-eyed red-blooded dragon robe, Su Xing's eyes flashed with a sharp look.

He must improve his strength as soon as possible!

Su Xing clenched his fist, determined.

At this moment, the graceful figures of Hong Yu, Shifei Xue, Zi Buyu, Tai An'er, and Duanmu Qing appeared in his mind.

"This is the rhythm of opening the harem, definitely not a good thing," Su Xing smiled bitterly. He found that his soul had condensed the essence spirit wheel and the hero spirit wheel.

The nine essence spirit wheels made Su Xing far stronger than ordinary ghosts. Last night, when he and Duanmu Qing were intimate, Duanmu Qing's insatiable demands almost drained him, but in the end, he made her so weak that she couldn't get out of bed the next day.

"How did I become a 'harem king'? It turns out that condensing nine essence spirit wheels has such a side effect," Su Xing scratched his head, smiling foolishly, but feeling like he deserved a beating. This was something many ghosts envied.

The golden leaves of the ginkgo trees danced, and Su Xing sat on a bench by the roadside, slowly sorting out the clues.

"The anomaly Duanmu Qing mentioned might be due to the 'True Manifestation Diagram,' the Wuchuan fish balls, and other factors beyond my control. But the word she said I mentioned then really caught my attention."

"Lín?"

"Could one word 'Lín' make all the ghosts turn to ashes? It has such power? I've never seen it in books; it must be something only the top beings know, not for us to understand."

Su Xing stopped thinking but firmly remembered the pronunciation of "Lín."

Then, Su Xing took out the ghost pouch and removed Tai An'er's clay figure.

"Huh?" Su Xing's gaze paused as he found a jade bottle in the ghost pouch.

"What is this?" Su Xing took out the jade bottle, his eyes narrowing, then he couldn't help but smile gently, "Qing'er."

The cold wind blew, and the ginkgo leaves swirled on the street. Su Xing set off again, heading to the City God's Mansion. He planned to sweep through the special ingredients in the kitchen, improve his cultivation, refine some ghost weapons and ghost qi pills, and give some instructions to his subordinates. He had a long-term plan.

After that, Su Xing would leave the City God's Mansion, no longer be a ghost servant, and no longer seek Shifei Xue. Instead, he would wander through the netherworld and become a Ghost General within a hundred years!

"Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist. They come at midnight, and leave at dawn. They come like a spring dream, and leave like morning clouds, nowhere to be found. My feelings for Shifei Xue are probably like this, a dream of spring river, flowers, and moon, a vague feeling towards the silver moon in the sky, not love!"

Su Xing decided to give up chasing the illusory moon and cherish the happiness at hand. The job of a soul-collecting messenger was too dangerous, fighting with fierce and evil ghosts. He couldn't bear to see Duanmu Qing fighting on the front lines.

"Su Xing, you haven't been seen for a few days, looking so refreshed. Did something good happen?"

A familiar voice sounded, and Su Xing was startled. He turned around and saw two ghosts standing under a large locust tree.

"Have you been waiting long?" Su Xing smiled and walked over.

"No, I've been through thousands or tens of thousands of years in the Eighteenth Level of Hell, a few days don't matter," the old landlord laughed.

"Li Buzhang, what brings you here?" Su Xing glanced at the old landlord and Li Mu, a playful smile on his face.

Su Xing had been in the human world for many years and had seen everything. With his wisdom, he could see through the old landlord and Li Mu's intentions. Li Mu must have something to ask, and the old landlord came along.

"Let's talk at the teahouse, this isn't the place for conversation," Li Mu looked around and said.

They were at the side gate of the City God's Mansion, where many ghost servants came and went, making it a bad place for conversation.

Moreover, it suggested that what Li Mu had to say was not ordinary!

"Li Mu is right, let's go to my teahouse," the old landlord nodded.

Su Xing swept his gaze and, after a moment's thought, agreed, "Alright, let's go to the teahouse."

The old landlord stopped a carriage, and the three ghosts rode to the outskirts of Fengdu City. On the way, the old landlord talked about the recent changes in Fengdu City, the most shocking being the huge domain gates that appeared around the city during the Bai residence banquet.

"Su Xing, your cultivation is already at the ninth level of Ghost Soldier?" Li Mu suddenly asked, half-disbelieving.

"That's right," Su Xing nodded, not intending to hide it.

"What, really!" The old landlord exclaimed, almost jumping up. He grabbed Su Xing's shoulder, excitedly saying, "Su Xing, is this true? It's only been a few days, and your cultivation is already at the ninth level of Ghost Soldier?!"

"Old Tang, let go of Su Xing. This is true," Li Mu sighed, having known beforehand but still being shocked.

"Li Buzhang, you're right, but I only recently broke through to the ninth level of Ghost Soldier. How did you know?" Su Xing pulled the old landlord away, puzzled.

"The news came from the City God's Mansion. I heard it from others, but I don't know the exact source," Li Mu replied. "By the way, don't call me Li Buzhang anymore, just call me Li Mu."

"Alright, Li Mu!" Su Xing didn't refuse. He was now at the same level as Li Mu, and calling him by name was appropriate. The netherworld was a place of the strong ruling the weak, and if Su Xing's cultivation was higher than Li Mu, it would be fitting for Li Mu to call him senior.

The carriage clattered along, and after a while, they arrived at the old landlord's teahouse in the outskirts.

Su Xing and Li Mu sat opposite each other, quietly sipping tea, while the old landlord was nowhere to be seen.

"Tell me, what brings you here?" Su Xing took a sip of the fragrant tea and asked calmly.

Li Mu's face was grim, and after a long pause, he took out a jade bottle from his ghost pouch and placed it on the table, saying solemnly, "Su Xing, please help me with something, and I will be forever grateful!"

"There's no need for that. If I can help, I will. After all, you helped me at the Ghost Residence," Su Xing said calmly.

"Ah, that was just a small favor. I never thought such a big change would happen in just a few days," Li Mu sighed, feeling melancholic.

"Li Mu, what happened to you?" Su Xing frowned, his powerful ghost sense detecting a slight abnormality in Li Mu, his expression changing.

"Put your hand out," Su Xing said.

"You noticed?" Li Mu was surprised. He hadn't expected Su Xing to be so perceptive and had intended to hide it.

"Give it to me!" Su Xing said sternly, his face like water, Li Mu's change was obvious to him.

Li Mu's expression was gloomy, his voice low, often sighing and feeling melancholic, lacking the righteous and upright demeanor he once had.

"Just thinking about it makes me angry!"

Suddenly, Li Mu's eyes widened in anger, his hair and beard standing on end like lightning needles piercing the sky. With a "bang," his large hand crushed the teacup, water splashing everywhere.

"Take your time, no rush," Su Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, saying calmly. In the moment Li Mu became angry, he敏锐地察觉到一丝黑气缠绕，不像正常的鬼气。

"The world is unjust!" Li Mu was indignant, his eyes wide with bloodshot, tears streaming down, his