C65 (1/2)

”Masters, what can I do for you?” I poured two cups of tea and placed them on the table. ”My store was newly opened. There's still no business coming to visit.”

White Impermanence said softly, ”Lil 'Liu, us brothers came here today to ask you to do something.”

I doubtfully asked, ”If you let me do something, what can I help you with?”

Black Impermanence said angrily, ”You have to die!”

”My brother said that your master eats Yin Yang Rice, and you are his disciple. You should take over your master's position.” Speaking of this position, I remembered that the old gramps left behind this treasure. Could it be that it has something to do with the two of them?

I hastily took out the insignia from the drawer and softly asked, ”Grandpa Wuchang, do you know what this metal plate is?”

White Impermanence looked and said, ”I know about that, but I can't tell you.”

”Why?”

”Because we in the Underworld have a rule that we can't interfere with the human world. I'm powerless to do anything about this.”

White Impermanence handed the metal token over to me, then said softly, ”Recently, there have been a few ghosts that escaped from the Underworld. White Impermanence handed the metal token over to me, then said softly,” Recently, there have been some ghosts that escaped from the Underworld.

I said doubtfully, ”Grandpa Wuchang, the job of capturing ghosts doesn't seem to be my job. Furthermore, I don't know how to catch ghosts.”

”You must die!” Black Impermanence suddenly said something else, causing me to be shocked. It can't be that Black Grandfather is angry, right?

White Impermanence sneered, ”Did your master not leave you any ghost catching magic tools after death?”

”Yes, there's a bronze bell and a mirror!” I took the magic tools from the drawer and placed them on the table. ”But I don't know how to use this mirror.”

White Impermanence said softly, ”This is the YinYang Eight Trigrams Mirror combined with the essence of the sun and moon in order to drive out ghosts.”

”Yin Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror?”

”Keep this cloth bag. On the fourteenth of every month, we brothers will come to collect the ghosts you caught and bring them back to the Underworld.” White Impermanence waved her right hand, a canvas bag appeared in her hand. ”As long as you send away eighty-one ghosts and send them back to Samsara, I can fulfill one of your conditions.”

My eyes immediately lit up. ”Eighty-one souls, is this true?”

White Impermanence smiled and said, ”That's right, we can satisfy any of your wishes, if only the two of us can do it.”

Then I said, ”And if I didn't send eighty-one ghosts?”

”You must die!”

”What my brother said is right. In that case, you can return with me.” I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. It seemed that these two lords had recognized me.

However, I was puzzled as to why these two old men would suddenly come looking for me, and I had never heard the old man mention these things before. What I don't understand is why did the ghost from the Underworld come out for no reason, didn't the Underworld have a ghost servant watching over them?

What was the 18 levels of hell? Even if a ghost came out, the Messenger should be the one to capture it.

”Alright, that's it. Be careful.” I felt like I had fallen into a gentle trap. A single request had bribed me.