I use technology to revitalize the underworld

Feng Liang led the first group of members of the office to erect the stele carved by Feng Jingchen himself in the ruins of Lumen City.

It didn't take long.

Another group of military vehicles painted in army green drove slowly through the soft powder, and finally stopped 10 meters away from the stele.

Feng Liang immediately went up to meet him.

When he saw the people getting off the car, he was a little surprised: "Commander Su, you actually came here in person?"

The Soviet Army Commander was a young man who looked no older than 30 years old.

He is dressed in a military uniform, with a straight figure, with a serious expression and voice: "The country has newly established a 'Liaison Office between the Human World and the Underworld', and I will temporarily serve as the director. At the same time, I will also serve as the deputy director of the Office of the Underworld in the Human World."

According to Feng Jingchen's request, no matter whether it is a branch or the headquarters, the underworld office will have one chief and two deputy, three ministers and a director.

Among them, the principal is personally appointed by the local government.

There are two deputies, one sent by the government and the other elected by the office itself.

This Soviet army commander is the first candidate sent by the government.

And their liaison office is probably responsible for this matter.

Feng Liang heard the name of their liaison office, and smiled: "Your naming style is exactly the same as our president."

He stretched out his right hand: "I am now the deputy director of the western headquarters, and we will be colleagues in the future. Director Su, please give me advice~"

Su Yongning shook hands with Feng Liang briefly and forcefully, then turned his head and looked around: "Didn't Feng Wuchang come today?"

Feng Liang: "No. Brother Chen has retreated for two months, and the final exam is due in two days, and he is studying frantically now. He should come over by the winter vacation."

Su Yongning: "..."

Ah, he almost forgot.

The famous Feng Wuchang is now just a college student who stays up all night studying for the final exam.

The two did not disturb Feng Jingchen's study.

Only according to the plan he left before, he started the construction of the first office.

However, not everyone in this world is so smart.

A secret meeting of the five great families.

Master Chu's face was gloomy: "What are we going to do now?"

In the past few days, before their injuries healed, they learned that the group of small and medium-sized forces took advantage of them to enter the barrier and ran to "force the palace" for the three major forces.

This made the five of them so angry that they were almost injured.

Now that they have almost recovered from their injuries, naturally they will not let the group of youngsters go.

Patriarch Yan's face was also uncertain: "Now that we don't have the judge's pen, we only have a piece of treasure left, how can we suppress those people?"

In the final analysis, the cultivation bases of all major, medium and small forces are only up to the Nascent Soul Stage.

Even if the five of them join hands, they don't have the strength to suppress them.

"Judge's pen..." Patriarch Feng, who had always been taciturn, suddenly stood up, trembling with anger, "Feng Jingchen, there is definitely something wrong with Feng Jingchen!"

"How could he, a little celestial master of pill formation, snatch the control of the judge's pen? Can he still drive it?! This is impossible, absolutely impossible!!"

The Feng family is a family of craftsmen.

The magistrate's pen was repaired from the fragmented state by Master Feng himself!No one knows better than him how difficult it is to control the judge's pen.

To be honest, in the process of restoring the judge's pen, Family Master Feng could only put all the pieces back together.

The recovery of the judge pen is all due to the self-healing ability of Zhibao itself!

Patriarch Feng's eyes were fierce: "Feng Jingchen definitely hides a big secret!"

at the same time.

In the meeting room of Qianqingmen.

"Feng Jingchen, it's not easy." Master Xuan Yuan sighed softly.

Everyone heard what Nie Jingtai said before.

Even if the gods come, they can't drive the judge's pen and the book of life and death.

Then why can Feng Jingchen do it?

Just because he is impermanent?

If even a small impermanence can drive the treasure of the underworld, why not use the evil mirror platform?

The emissary of the underworld is super powerful, and he still came from the underworld.No matter how you calculate it, it is more suitable for driving the judge pen than Feng Jingchen, right?

But that person didn't even mention it.

Does this mean that he has acquiesced that he is not as good as Feng Jingchen?

The situation was critical at the time, and no one went into the details.

But looking back now, it's really intriguing.

Nan Feng sneered, even the members of his own sect hated him: "You just found out today that he is not simple? Now that you know, what are you going to do?"

"Do you want to arrest him at home, or torture him?"

Master Nan Hua glanced at him.

Nan Feng snorted softly, leaned on the chair with his arms crossed, and carefully watched all the expressions of the crowd.

However, everyone was used to Nan Feng's yin and yang aura, and didn't take his words to heart.

Hong Sha clasped his hands together: "Amitabha. This time, thanks to Feng Wuchang, he turned the tide and saved the common people from danger. In terms of emotion and reason, we should all show something."

The guardian envoy nodded: "That's right. It's just that... there are everything in the underworld, and we don't seem to have anything to offer."

The topic was taken awry, and everyone began to discuss it one by one.

Nan Feng and Nan Hua looked at each other calmly, but their hearts were more solemn.

Although Ji Guang has solved it now.

But... the mystery of how the evil celestial master organization got into the barrier and fed Ji Guang has not yet been solved!

Among them, it is hard to believe that there is no handwriting of the god-level celestial master.

But who will it be?

Huada, Department of Religion.

After Murong Qiao came back, he recuperated in the closed room.

Feng Jingchen was alone in the dormitory, quietly flipping through the books and the notes borrowed by his classmates.

Freshman courses are not difficult.

In just three days, he had already learned more than half of the two-month course that had fallen behind.

Moreover, this speed is not for the rote memorization of the exam.It is a thorough understanding of each knowledge point.

While learning, you can also connect with the existing knowledge system and continuously expand the boundaries of knowledge.

Such a smooth learning process not only gave Feng Jingchen a deeper understanding of the world.At the same time, the study of metaphysics has also burst out many new inspirations.

The cultivation base he just broke through has already faintly shown a continuous upward trend!

Feng Yanwang is quietly being an obedient student here.

But the outside world, after the carnival of the rest of the catastrophe.Finally someone couldn't hold back anymore and started doing things.

Previously, the small and medium forces failed to contain the three major forces.

Now they are suddenly announcing one after another that they will quit Taoism!Just ask for the blessing of the three major forces.

Because the five masters were completely incompetent in the matter of Ji Guang.

Any fool knows that you can't hang out with them anymore!

In less than two days, the so-called Taoist sect formed by the five masters actually withdrew one after another until only the five major families remained.

Even the old men who were abandoned by the three major forces left one after another!

Now, the so-called Xuanmen and the five major families have become a big joke.

The fourth day of the execution of the West Ghost King.

Feng Jingchen just finished the last course.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the dormitory.

He raised his eyes and recognized the five auras outside the door at a glance.

Feng Jingchen frowned slightly.

He put down his book and went to open the door: "Five Patriarchs, why are you free to come to us today?"

The head of the Yan family took the lead, smiling and saying kindly: "A few days ago, Feng Wuchang tried his best to turn the tide and save the world. In the midst of difficulties, we all have to come to thank you."

In human terms: I can't find an excuse, so just talk about it.

Feng Jingchen glanced at them meaningfully, and stepped aside to get out of the way: "It's just right, I also have something to do and I want to find five of them. Please."

When the five heard this, for some reason, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in their hearts.

But the five of them looked at each other and walked in bravely.

No matter how powerful Feng Jingchen was, it was only at the alchemy stage.

Even if they can't fight, can't they still run away? !

Feng Jingchen saw their expressions of resigning themselves to death, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He used disposable paper cups to pour water for five people: "The reception is not good, seniors don't take offense."

"Feng Wuchang, you're welcome." Patriarch Yan took the water, but didn't drink it.

The other four Patriarchs didn't even pick it up, and just put the water on the table.

In their current position, they have not touched food that has no spiritual energy for many years.

This kind of disposable paper cup is not qualified to let them touch it!

Patriarch Feng still stared at Feng Jingchen with gloomy eyes, his hostility was undisguised.

Feng Jingchen didn't care about their arrogance, and said bluntly: "The five seniors came here today, and they didn't even bring gifts, so they probably didn't come to thank you."

The expressions of the five Patriarchs froze suddenly.

They were just making excuses just now, they didn't expect Feng Jingchen to be so shameless!

Patriarch Yan managed to maintain a smiling face: "Feng Wuchang was joking."

Feng Jingchen raised his eyes with a smile that was not a smile: "Oh?"

Look at him being so reckless.

The five masters looked at each other, and finally decided not to beat around the bush with him anymore.

Patriarch Yan's expression was somewhat serious: "Feng Wuchang, in fact, we came here today to talk about something."

He took a deep breath and said solemnly: "The judge's pen you took away that day should be returned to us, right?"

"..." Feng Jingchen paused.

Then, he looked at the five masters in disbelief.

He never expected that these five people would be so thick-skinned even if they were stupid.

Feng Jingchen chuckled lightly: "The judge's pen is the treasure of the underworld, and I have already returned it to its original owner. If you want it, maybe you can go to the underworld to ask Mr. Judge?"

"What!" The faces of the five people mutinied.

Patriarch Feng finally couldn't hold it back anymore, and rushed out: "How can you return it to the underworld? I don't believe it! Are you hiding it secretly and wanting to take it for yourself?!"

The other four also had fierce looks on their faces.

They didn't believe that Feng Jingchen had no selfishness when facing Zhibao!

So the five of them guessed that the judge's pen was still on Feng Jingchen's body.Today, I just want to have a good negotiation with him.

Unexpectedly, Feng Jingchen would say such a thing!

Regardless of whether this matter is true or not, the five masters will absolutely not accept it!

Feng Jingchen looked at the murderous intent spreading from the five people.

His face darkened, and he stood up directly: "Okay, since you don't believe me, I'll take you to the underworld for a while."

He tapped lightly with his fingertips.

A passageway to the underworld with a height of one person appeared in the living room.

Feng Jingchen stood by the passage, turned his head to look at the five people calmly: "Senior, let's go?"

"..." The five masters looked at Feng Jingchen's reassuring appearance, and their hearts were momentarily in doubt.

This kid really handed over the judge's pen?

Feng Jingchen looked at them and said, "Senior, what's the matter? Don't you want the judge's pen?"

The words "judge's pen" seemed to be some kind of magic spell, which made the five people's brains "wake up" immediately.

The five looked at each other again.

They judge others by themselves, firmly believing that it is impossible for Feng Jingchen to give away such a treasure.

Now Feng Jingchen seems calm, but he is just bluffing!

Master Feng's eyes were dark: "Just go. Feng Wuchang, when the time comes, you have to take us to see the judge, let us see with our own eyes."

They went to the underworld, if Feng Jingchen really hid the judge's pen, it would be easier for them to blackmail Feng Jingchen.

As long as they yelled loudly, Feng Jingchen would never be able to hide it from the Judge of Hades!

Feng Jingchen saw the calculation in their eyes clearly, and the smile on his face deepened: "Then let's go."

He walked into the passage first.

The five masters followed without hesitation.

The six people crossed the underworld passageway and came to the side of Huangquan Road in the blink of an eye.

I saw ghosts with absent-minded eyes appearing from time to time on the desolate Huangquan Road, walking slowly in a line.

And the majestic ghost gate opened a small mouth at this time.People can see every detail of the majestic palace behind the gate of hell.

And beside Huangquan Road, there is the rushing blood-colored Wangchuan River and swaying Bana flowers.If people look at it more, they seem to lose their minds.

All of this is a real scene of the underworld!

Standing on Huangquan Road, the five masters couldn't help but feel a bit of bleakness and crisis spreading.

The thick Yin Qi in the air is even more overwhelming.

Feng Jingchen was not affected at all, and looked back at them: "Senior, if a living person passes the gate of hell, he is actively seeking death. Let's not go in, shall we?"

The five masters had also heard about this taboo, and quickly rejected it.

But Patriarch Feng didn't let it go easily: "Since you can't enter the gate of hell, how can you prove what you said is true?"

Feng Jingchen smiled: "I can call them out."

When the five people heard the words, they all paused.

A little impermanence, how could he come and go at the judge's call?

Sure enough, Feng Jingchen's identity is definitely not simple!

And while they were thinking.

Suddenly, the whole gate of hell is closed and opened!

In front of the resplendent palace, a majestic figure stepped out of it.

The man was wearing a crimson robe, tall and strong, with a white face and beardless.

In his left hand, he held a booklet with a strong breath, and in his right hand... he held the judge's pen!

The five of them stared wide-eyed.

So, is that really the judge? !

And on the judge's left, there was a young man in a red and white Taoist robe, who was the reinforcements sent by the underworld last time.

On the right side of the judge, there is a golden seal floating.

That seal seems inconspicuous, but if you look at it a few more times, it will make your heart palpitate, as if you saw something terrible!

The tall judge stepped forward, a head taller than them.

His calm eyes swept across the five of them lightly, and his voice was like drumming: "A celestial master from the world?"

His voice exploded in the ears of the five masters!It almost blew their souls out!

Feng Jingchen said calmly, "Yes. They want the underworld to return the judge's pen."

Five masters: "!!"

The faces of the five were pale.

The head of the Chu family jumped up: "We don't! Children with yellow mouths, don't talk nonsense!"

Patriarch Yan also hastily explained: "We have absolutely no such intentions! Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings!"

Yan Wangyin snorted coldly, and the immature childish voice said angrily: "What yellow-mouthed child? You are not allowed to scold us Chenchen!"

While Yan Wangyin was speaking, the three large characters of "Yan Wangyin" appeared "inadvertently" on the surface of the seal.

The five masters were immediately frightened out of their wits!

To even protect Feng Jingchen's seal like the king of hell, this kid is really not simple.

They, they were duped into a den of thieves! !

Nie Jingtai crossed his arms and looked at the five people coldly: "Last time, I saw you holding the fragments of the six-way runner in your hands. It's really courageous."

"Secretly hiding the most precious treasure of the underworld, the judge's brush, and the fragments of the six-way runner, how dare you come to the underworld!"

The five masters suddenly widened their eyes and turned their heads to look at Feng Jingchen.

So far, they still don't understand that they have stepped into a trap! !

That brat Feng Jingchen actually colluded so closely with the underworld!Even the judge can order it to move!

Master Chu's eyes were red: "Hmph! Even the underworld would never want to take away our things!"

He erupted suddenly and turned around, trying to break the barrier of the underworld.

result…

"Clap" sound.

Master Chu lost all his strength and faced the ground directly.

Feng Jingchen retracted his eyes calmly.

The King of Hades is here, who can be presumptuous in the underworld?

But the five masters didn't know the truth, and suddenly turned their heads in horror!

I saw that the "judge" had already opened the book of life and death: "You five little celestial masters dared to hide the treasure of the underworld and refused to return it. It is useless to live."

When the book of life and death turned to the page belonging to Master Chu, the "judge" calmly wrote, "Then, die."

Master Chu's eyes split open: "No!! I'll give it, can't I give it!!"

After half an hour.

The five masters were thrown out of the underworld by Feng Jingchen.

When the drama ended, the "judge" puffed and turned back into a two-meter-high boulder.

The book of life and death and the judge's pen also fell back into Feng Jingchen's hands.

King Feng Yan looked at the three subordinates with excellent acting skills, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard~ This is so much fun~" Yan Wangyin landed on Feng Jingchen's shoulder happily.

Nie Jingtai couldn't figure it out: "Yan Wangye, that is the treasure of our underworld, why don't you just let me go and get it back?"

Why bother to put on such a play?

It is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Feng Jingchen shook his head: "It is reasonable for us to ask them to return it in person. But if we go to the door to snatch it, it will become unreasonable."

Yan Wangyin snorted coldly, aggrieved: "If it weren't for the weakening of the underworld, or if we give an order, which celestial master would dare to hide his secrets!"

Feng Jingchen looked at them with a smile: "Don't worry, they will line up soon and return the treasure."

After Yan Wangyin heard the words, he immediately said with great interest: "Chenchen, what are you going to do again?"

Feng Jingchen made a fool of himself: "You will know when the time comes."

He looked at the fragment of the six-path runner in his hand: "With this, can we find other fragments of the six-path runner?"

Yan Wangyin was excited: "Yes! And as long as the six wheels are activated, it can bless us to enter the reincarnation channel to dig debris!"

Feng Jingchen didn't expect this benefit: "Then you guys go quickly."

He handed the fragments to Yan Wangyin.

Yan Wangyin swallowed the fragments in one gulp: "Then let's go~ Goodbye Chenchen~"

As soon as the words fell, it took Sansheng Shifei and disappeared.

Only the evil mirror remains.

Feng Jingchen looked at him with a more serious expression: "Let me see the sins of those evil celestial masters again."

During the short day of attacking Ji Guang, too many things happened.

Even though four days have passed, there are still many things waiting for Feng Jingchen to finish.

For example, how did the evil celestial master organization "manufacture" celestial masters, and how did they send these "blood food" into the ghost king's enchantment.

And... the leader of the evil celestial master organization, what is he doing in the ghost king's enchantment?

Could it be that their organization has withered talent enough to send some blood food, and the leader needs to appear in person?

All these questions may be answered in the memory of those "blood food".

With a light wave of his hand, Feng Jingchen and Nie Jingtai came to the outside of the Infinite Prison.

Those captured "blood eaters" were all locked inside.

Feng Jingchen took them out one by one, and walked around in front of the Nie Jingtai.

Soon, Feng Jingchen finally noticed clues from the numerous scenes.

"It's the soul." Feng Jingchen half-closed his eyes.

The evil celestial master organization can actually use the soul to perform some kind of secret technique and mass-produce high-level celestial masters!

No wonder they want to collect souls wantonly.

I'm afraid this is just one of the ways to use their souls!

After being reminded by Feng Jingchen, Nie Jingtai finally noticed this, and frowned: "This organization is really hateful!"

This approach is tantamount to letting innocent souls fly away!

Such a crime is far more serious than murder!

Feng Jingchen also frowned: "Their organization's dependence on souls is probably much greater than we imagined."

"Now the stronghold of the Xie Tianshi organization is compressed, if they don't get enough souls..."

No one knows what this crazy organization will do for it!

Nie Jingtai's face darkened suddenly: "What should I do?"

Feng Jingchen turned his eyes slightly, and finally shook his head: "We can only strengthen our precautions. Now our office in the world is under construction, and when we train them, it will be much better in the future."

Taoism is not credible, and the three major forces are not necessarily a single iron bucket.

The evil celestial master organization hides in these cracks, and it is as difficult to completely eradicate as cockroaches.

Nie Jingtai sighed maturely: "It's a pity. These people don't know which celestial masters are traitors."

Feng Jingchen remained calm: "Sooner or later it will be found out."

The electronic life and death book has been searched for so long.

According to the normal probability, at most one or two months, a big fish will definitely be caught!

Nie Jingtai nodded slightly, and suddenly remembered: "By the way, Lord Yan. I asked Xiezhi about the weird stone magic weapon used by the black-robed man last time."

"Xiezhi said that this is one of the magic weapons used by those weird celestial masters when the heavenly court collapsed. The current organization of evil celestial masters must be related to those people back then!"

Feng Jingchen raised his eyes, but he was even more puzzled: "I have also seen their leaders use similar magic tools. It seems that they made treasure fragments into stones. It's very weird."

How could someone specially make a magic weapon into a stone?

And the function is somewhat similar to that of a gun.

The combination of the two is really nondescript!

It is completely inconsistent with the thinking of weapons in human history.

Nie Jingtai is also puzzled.

Feng Jingchen thought slightly: "This is just one of the magic weapons of those people back then. If we can know the styles and shapes of other French styles, we may have new clues."

Nie Jingtai's eyes brightened slightly: "Xie Zhi's injuries have healed a lot now, maybe he will remember something after a while!"

Feng Jingchen nodded slightly, and did not continue this topic.

After throwing all the evil celestial masters back to the prison, he said to Nie Jingtai: "I haven't been back to the underworld for a long time, let's go and have a look together."

He retreated for two months, and the underworld was changing with each passing day.

He didn't even have time to read them all.

Since you are here today, let's take a look before leaving.

Nie Jingtai had nothing serious to do, so he replied solemnly with a steamed bun face: "Yes."

Seeing his cute appearance, Feng Jingchen relaxed a little: "Don't be so serious, let's go."

After finishing speaking, the two teleported to the gate of hell together.

Feng Jingchen walked into the gate of hell.

When you look up, you will see a vast plain stretching as far as the eye can see.

Now behind the gate of ghosts, apart from Qin Guangdian, the torture factory, and the tool processing factory.

All other buildings were moved to Fengdu City, which had not yet been completed.

But there are still many workers working here.

One of them is renovating the experience factory and processing factory.

The second is to build a beautiful large square outside the Qinguang Hall as the facade of the underworld.

As soon as Feng Jingchen and Nie Jingtai entered, the gate of hell was immediately closed again.

When the ghost guard at the gate saw Feng Jingchen, he saluted forcefully, "Yan Wangye!"

Feng Jingchen looked at the two ghost messengers.

They wore black and red cloth armor that was easy to move, held spears, and carried a small pistol on their waists.

This is the standard equipment for trainee ghosts, and it has been fully popularized within two months.

Feng Jingchen nodded slightly to the two ghosts: "Did anything special happen in the past two months?"

The ghost guard thought for a while and replied, "Yes. Half a month ago, a ghost suddenly came to Huangquan Road!"

Feng Jingchen was surprised: "The ghost came from Huangquan Road?"

Has the underworld evolved enough to attract ghosts?

Why doesn't he feel anything?

Nie Jingtai also said: "That's right, it did come from Huangquan Road. I was the one who subdued it at that time."

The two ghosts nodded heavily, and at the same time they were a little ashamed.

They have practiced for so long, but they are just getting started.

It's okay to deal with ordinary little ghosts, but it's completely powerless against fierce ghosts.

If there hadn't been a Nie Jingtai there that day, there would definitely be another big mess in the underworld!

Feng Jingchen didn't blame them: "Then the ghost is in the torture experience factory?"

The ghost messenger immediately cheered up: "Yes."

Feng Jingchen looked at Nie Jingtai: "Let's go and have a look."

If it is true that the attraction of the underworld has increased, then their current development seems too slow.

Need to make adjustments quickly!

Nie Jingtai nodded.

Feng Jingchen gave the two ghost messengers a word of encouragement, and hurried inside.

The two ghost messengers looked at Feng Jingchen's back with reverent eyes, and their moods were completely cheered up.

The ghost messenger on the left sighed: "Yan Wangye is not only super powerful, but also very approachable."

The ghost messenger on the right: "That's right. And he's handsome. Who would have thought that King Yan, who looks so gentle, would actually swallow ghosts alive when he's angry!"

Feng Jingchen almost staggered when he heard the last sentence!

What eats ghosts? !

Feng Jingchen suddenly looked at Nie Jingtai.

Niejingtai Baozi rarely had a narrow smile on his face: "Little Stone said it. It likes to tell everyone about the great achievements of King Yan."

Feng Jingchen: "?!"

He suddenly remembered that he had indeed seen a few times, the scene where Xiao Yin told the ghosts a story.

At that time, Feng Jingchen thought that Xiaoyin was talking about some interesting things from the past, so he didn't pay attention.

result…

Feng Jingchen took a deep breath.

It seems that he will have to take some time in the future to think about the education of his children.

While talking, the two had arrived at the Ghast Soul Immersive Torture Experience Factory.

The Experience Factory has been refurbished.

A circle is surrounded by beautiful crystals, so that people can more "conveniently" see the horrors of the ghosts inside.

Feng Jingchen saw what they were talking about at a glance.

With a thought in his mind, the book of life and death in his hand immediately turned to the page belonging to this ghost.

There is nothing to say about this ghost's life, and he doesn't care about murder and arson.

But when Feng Jingchen saw the last item, he couldn't help but let out a little surprise.

I saw that it was written in the book of life and death: [I was driven into the underworld by a yin broom produced by the underworld. 】

Feng Jingchen suddenly raised his eyes to look at the tool processing factory next door.

Is their broom useful for this?

Feng Jingchen showed the book of life and death to Nie Jingtai: "Can you capture this scene?"

Nie Jingtai was not surprised at all: "Sure enough. I took a picture of this ghost when he first came."

"The scene I saw was this fierce ghost, who was smashed back to the underworld by a mortal with a broom of Yin Qi. At that time, we only had a slight guess, so we couldn't be sure."

"Now that the book of life and death says so, that must be the reason."

The Book of Life and Death obtains information directly from the Dao of Heaven.

This information is either covered up, or it is definitely true!

Feng Jingchen thought about it.

He raised his hand and hooked it, and a broom from the processing factory next door fell into his hand.

But no matter how he looked at it, the only magic thing about this broom was the trademark stamp on the top.

But this seal, apart from having a bit of the regular atmosphere of the underworld, there is no other magic.

Feng Jingchen murmured in a low voice: "What's going on?"

Nie Jingtai expressed their conjecture: "We think that it may be because ghosts should have come to the underworld, and by chance, they were attracted by the regular breath on the mark."

Feng Jingchen raised his eyes slightly: "If that's the case, I have a new idea."