Part 2
Yet, amidst these mixed sounds, Mr. Fu clearly heard the sound of the rebar piercing skin and flesh, passing between the ribs, and finally piercing the heart.
Luo Wenshu’s voice followed, “If you hadn’t shouted, he wouldn’t have slipped and fallen.”
“This is your retribution.”
“Twenty years ago, to repay the Tang family’s kindness, you gave Tang Mingquan the idea and helped him switch another family’s child into the Tang family, stealing the blessings and fortune that originally belonged to that child, and making her suffer grievances for so many years.”
“Now that the conspiracy is exposed, the power of the rules backlashes. Since you cannot bear the cost, it will take away everything you have along with it.”
And this child was what Mr. Fu valued most now, his grandson, and the only bloodline of the Fu family.
“Grand… pa…” The child shouted one last time with weak breath, the light in his eyes dissipating, his heart stopping, his breathing ceasing.
As if waiting for this moment, the invisible shackles binding Mr. Fu disappeared instantly.
His body was unstable, and he knelt weakly on the ground. On his face, eroded by time and weather, was an expression of extreme sorrow and pain.
“Huzi… my… Huzi…”
Dark clouds obscured the sunlight, and the light dimmed instantly.
A translucent shadow slowly detached from the child’s body and floated above.
His expression was very confused, seemingly unaware of what had happened. His gaze circled around and finally stopped here.
“Grandpa, why are you crying, Grandpa?” He shouted anxiously as he floated over.
Mr. Fu was a cultivator with high cultivation and could see souls.
In an instant, a ray of light seemed to light up in his dim eyes.
“The little ghosts from the Netherworld will come to collect the soul soon; you can’t keep him.” As if knowing what he was thinking, Luo Wenshu reminded him.
The moment her voice fell, a gloomy wind suddenly blew, and the chilling aura unique to the Netherworld spread.
The outline of a door appeared in the space, faint and indistinct.
The little ghosts from the Netherworld actually came!
Seeing this, a fierce light appeared in Mr. Fu’s eyes. His hands, agile unlike someone of his age, quickly formed a seal and struck toward the forming Netherworld Gate.
Clearly, he intended to forcibly keep his grandson’s soul from the soul-collecting little ghosts.
With Mr. Fu’s cultivation, ordinary soul-collecting little ghosts really couldn’t do anything to him.
Luo Wenshu pondered whether to help.
Since Luo Xingyu accepted the Seal of the Human Walker from Xie Fei, the soul-collecting little ghosts in this area could be considered half his colleagues.
Although they usually didn’t meet or have any interaction…
Forget it, I’ll help.
Luo Wenshu made a decision in her heart. However, before she could act, she saw a tall man wearing a tea-white long gown walk out of the door.
His brows and eyes were handsome, his temperament extraordinary.
Luo Wenshu: Ah, this…
Sure enough, a person hated by this world really isn’t given a single chance… No, that’s not right. Heaven actually gave Mr. Fu a sliver of a chance just now; he just didn’t grasp it.
Luo Wenshu then stood aside to watch the show.
Xie Fei walked out of the Ghost Gate and looked at Mr. Fu kneeling on the ground. Just now, this person had attacked the Ghost Gate, attempting to disperse the Netherworld power condensing it.
Looking at the floating soul beside him calling “Grandpa,” Xie Fei instantly guessed the reason, so his brow furrowed imperceptibly.
If it weren’t him who came, even if the Ghost Gate wasn’t closed today, the little ghost who came probably wouldn’t have been able to smoothly take this soul away.
Thinking of this, Xie Fei frowned again.
Chunshan, this place, is truly ridiculous.
In the End of Dharma Era, spiritual energy is depleted. Counting every cultivator in the country, those who can challenge the Netherworld ghost messengers wouldn’t amount to the number of fingers on two hands.
And just in the urban area of Chunshan, two have appeared.
This old man is relatively normal; judging by his age, it’s not hard to guess he has been cultivating for many years.
But the other one clearly has no cultivation, yet knows the Netherworld very well and can draw top-quality talismans…
A strange figure appeared in Xie Fei’s mind. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed there was another person here. He looked over, and the figure in his mind instantly overlapped with reality.
The person had a smile on her face, raised her hand, and greeted him somewhat lazily.
Xie Fei: …
Mr. Fu, kneeling on the roof, stood up at this moment, straightened his clothes. The expression on his face changed, still retaining the deep grief of losing his only grandson, but with something determined in his eyes.
He looked at Xie Fei coming out of the Ghost Gate and bowed with cupped hands. “Today, no matter what, I, Fu Changning, must keep this child. Offenses made, hope for forgiveness!”
As his voice fell, his aura changed completely, fierce light appearing in his eyes. At the same time, his hands formed a seal and struck toward Xie Fei.
This routine of courtesy before force confused Luo Wenshu on the side.
She thought, has Mr. Fu lost his mind from excessive grief? The one who came isn’t some random soul-collecting little ghost that anyone can handle, but the White Impermanence of the Netherworld!
Even she wouldn’t want to fall out with him unless absolutely necessary.
Seeing Mr. Fu bravely charging forward, Luo Wenshu couldn’t bear to watch and turned her head away temporarily.
In an instant, the gloomy wind blew harder, and the Netherworld aura permeating the air erupted instantly.
Heaven and earth changed color slightly.
Luo Wenshu heard a cold snort, followed by Mr. Fu’s painful muffled groan, spraying a mist of blood.
“You… you…” Mr. Fu’s voice was terrified. “You are not a soul-collecting little ghost?!”
Hearing the voice, Luo Wenshu looked back again, teasing, “Lord Xie, how long has it been since you managed things? The cultivators in this human world don’t even recognize you anymore!”
Last time they met on the roof of the Fang family’s building, Luo Wenshu had used “you” (informal), and now she deliberately changed it back to “You” (formal/honorific).
The surname Xie is truly special in the Netherworld, especially within the scope of soul-collecting ghost messengers.
Hearing Luo Wenshu address him this way, Mr. Fu instantly guessed Xie Fei’s identity. Consequently, the terror on his face intensified. “White Impermanence… you are White Impermanence!”
“A new Impermanence Ghost has actually come to Chunshan!!”
“Eh?” Luo Wenshu was also a bit surprised hearing his words. “What do you mean ‘a new Impermanence Ghost has come’?”
The organizational structure of the Netherworld is somewhat similar to the human world, but there are differences.
Officials in the human world change every few years, and the people below move positions accordingly.
In the Netherworld, the Impermanence in charge of each region basically won’t change for decades or even centuries unless there are accidents or mistakes.
“You don’t know?” Mr. Fu asked.
Although he didn’t see any cultivation in this woman, she spoke of karmic laws very familiarly and dared to speak to an Impermanence Ghost in that tone, clearly a cultivator with considerable skill.
She could know the Tang family’s secret from twenty years ago, so why didn’t she know this?
For a moment, Mr. Fu forgot the pain of a white-haired person burying a black-haired person (an elder burying a younger), leaving only surprise.
“Should I know?” Luo Wenshu’s gaze circled between Xie Fei and Mr. Fu, finally landing back on the former. “Lord Xie?”
Is she expecting me to explain?
Xie Fei fell silent for a moment. Finally, under her questioning gaze, he spoke, “I only took office in Chunshan this month.”
Truly a man of few words, not saying a single extra word.
Luo Wenshu wasn’t quite satisfied with this answer, so she looked at Mr. Fu again.
“My master told me that the one managing Chunshan before was Black Impermanence Lord Fan Yuanzhou, but no one has seen him since ten years ago. From the time I started cultivating with my master until now, it’s been about forty years, and I haven’t seen that lord either.”
Privately, everyone speculated that Lord Fan might be gone.
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