If other ghosts rush in front of him, Ji Yuan will not say anything but first perform a set of martial arts fists, condensing blood and evil energy, and physically transcending them.

But this ghost in front of me is barely a familiar face, so it’s hard to take action right away.

"I told you, old man, don't talk nonsense. The sky is clear and everything is clear. Everything is going smoothly under the rule of Jing Dynasty. There has been peace for a long time. How can there be any grievances? How can there be grievances?"

Ji Yuan stood still and scolded expressionlessly.

While he was on guard, he also felt that something strange had happened.

How come these days, there are still ghosts complaining to living people?

Where is the legendary Yin Tianzi, King Yama, black and white, impermanent, bull-headed and horse-faced?

No matter what happens, you should ask the City God to seek justice!

"I don't know what I know. Yesterday, a fierce god came to this Yin City. He wore the flying fish suit of Beizhen Fusi and scattered several ghosts in succession. It was very scary!

After the death of the little old man, he has been setting up a stall selling wontons to make some dirty money.

Even if a living person accidentally enters, he will take a few breaths of Yang Qi and never do evil things to seek wealth or death... I don’t want to die again! Please save me, little old man!"

The old man huddled up in a ball, ignoring Ji Yuan's hot masculine blood. He hugged his thigh tightly and burst into tears.

It's quite a bit like trying to challenge the common people by blocking the road and complaining.

It's a pity that Ji Yuan is not the great master of Qingtian, so he said calmly:

"Isn't it right for you to inhale Yang Qi?

If you encounter a frail and sick person, if you take a few more breaths of the breath of a living person in the world, your life may be shortened by several years!"

The old man was speechless when asked this question.

I can only wrinkle my face, showing a humble and pitiful look.

Ji Yuan remained indifferent, looking down at the ghost's deathly appearance.

A big hole opened in the head, and half of the old face was scraped to a bloody pulp.

It's like being beaten to death and losing your life.

Then scan the coarse linen robe and muddy straw sandals.

Presumably, he was not from a wealthy family during his lifetime.

Only when he took in these details did Ji Yuan's expression change.

When you were a human, you were like a cow or a horse, but when you become a ghost, you still have to suffer.

What a terrible word!

"You just said that the man was wearing a Feiyu suit? Is he a member of the 100 households in Fusi, Beizhen?"

Ji Yuan's eyes flashed and he asked.

Could it be the strange case of the mysterious dismemberment of Qian Wu from the Chayan Gang?

"That's right, that's right! He is a wealthy official! He has more energy than you!"

The old man replied quickly.

"Futai? He has a fat head, big ears, and a body as round as a ball. He looks disgusting when you look at it, right?!"

Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit of murderous intent in his heart.

With this change of thought, the layer of bloody light suddenly burst into flames, like a fierce fire.

"Sir, have mercy!"

The old man was struck by the evil energy of blood and screamed immediately.

The ghost form exploded with a "bang", turning into a thick ink-like billowing airflow, and rolled back.

After several breaths of time, it was reunited.

"The little old man didn't dare to get close to the fierce god. He glanced half a street away and saw him wearing a flying fish suit and holding a flaming sign.

Weaker ghosts will be wiped out when exposed to the light... But it is indeed as the uncle said, bloated like a meat ball, very, very disgusting!"

After this unintentional act of intimidation, the old man became much more at ease, stopped shouting about injustice, carefully raised his head, observed his words, and answered questions.

"Lin Lu... he is so greedy for life and afraid of death that he doesn't even dare to leave Beijing to accumulate qualifications. He stays in the Yamen all year round. This time he actually took the initiative to take over a strange case that killed several people. A murderous case?"
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Ji Yuan's eyes narrowed, feeling something was wrong.

Judging from the old man's description, that person should undoubtedly be Lin Lu.

But how can a thief who bullies the weak and fears the strong and squeezes his subordinates dare to enter the Yin market alone?

You know, Mr. Li Qi, who was blinded by his achievements before, died in Yizhuang not long ago!

"What's he doing in Yinshi?"

Ji Yuan continued to ask with a straight face.

It has the majestic aura of a public servant interrogating criminals.

"How did the little old man know? He only secretly listened for a few times. The ghosts who were dispersed by this fierce god mentioned that he wanted to seek bad luck from Mr. Shou and investigate the previous deaths in Tai'anfang and Huairenfang!"
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The old man trembled in fright and quickly replied.

"Who is Master Shou?"

Ji Yuan deeply felt that the water in this world was too deep and it was really difficult to grasp.

The Yin market is not simple, there is a lot behind it.

"Uncle, you don't know something. There are nine Yin markets in Tianjing City, and there are also nine masters.

They are the Hand Master, the Leg Master, the Ya Master, and the Eye Master... They cast Yin coins, collect soul taxes, and manage the large and small ghosts in the Yin City.

I heard, I heard, they all escaped from the underworld and are very capable."

The old man sets up a stall in Yin Market every day and does business at night, so he is quite well informed.

"Master Hands, Master Legs? Why are they both physical limbs?"

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows.

Afterwards,

Look up,

I found that the night was getting darker.

It’s almost midnight.

The extremely yin moment where yin and yang alternate.

"How do you want me to save you?"

Ji Yuan asked in a deep voice.

"The uncle brought an object contaminated with Yin energy and death energy before, which can be used as a shelter for the little old man. As long as he avoids that fierce god, he should be fine."

The old man carefully put on a smile.

He was also seriously ill and sought medical treatment.

That fat pig-like dog Baihu, holding a token, searched from Huairenfang to Tai'anfang, and scattered the ghosts when he saw them on the way.

If I hadn't run fast, I might not have been able to escape the tragic fate of dying again.

"Why are ghosts still afraid of death?"

Ji Yuan thought for a moment and then asked.

"The little old man heard a rumor from elsewhere, saying that for some reason, the gate to hell leading to the underworld had been sealed thirty years ago. The Huangquan Road and the Naihe Bridge were all gone.

Countless ghosts cannot be reincarnated and stay in the world of the sun. Every night, hundreds of ghosts walk at night. The saint canonized the world as a city god, as if to solve this problem."

The old man trembled and explained:

"The Yin Soul is not immortal. On the contrary, every time it dies, the Yin Qi will be consumed violently. When it dies too many times, it will become an invisible and insubstantial thing and return to heaven and earth.

The little old man just wants to stay for a while to see if the underworld can be reopened so that he can start a new life in his next life."

Ji Yuan's eyes moved, and his heart was filled with fear.

He didn't expect that he could get it from the old man's mouth.

Hear such a horrifying and shocking secret!

The underworld is closed?

The ghost is trapped in the earth?

"What is the purpose of the saint canonizing the City God? There are City God temples in every prefecture in the Jing Dynasty. Is it to extradite the ghosts? Or to suppress the monsters? But this is not a long-term solution..."

Ji Yuan restrained his distracting thoughts, thought for a moment and then said:
To be continued...