, you can have them again in the future—""Jiang Qiyun, no woman would randomly want a child, especially at my age... A desire for children stems from love for them, a father's love. You don't understa...I stood at the doorway while Cheng Banxian began setting up his formation in the yard. I didn't go to supervise him.

First, he couldn't understand his spells. Second, with Jiang Qiyun present, Cheng Bansxian didn't have the guts to mess around; he was more nervous than I was.

Jiang Qiyun wasn't preoccupied with returning to his divine position today. Instead, he calmly accompanied me, swaying to my left and standing to my right. I always had the feeling that he seemed increasingly profound lately.

He knows what I'm thinking.

But what he was thinking, I could only guess at.

Probably my anxious back-and-forth made him a little displeased. He frowned slightly and said, "What's with you You're like an ant on a hot pot..."

"I've seen Cheng Banxian remove poison, but his returning souls to their rightful places... can that really work" I was a bit nervous, my hands clasped together as I looked at Jiang Qiyun.

Jiang Qiyun glanced at me, saying faintly, "Asking too much… If he can't do it, how dare he promise in front of me"

"He… what position did Cheng Banxian hold in the Underworld before How could he dispel Yin poison and summon souls He almost slipped up just now and didn't want to tell me."

In our mundane world, there's a saying: "Little ghosts are hard to deal with."

These underworld officials and messengers are actually the souls of ordinary people. They were extraordinary people in their lifetime, most of whom had accomplishments, fame, or good karma.

Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly and said, "Just an ordinary clerk who was in charge of a well for a while."

“Wells, wellheads...” I swallowed hard, remembering being tested by Bai WuChang before and thrown into a well.

This kind of well seems like a boundary, with heaven on one side and earth on the other. The wheel well is the most important "boundary" in the underworld, and there may be other wells with different functions, such as the "Yellow Dream" mentioned by Bai Wuchang.

Lin Yanhuan and Chenyan's souls vanished without a trace, unaware of what kind of "well" they needed to pass through to return to their own house.

》》》

Inside the small courtyard, a dim light hung in the air.

As if a handful of fine sand fell from the sky, the scene before me became somewhat blurred.

This hazy, blurred image is all too familiar... A creeping gloom hangs in the air, making it feel thick and solemn.

Looking through the round archway of the courtyard, the entire well was bathed in a quiet, eerie light, like a giant well that separated space and time.

Cheng Bansxian brought in quite a few magic artifacts, seemingly some peach wood swords and soul-calling bells. With so many artifacts, it's impossible to use them all at once. I think he's creating a smokescreen — the focus shouldn't be on the artifacts themselves, but rather on him and the ropes binding the artifacts.

"That rope of his seemed to be moving, and it was hiding something from me. " I couldn't help but ask Jiang Qiyun, “It looks like just a simple rope, but I feel something is off about it. What kind of spirit could it be"

Jiang Qiyun, hearing this, was slightly taken aback and chuckled lightly: "He's brought out all his trump cards... Just rest assured, if he didn't have confidence, he wouldn't agree to me. Have you prepared what he wants"

I was taken aback, patted my head, Cheng Banxian that fellow wanted scallions and pig blood... No, it's scallions stir-fried with pig blood, I had better hurry and make arrangements.

I hurried to the front yard and found a disciple of the Shen family to go down the mountain to find a farmer's restaurant. I asked him to order some chives fried with pork blood and white rice.

The Shen family disciples stared at me dumbfounded, pulling out their phone as they asked, "Headmaster, we have white rice in the kitchen... But stir-fried chives with pig blood is a bit troublesome. Look around our neighborhood, most farmhouses advertise themselves as vegetarian retreats, where would we find chives and pig blood"

I took his phone and looked at it. He had opened Xtuan takeaway, there were quite a lot of Chinese chives, but no pig blood.

"If you can't find any, just drive to the city to buy some. Make sure they are fresh scallions for stir-fried pig blood." I shoved my phone into his hand and said anxiously, "The sooner the better, I need them urgently."

The disciple nodded, then with a troubled expression, went to find the deputy manager for the car keys.

I stood waiting in the front yard for about half an hour, and then this disciple came running back, out of breath, carrying a takeout box.

"Is this enough" He held up a large plastic container filled with soup, inside was a big pot of leeks stir-fried with pig blood.

Taoist households generally pay attention to a light diet. Although chives and pork blood are considered good things in modern nutritional science, they both belong to the category of meat and animal products.

Someone who cultivates at home doesn't mind, but the Shen family is a gatekeeper family that values purification. Though leeks are tasty and nutritious, they have a slight odor. Cultivators must chant scriptures and worship, which would be disrespectful.

The disciple fanned his face with a look of grievance: “Master, what is this thing used for…”

I took it and waved him off, saying, "It cost you a lot to find the manager for this, I'm busy now."

Lin Yanhuan and Chenyan were placed in adjacent courtyards for easier care. At this time, a faint layer of light enveloped the two courtyards.

As I walked down the corridor leading to the courtyard, I could feel a sense of gloom hanging in the air.

It felt like walking down a corridor on the platform of oblivion. The air around me grew solemn and still, sending shivers down my spine.

"...Starting clouds" Wasn't he "supervising" Cheng Banxian here Where is he

Suddenly, a ghostly blue light flickered at the entrance of the courtyard. Jiang Qiyun held the Soul-Calling Lantern from the Six Extremes Ghostly Apparatus in one hand and made a slight gesture to me with the other, placing his hand near his lips.

"Hush..."

Psst

What's wrong

I held the lunchbox, which was rather hot to the touch, but my scalp prickled with a strange numbness.

Above the small courtyard, at the top veiled in that ethereal glow, it seemed as if a hand was tearing open the black expanse.

Two Six-Pole Ghost Devices, the Soul Suppressing Tower was placed at Chen Yan's bedside, and the Soul Summoning Lamp should have been placed at Lin Yanhuan's bedside as well, but at this moment, Jiang Qiyun held it in his hand.

He held a lamp in one hand and made a gesture with the other.

Slender and powerful fingers, in the cold and obscure dim light, bloomed like orchids, beautiful to the point of astonishment. Silver runes flowed from his fingertips, floating gently in the air.

I didn't even dare to breathe, my eyes fixed on Jiang Qiyun at the edge of the Moon Cave Gate.

He lowered his eyes, leaning lightly against the doorframe, intently gazing at a soul lantern in his hand.

The soul lamp drew a wisp of soul smoke from the black hole in mid-air, drifting aimlessly and unsupported.

Standing alone on the soul lamp, it suddenly appeared as a phantom flickering like a ghost thanks to Jiang Qiyun's rune power.

That was a tall and straight back.

Calm as the deep sea, yet steadfast like mountains.

My hand trembled, and I forgot the burning heat in my palm. The lunchbox fell to the ground. I didn't even bother to pick it up, rushing forward two steps and blurting out, "Lin... Lin Yanhuan—"

Is it Lin Yanhuan! Was a living soul drawn here

"Hush... Little Empress, don't call for the soul!" Cheng Banxian, who was sitting cross-legged with his back to me in the middle of the courtyard, urgently whispered.

I hurriedly covered my mouth, wishing I could slap myself twice.

This must be Lin Yanhuan! It's him, definitely him! How many men in the world have such a serious and composed aura, even in their souls

The back paused slightly, as if my calling had stopped them.

I bit my lip, afraid to make a sound. I covered my mouth with my hands, trying to minimize my presence.

A cold smile played on Jiang Qiyun's lips, his slender fingers pointing towards the room where Lin Yanhuan lay in the courtyard.

"Though you may wander through the vast expanse, you must eventually awaken. Go now." and Xiao Qiao You know Xiao Qiao has a ghost husband, right I see the ghost brother-in-law every day. We've gotten used to it... Look, I even went to the Ghost Market and bought you some good stuff."...