Consciousness or sensation is a bit empty.
I lowered my head, gazing at my own index finger for several seconds as the wound gradually began to scab over.
Closing my eyes, focusing my attention, my thoughts gradually became calm and normal.
Too much has happened in these days, including spending a day and night in the Underworld, an evening at the Immortal King's Office, and tonight.
I took a nap at the old tea house for three days and three nights.
Even ghosts need to hide in the winter, and humans cannot go without rest.
By the time we reach the City God Temple, I should be able to sleep well.
Thinking about it, I closed my eyes to rest.
Results... when I woke up again, the sunlight was particularly glaring.
I still sit in the car, the driver's seat vacant, and outside the window are fields of rural areas.
Opening the door and stepping out, I see Mokou sitting on the roadside steps, a red and white porcelain night pot being baked by the sunlight.
"Seeing that you were so tired, I couldn't bear to wake you."
Mokou extended her hand and lightly pointed to the top of the car: "Here, eat something."
Just then, I noticed a takeout bag on the car roof, and the aroma of vegetables wafted out.
I took out some food from inside and sat next to Mokou, taking big bites and big gulps.
Mokou stared into the distance, humming a tune softly.
Her voice was naturally pleasant, and with the melody, it was as pleasing as a stringed instrument.
"What is your feud with Sun Zhuo?" I asked Mokou as I put down my chopsticks after finishing the food, "Is it something to do with your past?"
Mokou continued to gaze into the distance, her eyes slightly narrowing.
She is inherently extremely beautiful, with or without makeup, exuding a pure allure.
However, at this moment, a layer of killing intent flickered in her eyes.
"I will tell you." Mokou whispered.
At the same time, she gave me a glance.
During this period of time, our relationship has become closer, no longer just ordinary business cooperation, but also adding a sense of trust.
This glance seemed to weaken the sense of trust.
"Let's go," said Mokou, getting up and picking up the night pot.
I went to the passenger seat and retrieved my suitcase, walking towards the City God Temple with Mokou.
The City God Temple was empty.
Until we reached the main hall, Mokou called out, and only then did Uncle Huang slowly walk out from behind the statue of the City God.
At the first glance at me, Uncle Huang made a slight "hmm" sound.
Mokou spoke first, saying a long series of words.
Including the poor ghost Lao Gong, the dead man's clothes and glasses, none were left out.
After speaking, Mokou took out the glasses wrapped with vermilion rope in the shape of a zongzi and handed them to Uncle Huang.
"Holding two possessions..." Uncle Huang was extremely solemn, muttering, "It seems, they are from the Five Hells."
"Humans commit five thousand sins, becoming the Five Hell Ghosts. I have been stationed in Qianyang territory for so many years, but I have never seen a Five Hell Ghost. I don't know where it was sealed, and it is so far away. It is so eerie."
My pupils constricted again.
Five Hell Ghosts...
I had also thought earlier that the owner of the glasses and the dead man's clothes was a Five Hell Ghost, but the idea didn't occur to me too deeply.
Because the conditions for the formation of Five Hell Ghosts are too strict...
If it really is a Five Hell Ghost... then it would be too terrifying, and I could never afford to provoke it.
"Aunt Huang, just say... it was the breaking of the Infernal Prison at the Hell King's Office, right? That abandoned building was also a hot potato that Yan Director accepted. Don't reveal any information about Luo Xian God." Mokou whispered softly.
"Um." Uncle Huang took the glasses seriously, then took over the suit bag from my hand.
Glancing at the night pot, he said to me, "The poor ghost does indeed like to talk about ghosts, and as a fortune ghost, it often sees that your fortune is weak. You don't need to worry too much."
I pondered.
Then Uncle Huang told Mokou that it could be buried behind the temple.
Mokou smiled gracefully, saying softly, "Thank you, Uncle Huang."
She nodded to me and we both left the City God Temple.
Glancing to the side, I saw Uncle Huang carrying the suit bag heading towards the back of the statue, and a huge weight on my heart finally lifted.
...
Behind the City God Temple, a mountain was adjacent.
Without a shovel or spade, I dug a hole with my hands and buried the night pot deep inside.
The sun had already grown very large, and when I stood up, I still felt a little dizzy, as if the sun was a halo-like circle.
Mokou suddenly made a soft "hmm" sound and stopped, placing her hand on my shoulder.
I was about to move forward, but I stopped immediately.
My vision was somewhat blurred. Somewhat further away, at the corner of the City God Temple wall, stood a person quietly.
The person was wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a voluminous robe, exuding a dignified and grand aura.
But when you look closely at his face, his features are extremely ugly, almost like that of a ghost...
But how could I see a ghost in broad daylight!?
Mokou's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, showing extreme tension, and her hand pressing on my shoulder was trembling slightly.
Does Mokou know that person?
In the next second, the person retreated two steps and disappeared around the corner...
"Say hello to Uncle Huang, and we'll leave first... It seems that the matter of pestilential ghost has caused quite a stir." Mokou sounded uneasy.
"Who is he?" I asked in a hoarse voice.
Mokou lightly bit her lower lip and said, "You will know when you know. It's not helpful to ask now."
After speaking, Mokou hurriedly continued walking.
I furrowed my brow, feeling slightly restless in my heart.
Mokou mentioned the pestilential ghost again, after all, this matter was closely related to me.
Back in the main hall of the City God Temple, I did not see the person from earlier.
Uncle Huang was still standing under the statue of the City God.
Mokou greeted Uncle Huang and said we should leave first.
Uncle Huang nodded first, then deeply stared at me, warning, "Little friend of Xianshen, actually, it shouldn't be me to say this. The other day, the Hell King's Office was filled with ghostly qi. The night guard was attracted there and saw something."
"You are young but have a sharp temper. However, when doing things, you should leave some room for others. The Hell King's Office has been forced to close due to you, and many have been injured or killed."
"When dealing with matters involving ghosts, you must be even more cautious. One slight mistake can easily lead to the opposite effect."
My heartbeat increased significantly.
Uncle Huang did not condemn me or speak for the Hell King's Office.
But this warning cannot be denied as reasonable.
"I originally intended to crush the jade tablet you gave me, but the Hell King's Office didn't give me the chance, and I almost died." I simply explained without exaggerating.
Uncle Huang was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Their nature really is like that. I'm not sure what more I can say. Since things have come to this point, you need to be more careful."
"Thank you, Uncle Huang." I bow respectfully.
I was about to leave.
Suddenly, a sense of pressure appeared behind me.
It was as if someone had appeared silently behind me, gazing down at me.
Uncle Huang's eyebrows suddenly furrowed.
Mokou's eyelids were twitching frantically, and her forehead was once again covered in fine sweat.
My pupil constricted, cold sweat kept sliding down my back.
This feeling was not from the night guard.
Suddenly, I remembered the person I had seen earlier...
The main hall inside the temple was extremely quiet. I could hear my heart pounding loudly, as if someone was murmuring low in my ear.
A few seconds later, that feeling vanished.
I felt as if all my strength had been drained, and my back was drenched with sweat.
Uncle Huang's eyebrows relaxed, and he smiled, saying, "It's okay."
I forced a smile, glancing out of the corner of my eye, and saw no one behind me.
Mokou, however, looked puzzled at Uncle Huang and asked, "Aunt Huang... why does the day guard need to look at Luo Xian God? It's kind of scary."
