The patrol torches formed a long line, making Ren Town seem lively at night.
A brawny man holding a torch suddenly shivered. He tightened his clothes and muttered,"Strange, why do I suddenly feel a cold wind blowing over? Damn, it's so cold!”
However, what he did not know was that a team of messengers of death had just walked past him.
Living people couldn't see or touch the messenger of death's path. They would only feel a surge of cold current and should take the initiative to avoid it.
Otherwise, if the messenger of death passed through his body, he would be infected with a cold or even suffer from a serious illness!
Su Mo was currently an Immortal Soul, no different from a messenger of death.
When he passed by the Ren residence, he happened to bump into Ninth Uncle and his two disciples. They were discussing something with Old Master Ren and the others at the door.
"Junior Brother?"
Ninth Uncle unintentionally turned his head and saw Su Mo sitting on his Dark Horse, as well as the messengers of death following him.
"Martial Uncle Su?" Qiu Sheng turned his head subconsciously, but he could only see the dark street and a few weeds swaying in the wind."Master, are you seeing things?”
"Hmph, ignorant!"
Uncle Nine glared at him." I told you to put in more effort, but none of you listened." Use the talisman to open your eyes and look again."
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng looked at each other and wiped their talismans on their eyes. At the same time, they saw Su Mo riding on the Dark Horse.
"Martial Uncle?" The two of them exclaimed.
"No way, Martial Uncle?" Wen Cai was even more surprised. You're only twenty years old, and you're already dead?"
"What nonsense are you spouting!" Ninth Uncle slapped the back of Wen Cai's head.""Go to the back."
"Oh." Wen Cai didn't dare to refute him and walked to the back obediently with his head lowered.
"Officers." Ninth Uncle cupped his hands at the messengers of death."Where are you taking my Junior Brother Su? My junior brother is a disciple of Mao Mountain. Even if he dies, the Nether World must inform the elders and sect master of Mao Mountain before they can come and extradite him.”
That's right, as one of the leaders of the righteous sects, Mao Mountain was just as unyielding!
My sect's disciple is dead. If the Netherworld wants to steal his soul, you have to inform him first!
After all, it was a sect that had been passed down for thousands of years. A large number of the predecessors of Mao Mountain had worked in the underworld, and some of them even had great power in the underworld.
"Sikong Lin misunderstood."
Wang Yongren, who was leading the team in front, quickly bowed and said,"Mister Su, you have made great contributions in ferrying the souls of the dead these days. The Netherworld is grateful for your merits and is prepared to grant you the official body of the underworld. I am specially here to guide your soul to the Netherworld.”
Among the eight divisions of the underworld, they were divided into Situ, Sikou, Sikong, and Si Zhu according to their official positions.
And Ninth Uncle's identity in the netherworld was Sikong of the Nether World's Money Seal Department.
At the side.
Old Master Ren and the others were confused.
"Ninth Uncle, who are you talking to?”
"Old Master Ren." Ninth Uncle handed over a few talismans.”
Ren Fa and the others looked at each other and wiped the talisman on their eyes a few times. When they opened their eyes again, they found a group of people standing in the middle of the road.
"Ah!"
After all, he was just an ordinary person. When he suddenly saw the messenger of death, Old Master Ren was so frightened that he cried out in surprise and retreated repeatedly.
On the other hand, Ren Tingting was much calmer than her father because she had experienced the soul ferrying.
"Senior Brother, it's getting late. I'll go down first. If you want to know the details, let's talk after daybreak.”
"Hurry up and go." Ninth Uncle nodded and watched Su Mo and the group of messengers of death disappear into the darkness.
Looking at the darkness that had regained its calm, Old Master Ren asked in a low voice,""Ninth Uncle, what's wrong with Mr. Smith?”
He didn't dare to say the word 'death'.
"My junior brother has gone to the netherworld to take up an official position. His soul will return before dawn. If Old Master Ren wants to know more, you can ask him in detail tomorrow.”Ninth Uncle explained patiently.
"A living person can also be a Yin Official?" Ren Fa's eyes widened.
"Of course you can." Ninth Uncle smiled." Old Master Ren, you should have heard of Bao Gong's opera,'Breaking the Yang in the Daytime and Examining the Yin in the Night', right?" The stories circulating among the people were not necessarily all false.”
Ren Fa was silent for a long time before he finally sighed and said,""Mr. Su is really a god! Unheard of! I've never heard of it before!"
"It's nothing."
Wen Cai couldn't help but say," My master also has an official position in the netherworld, and his status in the eight divisions of the netherworld isn't low.”
When he said this, he raised his head like a rooster, as if the person who was the Yin Officer in the underworld was not Ninth Uncle, but himself.
"You're too talkative!"
Ninth Uncle glared at him. Hurry up and go to the courtyard to dance!"
"Oh, I'll go now." Wen Cai shrunk his head and ran towards the courtyard.
Ren Tingting still stood where she was, staring blankly at the spot where Su Mo had disappeared, her eyes shining brightly.
Old Master Ren's gaze was fixed on his daughter. His initial hesitation was completely resolved at this moment.
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