Mountain and sea lantern

Chapter 618 Asking for help
Actually, there's no fixed pattern to sending letters between the Yin and Yang realms. It's just a matter of hearsay; you just write down the target you want to assassinate and throw it at the designated location.

However, Chu Jingtang did not recommend using paper to write, since it was easily affected by moisture and who knew what the situation was like in the Yin-Yang realm? He suggested using 'white brocade' to write.

The so-called 'white brocade' is the white cloth they are currently wearing, and this material is also one of the main materials used to make the Six Realms Exchange Tickets.

After writing the message on the 'white brocade', put 10,000 bills inside, throw it into the Yin-Yang Realm, and then go home to wait for the assassin to come knocking.

It is said that the deadline is one month. If the assassin does not contact them after a month, it means that they have refused to accept the offer.

"A month? Isn't that a bit too long?" Wu Jinliang grumbled from the side.

Chu Jingtang sighed, "There's nothing we can do about it. If you want someone to do something for you, you have to follow their rules."

Shi Chun offered a sympathetic remark, "That person is not tolerated by either the Yin or Yang realms, and they are being hunted down everywhere. It's understandable that he's taking time to observe carefully."

Wu Jinliang asked, "You mean we should just wait a month to get that batch of deadly incense? A month later, it's questionable whether the stuff will even still be there."

"Others might need a month, but I might not even need it if I submit my letter," Shi Chun boasted, then asked Chu Jingtang, "Do you know how often Yu Xuanbing goes to the Yin-Yang Realm to submit his letters?"

Chu Jingtang shook his head. "I really don't know. It's said that once he takes on a job, it usually doesn't take too long from the time he sends the letter to the time the target is killed. The longest time it takes is almost a month, hence the saying that it takes a month."

Shi Chun pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. "If that's the case, then it's not a big problem. It means that under normal circumstances, he checks the letters quite frequently. The problem is that the things you mentioned are all low-probability events that happen only once every few hundred years. In that case, I really don't know when he will see the letters."

"Hehe." Wu Jinliang chuckled from the side, as if to say that this was a preemptive attempt to salvage his failed letter submission.

Shi Chun glanced at him and naturally knew that Wu's "hehe" sound had various meanings in different contexts, and understood what he meant by it.

Too lazy to bother with this guy's petty thoughts, I removed the paper, tore off a piece of white cloth, and wrote the four big characters "Request for a favor" on it. Then I wrote a line of smaller characters at the bottom, which was the address of this place, so that the assassin could find it after I sent the letter.

Wu Jinliang and Chu Jingtang, who had both craned their necks to look, were both stunned. They looked at each other and thought, "That's it?"

It seemed that was indeed the case. Before Shi Chun could add anything, he put down his pen, blew on the writing on the white cloth, rolled it up and put it away, and stood up to say to Chu Jingtang, "Let's go, lead the way to the Yin-Yang Realm."

The two of them seemed to have lost their minds this time. Wu Jinliang asked, "Are these four words enough?"

He was very suspicious, but he also knew that no matter how much this leader pretended, he wasn't a fool.

Shi Chun nodded, "If someone doesn't want to take the order, writing more won't help. That's enough."

"No..." Chu Jingtang also asked, "Boss, are you sure those four words are enough?"

As he said this, he gestured with both hands. Although it was just a simple gesture, it made people feel what he wanted to express: This really won't do, there's no need to make a wasted trip.

If only Wu Jinliang were around, Shi Chun would explain things. It wasn't a matter of closeness, but rather that Wu Jinliang knew his background very well. As for others, no matter how close they were, they might as well continue to solidify their influence within the group if the opportunity presented itself.

In other words, you still have to pretend when you need to.

So he pretended to be profound and said, "That's settled then. I have my own plans. Lead the way."

Well, since he said that, what could Chu Jingtang say? He had no choice but to lead the way.

After leaving their home, they went straight out of the city. Once outside the city gates and some distance away, the three of them rode together on a wind-scaled creature that soared into the sky and disappeared into the depths of darkness.

The road signs are occasionally visible from the towers along the way; otherwise, people unfamiliar with the terrain may easily get lost in the dark.

The so-called Yin-Yang Realm is not too far from Zhuoyong City. After flying for less than an hour, Chu Jingtang, riding the Wind Scales, stopped and landed in front of a vast sea of ​​mist that stretched from the sky to the earth.

They landed on a cliff, the area below shrouded in mist, the depth of which was unknown, and the distance ahead was also shrouded in fog.

From the deep, silent, and dark depths of the fog-shrouded sea, a gurgling sound, like the friction of an old door hinge opening and closing, occasionally emanated, sending chills down one's spine. Shi Chun, having activated his right eye's supernatural ability, surveyed this fog-shrouded sea.

Overall, the underworld and other regions within the right eye's ability remained unchanged. The background color, which was the same as the outside world, now had many dense black cracks. The shape of the cracks gave people the feeling of plant roots, and it was hard to tell what they were.

The situation in the fog sea is even more bizarre. This place lacks the background color of the outside world and the underworld. Instead, there are countless large and small black lights and white lights that resemble shadows. They are in pairs, constantly circling and rotating around each other, wandering everywhere. These things are everywhere in the fog sea, bumping and colliding with each other.

When large dark and white lights encounter small dark and white lights, they collide and merge, perhaps more accurately described as devouring each other.

When it gets big enough, the dark and white light will merge together as if they were mixed into a hole, like the yolk and white of an egg being stirred up. It will be sucked into the hole in a swirling motion. When this happens, there will be a chilling, dull "gurgling" sound, like the turning of a door hinge. The sound seems to penetrate into the bones of a person, mysterious and deep.

The white and dark light that Shi Chun observed should be the Yin-Yang power that possesses the power of annihilation in this place. Observing the way the countless dark and white lights operate, they are chaotic and disorderly, constantly being born, constantly merging, and constantly dying. It is indeed difficult to find a certain pattern, at least that's how he sees it for now.

As a result, whether human cultivators or those with a netherworld body, it is difficult to prevent any unforeseen dangers if they venture inside, as they may be suddenly killed at any time.

He figured he might be able to try it out with his right eye's special ability, but he had no living creatures around him and it was inconvenient to conduct tests. He couldn't let Wu Jinliang and Chu Jingtang try it, and he certainly couldn't risk it himself. For the time being, he could only keep his distance.

He cast a spell to probe inside, only to find that the magical fluctuations he tried to probe disappeared completely once they entered the mist, as if swallowed by the darkness, and there was absolutely no probing effect.

"The great master, the great master..."

Seeing Shi Chun staring absentmindedly at the sea of ​​mist, Chu Jingtang called out to him a few times. Wu Jinliang, however, realized that Shi Chun was using his right eye's special ability to observe, so he quickly waved to Chu Jingtang, signaling not to disturb him. Chu Jingtang was taken aback, looking at Shi Chun and then at the sea of ​​mist, wondering what was so interesting about it.

Fortunately, Shi Chun came to his senses upon hearing the sound and belatedly looked at Chu Jingtang and nodded, only to find that Chu Jingtang had already taken out a sandalwood lamp.

Chu Jingtang then pointed to the side and said, "We didn't land in the right spot. There's a high spot over there on the cliff. That's where you should throw the letter. We need to go over there a bit more."

Shi Chun raised his hand to signal to lead the way.

The group then moved about a mile away and found themselves at a much higher elevation than before, feeling like they were on the highest peak of a mountain. However, there were steep cliffs in front of them, and the stone ground under their feet was noticeably slippery, indicating that quite a few people had been here over the years.

Chu Jingtang put away the light in his hand and pointed straight ahead, saying, "About a hundred feet ahead, there is said to be a deep pit, which is where you throw the letter. It is said that Yu Xuanbing will go there from time to time to check and control the force to throw the thing into place, which is considered a successful letter throw."

A hundred feet away, Shi Chun used his right eye's special ability to estimate the distance. He had to admit that his right eye's ability to observe terrain was indeed poor. If the color contrast was not obvious, it felt like he was blind. Therefore, he could not see the terrain of that location clearly.

Chu Jingtang then took out a bill with a face value of ten thousand and handed it over.

Shi Chun immediately did as instructed, took out the four-character letter he had written earlier, took the money handed to him and placed it on a piece of cloth, then bent down and picked up a few stones from the ground, throwing them out in quick succession to test the feel of the throw and see if it would be affected by anything, so as to control the force and distance of the projectile.

While the two people beside him watched him throw the stone, Shi Chun quietly placed two items under the money in the letter: a dead butterfly and a dead beetle, both of which he had casually caught on the grassland outside.

Chu Jingtang understood what he meant by throwing stones and explained, "As long as it's not a living thing, it won't be affected by any power when thrown in, and it won't affect the throwing distance. It's said that there's not even wind inside."

When the two looked at Shi Chun again, they saw him slowly and methodically roll up the cloth covering the letter and the money, finally tying it tightly with a silk thread, and then casting a spell to throw it into the depths of the mist.

After finishing, Shi Chun said, "Alright, let's go back. Now all we have to do is wait for news."

Wu and Chu looked at each other in disbelief. They had thought Shi Chun was just joking. How could something like this be done so casually? They never expected it to actually be done like this. Really? Could it really be that writing those four characters and throwing them in would work?
The two racked their brains but couldn't come up with any way to move Yu Xuanbing with those four words. Who are you? You're not related to him at all. Just because you need something from him doesn't mean he has to listen to you.
If we can really attract Yu Xuanbing, how big will the gap be between our intelligence and that of the Boss?

Wu Jinliang twisted his head back and forth, as if he felt something was wrong with him. He put his hands inside his sleeves and hugged them, looking very conservative as he leaned closer to Shi Chun and asked, "Chuntian, you're not making a fuss, are you? Can just those four words really work?"

Anyone else wouldn't bother to believe it or even ask, but since it was Shi Chun who made the move, he was genuinely a bit unsure.

Chu Jingtang also watched intently, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty, clearly having the same question.

(End of this chapter)