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Chapter 431 Godhood! Headquarters Arrives! (Please Subscribe)
Inside a top-floor room at the Lijing Hotel.

After listening to Mu Sheng's story, Yang Jian pondered for a long time before speaking:

"According to you, the human skin paper has the ability to predict the future, so how did Fang Jing die at your hands?"

Yang Jian didn't care whether Fang Jing lived or died; he was just a man who was clamoring to kill him.

Even if Mu Sheng didn't kill him, Yang Jian would find an opportunity to get rid of Fang Jing.

What he was more concerned about was how much of what Mu Sheng said was true.
"Didn't I tell you? I am the reincarnation of Yama, the King of Hell!"

Mu Sheng picked up the chilled soda from the coffee table and gulped it down.

"A tiny piece of human skin paper, at most, would be considered a low-level underworld official like Ox-Head or Horse-Face in the underworld."

When have you ever seen even the lowest-ranking imp be able to predict the future of the Lord of the Underworld?

Yang Jian was speechless.

It's not that I simply believed Mu Sheng.

Based on information gathered from Zhou Zheng and from paranormal websites.

There are no mythical figures like the underworld or heaven in this world!

If we're talking about whether Mu Sheng is the reincarnation of Yama, the King of Hell, Yang Jian is more inclined to believe that he was possessed by some kind of ghost.

"What? You don't believe it?"

Mu Sheng could tell what Yang Jian was thinking just by looking at his expression.

"I've questioned Zhou Zheng, and according to headquarters' research on paranormal events, there is currently no evidence to suggest the existence of a hell or Yama!"

Yang Jian's meaning was clear: the headquarters, backed by national power, denied the existence of those mythical legends.

You, Mu Sheng, are just spouting nonsense, claiming to be some kind of Yama, the King of Hell. It's really hard for anyone to believe that.

Does the absence of evidence of existence mean it doesn't exist?

"Does headquarters mean it's not there, and that's all?"

Mu Sheng countered, "How many years has Interpol been around? Isn't it normal that headquarters doesn't know about those ancient secrets?"

"Ah yes yes yes! You are right!"

Yang Jian grabbed a fried dough stick, ate it, and nodded in agreement.

Regardless, Mu Sheng had saved him once, so although Yang Jian still didn't believe it, he was willing to give him a perfunctory answer.

"Hey~ Looks like you won't believe me unless I show you!"

As Mu Sheng spoke, he released his Ghost Domain. A flash of golden light appeared in the hotel room, and Yang Jian entered a Golden Ghost Prison.

In the gloomy and dimly lit ghost prison, many pieces of torn newspaper floated in the air.

Yang Jian stepped onto the leathery ground and looked around at his surroundings with some surprise.

"Where is this? Could this be the underworld you've been talking about?"

A torn piece of newspaper floated past his eyes, and Yang Jian grabbed it without thinking.

It was sticky, smelled fishy, ​​and had clear traces of blood.

Isn't this the newspaper ghost that attacked him just now?

Does Mu Sheng really have a 'underworld' that can imprison vengeful ghosts?
As a living ghost tamer, Yang Jian was certain that this was not the method used by ghost tamers to imprison vengeful spirits.

Could it be that Mu Sheng is right?!
With this question in mind, Yang Jian squatted down again and touched the ground beneath his feet.

Soft, smooth, and with a sebum-like texture, this must be the human skin paper that Mu Sheng was talking about!
"So? Do you believe me now?" Mu Sheng said with a smile, squatting down next to Yang Jian and putting his arm around his shoulder.

"So, how about joining our Underworld?"

"The Underworld is newly established, and we're having a grand opening sale! Everyone who joins will receive a free divine position, which is a great thing that can suppress the resurgence of vengeful ghosts!"

Mu Sheng's tone was full of temptation, like that of a pyramid scheme member trying to recruit new members.

"A divine position? What's that?"

Yang Jian did not answer directly, but instead inquired about the divine position that Mu Sheng had mentioned.

Yesterday, he had already experienced the situation where his body was completely out of control when the vengeful spirit within him revived.

According to Zhou Zheng, it would take anywhere from three to six months for the ghost eye within him to fully revive.

Therefore, compared to the Yama King that Mu Sheng mentioned, Yang Jian was more concerned about a method to suppress the resurgence of evil spirits.

"The story of the divine position is a long one."

Mu Sheng stood up and sat back down, and a chair appeared out of thin air under his buttocks.

At the same time, a table appeared in front of his chair, and opposite the table was another chair.

"Sit down and talk!"

Mu Sheng raised his hand to signal Yang Jian to sit down before continuing:

"Did Zhou Zheng ever tell you that the only known substance in the world that can seal away evil spirits is gold?"

"I've mentioned it before." Yang Jian nodded and said, "Supernatural forces cannot affect gold, so currently, gold artifacts are used worldwide to seal away evil spirits!"

"So, is there a connection between divine positions and gold?"

Yang Jian immediately realized something from Mu Sheng's question.

“That’s right!” Mu Sheng nodded, very satisfied with Yang Jian’s keen insight.

In the original novel, Yang Jian was able to completely resolve the supernatural era, and besides the protagonist's luck, his keen sensitivity to the supernatural was also an important factor.

"But gold can only isolate supernatural forces, so how can it be used to suppress the resurgence of vengeful spirits?" Yang Jian asked again.

The vengeful spirit exists within the body of the spirit tamer; you can't just pour the gold solution into the spirit tamer's body, can you?

Even if the vengeful spirit could be sealed, the spirit tamer would certainly not survive.

"The usual methods definitely won't work, but what about this?"

As Mu Sheng spoke, he reached out and wiped the table.

Complex and mysterious golden runes appeared on the table.

Yang Jian's gaze fell on the golden runes, then his eyes narrowed, and he exclaimed in surprise, "This is... gold?!"

Yang Jian was not surprised by the presence of gold, but by the way these golden runes appeared, which was clearly related to supernatural forces.

But aren't supernatural powers supposed to be unable to affect gold?

"Supernatural powers cannot affect gold, but who told you that I used supernatural powers?"

Mu Sheng leaned back in his chair, looking rather pretentious, and said, "Have you forgotten my identity as the King of Hell?"

"I am a deity, after all, so it's normal for me to possess divine power!"

Yang Jian originally did not believe Mu Sheng's theory of Yama, the King of Hell, but the scene before him forced him to believe it.

"and many more!"

Yang Jian suddenly raised his head and said, "You release the Ghost Domain first, then we'll try somewhere else!"

Yang Jian was somewhat worried that this was an illusion within the Ghost Realm.

"ojbk!"

Mu Sheng snapped his fingers, and the two were instantly back in their hotel room.

Upon returning to reality, Yang Jian activated the power of the Ghost Eye without the slightest hesitation.

One, two, three, four.
Five scarlet ghost eyes opened one after another on Yang Jian's arm.

The power of the vengeful ghost revived within Yang Jian, and he immediately felt his body groaning.

Each time the power of the ghost is used, the vengeful spirit will revive to a greater extent, and its corruption of the ghost tamer will deepen.

When this erosion reaches its limit, that's when the Ghost Tamer will meet their end. "Not enough!"

Not satisfied with having activated five Ghost Eyes, Yang Jian gritted his teeth and activated a sixth Ghost Eye.

His skin cracked open, and beams of blood-red light shot out from Yang Jian's body, forming a blood-red ghost domain in the hotel room.

After doing all this, Yang Jian looked at Mu Sheng, who immediately understood his meaning.

"He has guts; no wonder he's the man I've chosen!"

Mu Sheng gave Yang Jian a thumbs up, raised his hand, and a gold brick appeared in the Crimson Ghost Domain.

Yang Jian used the power of the Ghost Domain to test it and confirmed that it was indeed gold.

His ghostly power couldn't move the gold brick an inch.

Supernatural forces cannot affect gold; this is a universally acknowledged law in the entire supernatural community.

However, the next second, right under Yang Jian's nose, the gold brick gradually melted and deformed, drawing complex and mysterious golden runes.

Unconvinced, Yang Jian continued to use the power of the Ghost Domain to influence the golden runes, but found that he still couldn't budge them at all.

A few minutes later.

Having reached his limit, Yang Jian dispelled the ghost domain and looked at Mu Sheng with some surprise.

"So you really are the reincarnation of Yama, the King of Hell?"

"Does the underworld really exist? What about the Heavenly Court? Do those gods, Buddhas, immortals, and demons also really exist?"

Yang Jian had too many questions he wanted to know.

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?" Mu Sheng shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"Aren't you the reincarnation of Yama, the King of Hell?" Yang Jian asked, his eyes wide.

"I'm a reincarnation, not the King of Hell. I don't know these things. Maybe my memories haven't fully returned yet!"

Mu Sheng said confidently that he simply hadn't finished writing the script yet, and was just making excuses for himself.

Yang Jian was speechless. He had hoped to learn some secrets from Mu Sheng.

"So, how about joining our Underworld?" Mu Sheng brought it up again: "You'll get a divine position!"

Yang Jian was intrigued upon hearing this.

After witnessing that Mu Sheng's manipulation of gold was not supernatural but divine, Yang Jian had become largely convinced that divine positions could suppress the resurgence of evil spirits.

The reason he didn't completely believe it was partly because he hadn't witnessed it firsthand, and partly because of his inherent caution.

"Then what's the price? What's the price of joining the Underworld?"

Yang Jian asked, because he believed in the principle of equivalent exchange, that there is no reward without effort.

The gods of this underworld possess the ability to resolve the resurgence of vengeful spirits, so many spirit tamers on the verge of resurgence would likely be willing to join the underworld to obtain a godhood.

Mu Sheng's repeated invitations couldn't possibly be because he's after his butt, could it?

This guy studies foreign languages ​​every night; he doesn't seem like that kind of person.

"The price?" Mu Sheng thought for a moment and said, "It should be being tied to the underworld, right?"

"After accepting the position of a deity in the underworld, your life will be closely intertwined with that of the underworld."

As the underworld and its ghostly prisons grow stronger, the power of the gods to suppress vengeful spirits will become even greater.

If the underworld suffers severe damage or even destruction, you will also suffer the backlash; at best, vengeful ghosts will resurrect, and at worst, you will lose your life!

"I see!" Yang Jian murmured thoughtfully.

The price wasn't excessive, but entrusting his life to others wasn't in Yang Jian's nature.

"Can other conditions be used instead?"

"It can't be changed. This is related to the principle that divine positions suppress the resurgence of evil spirits. Once you accept a divine position, you will be bound to the underworld."

Mu Sheng shook his head.

Essentially, the principle by which the Golden Ghost Prison suppresses the resurgence of vengeful spirits is the same as that of the headquarters, which uses more vengeful spirits to balance the supernatural power within its body.

However, after being refined by the panel, the Golden Ghost Prison has transformed from a ghost into a god.

Like the haunted bus, and similar ghost paintings and ghost post offices, it can suppress many evil spirits.

Seeing that Yang Jian hesitated, Mu Sheng didn't urge him. Instead, he brought up the important matter he had come to see him about: "Take your time to think about joining the Underworld. I need your help with something!"

"what's up?"

"I want you to help me investigate someone, a ghost tamer named Feng Quan. I need his whereabouts."

"Feng Quan?" Yang Jian asked curiously, "Is there something wrong with this person?"

“No problem, I just want the grave spirit inside him, I need it when upgrading the Underworld Ghost Prison.”

Mu Sheng did not hide his intentions.

Upon hearing that it was intended for upgrading the Underworld's Ghost Prison, Yang Jian said nothing more, only looking at Mu Sheng with a strange gaze.

"Uh, why are you looking at me like that?" Mu Sheng checked his pants with some uncertainty.

The zipper wasn't open either.
"Doesn't the human skin paper have the ability to predict the future? Why don't you use it to predict it?"

Mu Sheng was stunned for a moment.

Yup!

I know the general plot, and I have the human skin paper in my hand, so why don't I just use the human skin paper to deduce Feng Quan's location?
"Damn! How come I didn't think of that?"

Mu Sheng scratched his head in frustration: "It must be from staying up late and indulging in too much sex, which has depleted my kidney essence and damaged my brain!"

"Damn it! These barbarians have never given up their desire to destroy us!"

"You should learn fewer foreign languages, lest you die in a woman's belly one day!" Yang Jian chirped from the side.

For more than two years in high school, Mu Sheng often showed off his brilliant achievements in front of them.

His close classmates often gave Mu Sheng the cold shoulder.

"What do you know, you little virgin?" Mu Sheng glanced at Yang Jian disdainfully. "I'm fighting against the barbarians and upholding our national prestige!"

"Back then, the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded our vast land, and now I will take revenge on the descendants of these barbarians!"

As he spoke, Mu Sheng put on a proud expression, as if he had done something extraordinary.

"What about the classical Chinese teacher? And the piano teacher, the guzheng teacher, the bamboo flute teacher, and so on?"

Yang Jian ruthlessly exposed Mu Sheng's deception.

Mu Sheng immediately became anxious, muttering something under his breath: "The affairs of scholars are not to be trifled with; the enemy is hiding among us," and so on.

The hotel room was filled with Yang Jian's cheerful laughter.

More than an hour later, Mu Sheng saw Yang Jian off from the Lijing Hotel.

Just as he was pondering whether or not to go to the next room and teach the tutors who had embarrassed him a lesson.

There was a knock on the door!

"Boom! Boom!"

Huh? Mu Sheng frowned. If he hadn't been unable to sense any fluctuations in the rules, he would have almost thought it was a ghost knocking on the door outside.

Who is it?!

Mu Sheng shouted towards the door.

"Hello Musheng, I'm Zhao Jianguo from Interpol Headquarters. I have some questions for you regarding the 'knocking ghost' incident at No. 7 Middle School!"

(End of this chapter)