Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

After recounting the events of the past century, Xueyin seemed to have found peace.

She also had the courage to raise her head and meet the gaze of the Lord of the Underworld.

"Han Yuan has made the biggest mistake imaginable, so no matter how the Earth Lord decides his fate, there will be no objection."

The Earth Lord remained silent, but turned to look at the Ink Bone beside him.

"Mo Gu, in your opinion, how should I deal with her?"

Mo Gu snapped out of his reverie, still appearing indifferent.

"I just want to know, what do all these things she's talking about have to do with me?"

The Earth God did not reply immediately. He glanced at Ren Fengjue not far away before saying, "The matter of 'ghosts and gods' that you investigated in Beiding County is related to this wisp of soul."

Mo Gu raised an eyebrow: "Just what is the origin of this wisp of soul?"

He then asked Xueyin, "Where is he now?"

Xueyin lowered her head and whispered, "Even if I told you, you might not be able to do anything to him..."

"He is now extremely powerful in the mortal world, holding a large army. Even the current emperor might not dare to touch him."

Mo Gu understood immediately.

Is this person really Jiang Ting, the Marquis of Zhenbei?

Not far away, Ren Fengjue also heard her words, and his expression was also very complicated.

Jiang Ting, as a founding marquis, had made great contributions.

Although he has been far from Kyoto and stationed in the northern border for so many years, he still holds real power and should not be underestimated.

Most importantly, the current Daqi emphasizes the law, stating that the emperor is subject to the same laws as commoners.

Even if the emperor wanted to punish him, he would have to present various charges against him.

This matter not only concerns both the realms of Yin and Yang, but also involves the politics of the imperial court.

Mo Gu then looked at Di Jun, his eyes filled with undisguised reproach, and asked, "Since Di Jun knew about this matter a hundred years ago, why didn't you send people to continue investigating?"

Before the Earth Lord could speak, Xueyin explained for him: "Because I crossed his name off the Book of Life and Death, the Underworld cannot find any trace of him."

"And apart from me, no one in the world knows whose body that soul is hiding in."

"..."

Mo Gu stared at her, speechless, and could only turn to the Earth Lord, saying, "Earth Lord, shouldn't you tell me now, what exactly is the relationship between this wisp of soul and me?"

The Earth Lord hesitated for a moment before saying, "I can only tell you that your entry into the Nine Nether Hell is related to him."

Mo Gu's expression froze, feeling those words echoing endlessly in his ears...

Although it was a soul, it still gave the illusion that all the blood in its body was rushing upwards instantly.

Although Ren Fengjue was some distance away from her, he could clearly feel the fluctuations in her emotions.

I thought she would suddenly explode, but after a long silence, she only said three words: "I understand."

Then she said to the Earth King, "You can do whatever you want with the ghosts in the Ghost King's Palace. Just give me what's owed to me."

Mo Gu stepped forward, his face devoid of any emotion.

Without saying much, the Earth Lord immediately transferred the promised ten percent of his soul power to her.

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Inside Mingyue Manor, the illusion dissipated.

When everyone opened their eyes again, they had returned to the front courtyard of the villa.

Yu Lang shuddered and said, "That was terrifying! I was almost eaten by a ghost. If it weren't for Master Yan..."

He eagerly began to recount the perilous experience he had just had in the illusion.

Suddenly, he turned his head and saw Ren Fengjue and Xia Ximo.

"Lord Ren, Miss Xia! You two..."

He stepped forward, intending to ask them what had just happened, but his sharp eyes noticed that Xia Ximo's face was pale, as if he had been injured.

Ren Fengjue was supporting her tightly.

"What's wrong, Miss Xia?"

Seeing this, Yu Shaoqing also became anxious.

Ren Fengjue, knowing the situation, hurriedly picked up Xia Ximo and headed towards the villa.

"We'll talk about it later. Let's find a place for Miss Xia to rest first."

No one dared to ask any more questions and immediately followed them to the backyard.

Xia Ximo never expected that after surviving the illusion, the pain in her body would still linger.

The excruciating pain of being stabbed by a longsword was so real and vivid that it made her break out in a cold sweat.

Even though she was in so much pain, she just frowned and didn't utter a sound.

Ren Fengjue placed her on the bed and then dismissed the others.

He stood by the bed for a moment, hesitating as if he were struggling greatly, then suddenly blushed and said to Xia Ximo, "Miss Mo, I'm sorry for the offense!"

As he spoke, he suddenly leaned over...

This action startled Xia Ximo slightly, and she subconsciously resisted him.

"What do you mean?"

"I'd like to... check your injuries."

"..."

"No need," Xia Ximo explained, "The wounds have already disappeared once we're out of the illusion."

Ren Fengjue then remembered the injury on his shoulder and quickly turned around to look at it. Sure enough, the wound was gone.

However, compared to Xia Ximo's sword strike, his injury was definitely minor, and he only felt a slight pain at this moment.

Just by thinking about it, one can imagine how much pain she must be in right now…

"The wound may be gone, but the pain remains..."

Xia Ximo, unusually, didn't deny it: "A little."

Ren Fengjue remained silent for a moment, seemingly trying to think of a solution.

Xia Ximo leaned against the pillow, a wave of drowsiness washing over her, yet her mind was unusually clear.

She said, "Don't worry about me, go out and see if the resort has returned to normal."

"Then...you should get some rest first."

Ren Fengjue noticed the weariness between her brows, so he quickly closed the doors and windows for her before leaving the room.

Silence returned to the room.

But in Xia Ximo's mind, the Earth Lord's words kept echoing: "Your entry into the Nine Netherworld Prison is related to him."

A wisp of soul whose name and identity are unknown.

So, they must have known each other in their previous lives and had a great connection with each other.

Thinking of this, the pain in my wounds intensified.

The wind howled outside, gently tapping against the doors and windows; it seemed the snow really hadn't stopped.

The Soul-Crossing Lamp suddenly trembled at this moment, and Wuyou emerged from it.

It could sense that the person ferrying the soul was in a state of confusion and had been injured, so it quickly asked, "Mo Gu, what exactly happened between you and the young master in the illusion?"

Xia Ximo was too lazy to explain, and only said, "Go and find that soul named Changsheng, I have something to ask him."

Just as Wuyou was about to leave, snow suddenly began to fall inside the room, and then it transformed into the figure of Changsheng, appearing in the guest room.

"No need to look anymore, I'm right here."

Xia Ximo glanced at him and said directly, "Your young lady has already returned to the underworld. She asked me to tell you not to wait for her anymore. If you wish, I can use the Soul-Ferrying Lamp to send you to reincarnation."

Changsheng paused for a moment, then asked in a trembling voice, "Miss... will she die?"

Xia Ximo paused for a moment before saying, "She is not human; she is a 'god' of the underworld, so naturally she cannot die."

"But she made a mistake, and the Lord of the Underworld will punish her."

Changsheng choked up: "I know that Miss has been in pain all these years. Even though she made these mistakes, she has been suffering in her heart. Now, I am actually happy for her."

Xia Ximo was not surprised that he would say such a thing.

She paused for a moment before saying, "It seems that your young lady is your only obsession in this world."

"In that case, set off on your journey in peace."