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

"Worry-free..."

Xia Ximo struggled to sit up in bed, but her soul was swaying and her body was gradually becoming unresponsive.

She glanced at the water clock and knew she was out of time.

Ren Fengjue held her hand tightly, unwilling to let go. She turned around and their eyes met. They had a thousand words to say, but only one sentence came out.

"If we ever meet again..."

"I will definitely wait for you..."

Three watchmen's cries echoed from the distant street, signaling the arrival of midnight.

At this point, the soul can no longer cling to the body and completely detach itself...

Mo Gu, in his soul form, turned to look at Ren Fengjue on the bed. He saw that Ren Fengjue was still holding the body and calling out to him, but unfortunately, the other party would never respond again.

She stood there, stunned, a sense of emptiness and an indescribable loneliness welling up inside her.

Outside the door, the Black and White Impermanence led a large number of ghost soldiers and generals to guard the entrance, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Miss Mogu, the time has come. It's time to return to the Underworld with us."

I repeated it three times, but there was still no response.

They exchanged a glance, each took out a soul-hooking lock, and waved to the ghost generals and soldiers behind them.

Just as they were about to force their way in, a red figure slowly emerged from inside the room.

Seeing this, the two soul messengers breathed a sigh of relief and tacitly put away their weapons, splitting up to make way for each other.

"Miss Mogu, please!"

Mo Gu remained silent throughout, simply walking indifferently down the path to the underworld.

A moment later, the cold wind stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moon and sparse stars returned to the night sky. The biting chill in the courtyard subsided, leaving only the damp cold of early spring.

Yan Zhengchu finally broke through the south gate and barged in.

"Xiao Mo!"

[At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name: 202ᴋᴋs.ᴄᴏᴍ]

He shouted desperately and stumbled into the room, only to realize he was too late.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe, a mix of complex emotions surged through him, and he finally couldn't take it anymore and collapsed at the doorway.

Hearing the commotion, Tian Qing rushed in and was terrified to see that the person in Ren Fengjue's arms was lifeless.

"Miss Xia... Miss Xia? What happened?"

Yan Zhengchu mustered up a lot of courage before slowly moving to the bedside. His hands trembled as he touched Xia Ximo's body, but he immediately withdrew them.

"Xiao Mo..."

Immersed in grief, Ren Fengjue suddenly heard the name "Xiao Mo" and couldn't help but look up.

He seemed to realize something and asked in surprise, "Master Yan, what did you just shout?"

Yan Zhengchu knelt by the bed and said, "Young Marquis, I was already dead when I was in the Northern Border. It was Xiao Mo who saved me."

Tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice trembled: "You may not believe it, but just now, it seems I regained memories of my past life. I remembered Mount Ling, and Junior Sister Xiao Mo..."

Ren Fengjue was also startled, but he calmly said, "I believe you."

Yan Zhengchu stared at his face, his lips trembling, and suddenly murmured a name: "Bai Jue?"

Ren Fengjue nodded: "Yes, I already knew that back in the Northern Territory."

Hearing this, Yan Zhengchu felt even more pained. "Then why...why didn't I find out sooner? Why did it have to be at this time? I didn't even get to see her one last time!"

Ren Fengjue glanced at him, but his expression was somewhat blank: "Master Yan, if you don't have these memories, it would be meaningless to tell you."

Yan Zhengchu wept uncontrollably, his heart breaking at the memory of those two calls of "Senior Brother" from the previous night.

At this moment, Ren Fengjue seemed to have made a decision and suddenly asked him, "Master Yan, do you have any way... to get me to the Underworld?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhengchu immediately suppressed his grief, paused, and after a moment, nodded.

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At the end of a road lies the entrance to the underworld.

Mo Gu stopped at this moment and said something.

"I want to see Mr. Jiji."

Behind them, the two messengers of impermanence exchanged another glance, but instead of refusing, they turned around and led the way.

Inside the Ghost King's Palace, the sound of a zither filled the air, accompanied by the "howls of ghosts".

As soon as Mogu entered, he saw Wuyou bound together with zither strings.

Upon seeing Mo Gu, it felt as if it had found a powerful ally and immediately cried out, "Mo Gu, you've finally come to save me! Waaah..."

Mo Gu glanced at it, then turned to look at the Lord of the Underworld sitting before the zither, and said calmly, "Release it. It was my insistence on staying in the mortal realm that has nothing to do with it."

The Earth God remained silent, still playing the zither.

Every time he plucked the strings, the strings binding Wuyou would tighten a little more. Even the formless lamp spirit groaned in pain under such "punishment."

Mo Gu frowned slightly, walked directly to Di Jun, and blocked his hand from playing the zither.

In that instant, the air suddenly turned cold, and the soul messengers outside the palace gates couldn't help but widen their eyes, almost dropping the soul tokens in their hands.

Having lived for so long, this was the first time they had ever seen a ghost so brazenly defiant before the Ghost King…

Although the music stopped, Mo Gu was immediately blasted to the ground by a powerful force.

Worried, Wuyou shouted, "Mogu, are you alright?!"

When the Earth God makes a move, even if a ghost doesn't die, it will be severely injured.

But Mo Gu remained silent, slowly standing up from the ground, his face and eyes as cold as ever.

"If the Earthly Ruler wishes to punish, punish me."

She remained defiant.

The spirit messenger outside the door was once again sweating bullets for her.

The Earthly Lord finally lowered his hand from playing the zither, looked up at her, and said, "Mo Gu, you're really starting to disregard me more and more!"

Mo Gu did not argue, only saying, "The Earth Lord can punish them as he sees fit."

Upon hearing this, the Earth Lord snorted and retorted, "This lamp spirit not only allowed you to squander your yang energy in the mortal realm, but also dared to speak ill of me behind my back. Shouldn't you be punished?"

Mogu remained unmoved: "It was my insistence on staying in the mortal realm that it couldn't stop me from doing. As for its unrestrained speech and offense to the Earthly Lord, it was only on my behalf."

"Therefore, the fault lies entirely with me."

The Earth Lord gave a cold laugh. "I think you think a hundred years of punishment isn't long enough! Want to stay a little longer?"

Mo Gu lowered his eyes, completely unconcerned: "I just don't care about adding another charge."

The Earth Lord was clearly choked.

Wuyou, however, cried and pleaded, "Lord Earthly Lord, please don't punish Mogu anymore! Wuyou is willing to accept the punishment!"

Seeing them singing in unison, the Earth King couldn't help but chuckle: "Well, you're all so loyal and righteous, while I, the king, am cold-blooded and ruthless!"

Wuyou dared not respond, and even dared not mutter to herself anymore.

This is tantamount to tacit agreement.

The Earth God was even more displeased and angrily retorted, "But don't forget, the Underworld has never been a place for sentimentality!"

As she spoke, the blood-red eyes on the Ghost King's mask glared at Mo Gu, but with a flick of her fingers, she took back the Soul-Crossing Lamp, along with the 60% of the soul power that had been given to her earlier.

Mo Gu could certainly sense the loss of soul power, but she didn't care and showed no emotion on her face.

Just then, a voice came from outside the door, "Your Majesty, a living soul has broken into the Underworld!"