Since all these rules and superstitions are outdated, what's wrong with me indulging in some me

"In that case, thank you both."

Lu Changsheng was unwilling to waste any more words on the two of them. He said this in a flat tone and then stopped looking at the Ghost King and his wife, who were so affectionate in appearance but whose thoughts were hard to fathom.

Dozens of golden talismans were always on his right fingertips.

With his other hand, he grabbed the soul-binding lock that was connected to Cheng Caijun.

Chi Xiao was taken aback, seemingly surprised by Lu Changsheng's decisive departure. Her red lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

But Xuan Yuan gently pressed her shoulder, his deep gaze fixed on the direction Lu Changsheng had quickly disappeared into, and slowly shook his head, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

"Don't provoke him. What's inside him can't be suppressed for long. If he really goes berserk, he won't be able to do it on our turf..."

Lu Changsheng clearly knew Ghost Cry Bay very well. He continued to dive down, holding onto the Soul-Binding Lock, with Cheng Caijun following closely behind.

"Brother, who were those two ghosts just now?"

Cheng Caijun was clearly still shaken by what had just happened.

"The Ghost King and his wife, two of the six great Ghost Kings of the Ghost Realm."

Cheng Caijun was startled and said in disbelief:

"No, I've already encountered two ghost kings, how come they still say I'm lucky?"

Lu Changsheng glanced at him, amused and annoyed at the same time:

"You are indeed lucky. These two are the easiest to talk to among the six Ghost Kings. They usually just like to wander around aimlessly and play pranks."

"If you had encountered the other four, you would probably be dead by now."

"ah?!"

Cheng Caijun felt his heart sink; it was as if he had just escaped death.

"Brother Lu, did you know they were coming all along?"

Cheng Caijun felt something was off; Brother Lu had seemed a bit distracted the whole way.

"Not too stupid," Lu Changsheng said without any intention of avoiding the question. "From the moment I stepped into the Ghost Realm, they will definitely send a Ghost King to follow me."

Cheng Caijun nodded. It seemed that Brother Lu had left a deep psychological scar on the ghost realm.

Also.

He killed 18 ghosts in one go, and he has to be worshipped wherever he goes.

The further he went, the more corpses he saw floating around him. After swimming for about ten minutes, Lu Changsheng slowed down a bit.

Finally, at the bottom of a puddle surrounded by several huge black rocks, Lu Changsheng stopped.

Cheng Caijun followed his gaze and his heart clenched.

In the center of the puddle, on the black sand, lay a male corpse dressed in dark blue clothes.

Unlike other rotting corpses or sleeping ghosts, this body possessed an extremely eerie freshness. Although its skin was pale, it was not excessively swollen or decayed, and the facial features were even clearly visible.

He was an ordinary-looking man in his thirties. His eyes were wide open, frozen in the fear of his last moments before death, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to shout something.

His posture was even more bizarre, kneeling forward with his arms tightly wrapped around his chest, his fingers digging deep into his flesh as if to protect something in his arms.

But on his back, near his heart, his clothes had a fist-sized tear, with charred edges. There was no blood, but you could vaguely see that it was empty inside. It was as if someone had gouged it out.

"Found it."

Lu Changsheng spoke calmly as he slowly approached the corpse.

Cheng Caijun nervously moved closer. Lu Changsheng straightened the corpse, and the place where the corpse had been embracing was now empty.

"The item has been taken."

Lu Changsheng frowned slightly, realizing that this matter was somewhat troublesome.

"What?"

Cheng Caijun was stunned; the thing the messenger had sworn to protect had actually been taken away.

"So what should we do now?"

Lu Changsheng's gaze swept over the messenger, and he said calmly:

"Take this body away first, the employer also needs the body."

Lu Changsheng found a palm-sized, dark yellow oilcloth in his pocket. The oilcloth looked old, but it was exceptionally tough when unfolded. It was covered with fine runes embroidered with silver thread, and the runes shimmered faintly in the water.

Lu Changsheng skillfully spread the oilcloth next to the corpse, then moved the corpse onto the oilcloth and wrapped it up little by little.

Cheng Caijun watched nervously from the side, his temples throbbing, a bad premonition rising in his heart.

"Brother Lu, watch out!"

The moment Cheng Caijun opened his mouth, a sudden change occurred!

The once lifeless messenger corpse suddenly opened its mouth, and a black aura burst forth from it, rushing straight towards Lu Changsheng's face, who was standing inches away.

Lu Changsheng's eyes flashed, his reaction was extremely fast. He had not completely let his guard down, and the moment the corpse's mouth moved slightly, his body had already leaned back.

At the same time, three of the dozens of golden talismans that had been held between his right fingers flew out automatically as if they were alive, instantly intersecting and overlapping in front of him, transforming into an invisible shield of light.

"Sizzle—"

The black mist slammed into the light shield, producing a corrosive sound that pierced eardrums.

The light shield successfully blocked the deadly attack of the black mist, and after a dozen seconds, the black mist gradually dissipated.

The messenger's body seemed to have exhausted its last bit of strength; its previously tense posture suddenly relaxed, and it slowly collapsed onto the oilcloth, its arms hanging limply at its sides.

Cheng Caijun breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling his back soaked in cold sweat, even though he couldn't feel any sweat in the icy water.

Lu Changsheng did not relax. He still held the talisman in his hand and observed the corpse warily for several minutes to make sure there was no further movement.

"That was...?"

Cheng Caijun asked, still shaken.

"He must have gone to a place he shouldn't have, and his body has been tainted by evil spirits," Lu Changsheng explained calmly. "It seems that the place he went to must have been a place of great terror, where even death would leave one's body deeply corrupted."

As Lu Changsheng spoke, he deftly wrapped the corpse up layer by layer.

Soon, a long, thin package appeared on the sandy bottom of the water.

Lu Changsheng picked up the package, glanced around, and said to Cheng Caijun:

"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer."

The two, carrying their belongings, began to ascend rapidly along the same route they had taken. The return journey was much quieter than the way they had come.

When the two of them suddenly broke through the viscous water and breathed in the cold, fishy air of Ghost Cry Bay again, Cheng Caijun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Lu, are we going back now?"

"Well, the matter is settled, it's time to leave."

Lu Changsheng nodded.

"But we didn't get anything, we only brought back a body..."

Cheng Caijun was a little worried that Lu Changsheng would not be able to complete the mission.

"Let's go outside first and talk about it later."

Lu Changsheng carried the body wrapped in oilcloth, and the two of them quickly headed back the way they came.

After walking for about ten minutes, Cheng Caijun noticed that the surrounding gray fog seemed to be thicker than when they arrived.