Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

"...According to the Annals of Silla in the Samguk Sagi, before the founding of Silla by Park Hyeok-geese, there was a woman named Yeonyeong in the Jinhan region of southern Korea who found a strange golden egg in the forest. After it hatched, a baby boy was born, who was Park Hyeok-geese."

Hara's cool voice echoed in the round room:

"When the boy grew up, the local tribes elected him as king. At that time, a flock of chickens was crowing in the forest, so the country was named 'Gyerim'. 'Chicken' corresponds to the auspicious image of crowing, and 'forest' refers to the place where the golden egg was found. Thus, 'Gyerim' became another name for Silla."

"Hmm." Cui Shi'an cooperated by feigning sudden realization.

How could he not know these basic historical facts? It's just that this "half-boss" in front of him had obviously just spent half a day researching, and if he didn't let her use her knowledge, he probably wouldn't be able to get any information out of her.

Hera caught a fleeting hint of indifference in his eyes, so she snapped her notebook shut and decided to share her valuable insights.

"These are just background details! The real key is that, because demons were rampant at the time, King Jachung of Silla gathered the most powerful shamans of the time and painstakingly crafted several magical artifacts that could ward off evil and communicate with spirits, which were then used as sacred objects in the royal ancestral temple."

Her gaze fell on the triangular arrowhead that Cui Shi'an had casually placed on the table:

"The one in your hand is one of them."

Cui Shi'an was stunned. These secrets were definitely not something that could be found online. His eyes involuntarily glanced at her laptop.

"This is... your Hell Messenger's internal information?"

Hera didn't answer directly, but subconsciously moved the computer closer to her with her elbow, a small gesture that said it all.

"Ahem," she cleared her throat, forcibly steer the conversation back on track, "In short, this thing is extremely lethal to spirits."

Cui Shi'an immediately recalled her pale-faced avoidance last night and tentatively asked, "What about the messengers of hell?"

"...We messengers of hell are essentially life forms constructed from highly condensed spiritual entities..." Her tone was slightly stiff.

Cui Shi'an's eyes lit up, as if he saw a glimmer of hope: "Does that mean as long as I have it, I won't be afraid of envoys from other districts? I can leave the North City District freely?"

"If you dare use this against the messengers of hell, you'll die a horrible death," Hera said, mercilessly pouring cold water on the idea.

Why?

"The moment you take it out and point it at us, it will be immediately detected. Do you think any messenger would be foolish enough to let you get close?"

As she spoke, she gracefully raised her hand, and the cold, black coffin lid in the distance floated up, twirled nimbly in the air, and then silently fell back to its original position, as if silently demonstrating the chasm between the two sides in terms of power and authority.

She then added, with a hint of mockery and warning:

"Moreover, the messengers of hell are still considered public officials. If you harm a messenger, it's tantamount to provoking the entire system. The higher-ups will inevitably send a higher-level entity to deal with you. At that point, even I won't be able to protect you."

"..."

Cui Shi'an's newly raised hope was extinguished.

But the flames reignited the next second. Why not just launch a sneak attack and assassinate them?

For example, you could lie in wait at a traffic accident scene or a hospital ward, and then suddenly attack the other party while they are guiding their soul? As long as the timing is right, it doesn't seem impossible.

"Hey, don't be so discouraged." Hara, oblivious to his inner thoughts, changed the subject and began to offer him something rosy:

"Anyway, with this, dealing with those earthbound spirits will be much easier from now on, right? Efficiency will double!"

"You actually still want me to continue working for you..." Cui Shi'an said, speechless.

"Double the pay for part-time work!" she tempted.

"...Add a little more, I've really suffered heavy losses this time." Cui Shi'an pulled out his shattered, mangled phone as evidence.

"Oh!" Her eyes widened in surprise.

"I've only been with the company for less than five years. How can I compare to those companies that have budgets of tens or hundreds of years? In a human-run company, I'm just a newbie who's barely finished my internship."

"Alright..." Cui Shi'an sighed, settling for second best, "Can't you at least answer one question for me?"

"explain."

"My sister..." Choi Si-an asked with a glimmer of hope, "Is she in Dongdaemun?"

"No." She denied it directly: "Dongdaemun has been an important hub and gathering place for all the Gyeonggi Province's Hell Messengers since the Joseon Dynasty. It is equivalent to a regional headquarters. There is no need to set up a separate permanent messenger."

Choi Si-an was taken aback, then quickly grasped the key information: "You mean... Dongdaemun is your headquarters?"

"You can understand it this way." She seemed to want to explain further, but couldn't find the words, so she simply reopened her notebook and read the information aloud in a stiff voice:

"The terrain on the east side of the ancient Hanyang city is relatively low and there are no tall mountains to serve as a 'backing mountain.' Mountains are yang and represent qi, but compared to the heavy qi field of Beiyue Mountain to the north and Renwang Mountain to the west, the east side appears empty and thin, with the qi field scattered and not concentrated. In addition, the flow direction of the eastern section of the Han River and the topographical orientation make it easy for the qi to dissipate and difficult to contain, making it impossible to form a stable and prosperous qi. Instead, it naturally tends to 'contract' and 'return to stillness'... Therefore, the entrance to the 'Sanzu River' in ancient times was set up there."

Cui Shi'an understood.

Dongdaemun is not only the headquarters of the Grim Reapers, but there may be even more terrifying beings there. Fortunately, I did not rashly go to look for "Sister" last time, otherwise I would not even know how I died.

"Oh, right," just as Choi Si-an was processing this information, Hara seemed to suddenly remember something extremely important, and her expression became exceptionally serious:

"You must be very careful when using it, especially with living people."

"The living?"

"Never use it to touch the blood of the living," Hera emphasized. "Otherwise, it might leave a mark on your soul."

"Soul imprint? What's that?"

"As the name suggests, it's a mark that's directly imprinted on the soul." Hera's eyes deepened.

"The power of shamanic magic often originates from controlling the three souls and seven spirits of living beings. Otherwise, what materials or methods do you think such ritual implements are made of?"

Upon hearing this, Cui Shi'an subconsciously looked at the arrowhead in his palm. This thing was actually that terrifying.

This reminded him of the human bone ritual implements he had seen at tourist attractions.

It's no wonder this thing can appear in dreams, after all, it's tainted with the aura of a soul...

Um?and many more!

Cui Shi'an suddenly realized that if the past life he dreamed about was a personal experience, did that mean that the arrowhead had once wounded him?

But the arrow in the dream clearly pierced the body of the woman pushing the boat. Could she be Liu Zhimin's past life?

If so, then she must have been dreaming about something while the arrowhead was in her hands!

Otherwise, why would she risk danger to come looking for him late at night?