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Willow Lane was deserted.

Just standing at the entrance of the alley, you can feel the coolness rushing towards you.

Song Mo was a little nervous.

"Brother Song, I can't breathe!" Renbao said softly in his arms.

Song Mo quickly loosened his grip, his voice slightly unsteady: "Little Celestial Master, are we really going in? Just standing here, I have a bad feeling about it."

Renbao nodded: "Indeed, there are a lot of unclean things in this alley, lots of ghosts."

From Renbao's perspective, even the ghosts were kneeling on the ground, trembling.

They were terrified.

The Little King of Hell is here!

Song Mo couldn't see anything, only feel a chilling aura. He swallowed hard and said, "Okay."

"Brother Song, would you like to see them? Renbao will open your third eye for you," Renbao said.

Song Mo quickly waved his hand.

No, no.

He didn't really want to watch it.

"Brother Song, just wait for me here, I'll go in right away." Renbao noticed his fear and said very considerately.

Song Mo immediately puffed out his chest: "No, I'll go in with you."

Squeak!

As the door opened, a musty smell hit you, mixed with a hint of rotten stench.

Renbao swaggered in, walked to the main hall, and climbed onto the main seat.

"Why are you all crying like ghosts in the middle of the night? You're scaring the living people. That's not allowed!" Renbao said seriously.

Standing next to him, Song Mo couldn't control herself and her legs started to tremble.

He was not afraid to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, nor was he afraid of death; his only fear was ghosts.

A chill ran up his body from the soles of his feet.

"Little Celestial Master, how about I wait for you at the door?" Song Mo said.

Renbao shook her head: "No, Brother Song, the whole room is full of ghosts, you'll step on them if you go over there."

She looked at the ghosts of all shapes and sizes kneeling all over the room and sighed like a little adult.

Song Mo froze.

Just then, Renbao pulled out a talisman and stuffed it into his hand: "I almost forgot, Brother Song, you're a human, not some ghost messenger uncle. With this talisman, you don't need to be afraid. They'll be afraid of you!"

Song Mo instantly felt comfortable all over, and even the intense chill dissipated.

The ghosts trembled like sieves, pushing one after another.

Ultimately, all eyes fell on the oldest of the group, Old Ghost.

"Old Cao, say something."

Renbao looked at the old ghost called Cao Laotou and blinked, "You say it."

"Little Yama," Old Man Cao said respectfully, "we are all from the Northern Frontier. After we die, we have nowhere to go, so we hide in this house in Willow Lane. We have never harmed anyone. Please, Little Yama, see the truth."

Renbao looked at them one by one: "Then why don't you go to the underworld? Only by going to the underworld can you line up to be reincarnated."

"Little Yama, you may not know this, but this house is protected by a magic array. We can't get out, and we can't find the way to the underworld," said Old Man Cao.

Formation?

Renbao pulled out a talisman and muttered incantations, but he couldn't see any formation.

She instinctively wanted to call her Granny Meng.

"Little Yama, I would like to ask you to do me a favor," Old Man Cao suddenly said, interrupting Renbao's summons.

Renbao exclaimed "Ah!" and looked at him: "What grievance do you have?"

Old Cao burst into tears instantly, choking out, "Little Yama, the one who killed me was my unfilial son!"

"Little Yama, I too have been wronged! It was my husband who killed me!"

"Little Yama, I have one too, and the one who caused me to lose him was my closest relative."

Renbao propped her cheek up and opened her eyes to Song Mo: "Brother Song, they say you should write it down."