s idea popped into my head, I saw him pull out the headphone jack, and a powerful, thundering chorus of Buddhist chants immediately filled his phone."Oh, it was recorded on your phone all along!""Litt..."This is a... soul burial ground... you must leave quickly..." The old witch croaked, trembling.

Soul Burial Grounds

Where is this place I've never heard of such a place before.

I turned to look at my brother, he shrugged, obviously clueless about what the Soul Burial Ground was for.

The old woman should have been sent here after that nursing home was closed.

She was rambling and should be considered mentally ill.

Actually, it's quite pitiful. Almost everyone in our circle seems to have five misfortunes and three deficiencies in their fate.

"Five shortcomings refer to: widowhood, orphanhood, loneliness, poverty, and decrepitude. Three lacks refer to: money, life, and power. There is also another three shortcomings: family affection, friendship, and love."

All things have cause and effect, the world has its own laws of operation. Those who peek into the heavens, no matter how careful they are, will change the order of things. Therefore, heaven will punish such people.

So none of us have complete horoscopes, but that's nothing. Most people in this industry tend to look past these things.

It used to be said that blind people are the most accurate fortune tellers because they have already "committed a crime" (meaning they have nothing left to lose), are brave, and dare to speak their minds about many things.

Of course, the premise is that one is truly blind. Nowadays, many blind people who claim to be fortune tellers are fake.

In my family's case, my parents finally got together, but then my mother passed away. My father became a widower and was also badly harmed by the Blood-Faced Ghost King. On top of that, he spent a fortune to get better.

Our family ties have grown distant, and I don't have many friends. As for love, well, it seems like I'm the only one in my circle who can even speak the word.

This old witch's peach wood beads, each one represents a time she has walked the path of the underworld. This string wrapped around her thin wrist shows how "brilliant" she once was, but now she is in a sorry state.

There's no way around it. People just focus on surviving, they don't think about the future or old age. They have to do whatever it takes to live.

In her youth, times were tough. She was a cunning person, she couldn't possibly be unaware of karma. Perhaps she had long predicted that in her old age, she could only live one day at a time.

When I got home, I asked my dad what "soul burial field" meant. My dad also looked confused: "Where did you hear this word"

"As a shady witch said."

"That's strange, the witch always avoids the crucial points in her speeches. Why is she suddenly so direct and to the point" My dad remarked with a shake of his head.

"What exactly is the Soul Burial Field" I pressed.

"I don't know either, listening to this, it probably is a place where souls are sent" My dad put on his headphones and huddled behind the counter playing LOL.

This old geezer, he's over forty and still addicted to games! Blood ties are truly terrifying, my brother is also hooked on the poison of King Glory.

I got back a little late. Jiang Qiyun was already in the room. Seeing his furrowed brows, I immediately grabbed my nightgown and ran to the bathroom—

“Why are you running!” he shouted. “Does closing the door even matter!”

It's no use.

He walked straight in, and I hid behind the curtains, taking off my clothes while saying, "I want to see if Xu Yaqi has been separated from her soul... It doesn't seem dangerous there during the day."

"No danger What's that smell on you So many chaotic ghostly energies!" Jiang Qiyun frowned and asked.

"Really! It looked sunny and bright there during the day, but a witch told me it was…a soul burial ground What's a soul burial ground"

Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly: "Let's talk about it later, go take a shower first."

This guy told me to hurry up and take a shower, but he's standing right here. How am I supposed to get ready quickly

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"Mu Xiaoqiao, don't even think about dealing with Situ Lin yourself. You're nowhere near his level in terms of cultivation or intelligence." Jiang Qiyun coldly reprimanded me.

"...I felt like there wasn't much danger during the day, so I went."

"I can't be with you all day. I have to stay in the Underworld, as I cannot miss a single day of managing the cycle of reincarnation. I can only leave after sealing the entire day's events with divine seals. This job is very troublesome... If you want to go somewhere, you can wait for me at night."

Shouldn't we go later Humans sleep at night…

Jiang Qiyun listened to my account of today's events, his brows furrowing in displeasure. "You saw the scene of that doctor having sex with a patient" he asked.

I shook my head quickly, "He was wearing a white coat, I didn't see anything!"

"Humph!"

“I saw him with his whites of his eyes rolled up and drool dripping from his chin in the mirror. That’s not normal… But when he talked to us later, he acted like a normal person. My brother said, ‘Maybe it’s like Widow Lane, where someone uses this kind of desire to control lost souls…’”

The dead spirits have a morbid obsession with the living, longing for their lost bodies. They often linger in the human world, being manipulated and kept as pets by some wicked sorcerers.

“But that hag said it was a soul burial ground. I’ve never heard such a thing…” I looked up at Jiang Qiyun, hoping the Lord Emperor would enlighten me.

Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly. He didn't seem to have heard this before: "Generally speaking, if it's a benevolent return of the soul to the underworld, it should be superseding, not using the word 'burial'. The soul dying again means turning to dust..."

" ...So this hospital, is it a place where ghosts are wiped out What's the point of doing that"

Jiang Qiyun shook his head. "Do you remember the pagoda in your grandfather's hands The one that housed your grandmother's soul, able to absorb Yin and spiritual energy, making her appear lifelike."

"Remember."

Spirits are generally lost and confused, or gradually become *distorted* due to obsessions, twisting them into eerie or even malevolent beings. However, my great-grandmother remained as serene and graceful as ever, her eyes sparkling with life. Every smile and glance was identical to when she was alive.

That tower is an object that flows out of the underworld. In the mortal realm, it can be considered a divine artifact capable of nurturing souls. If your grandfather has malicious intentions, that tower can refine souls to turn your grandmother into a ghost or god, similar to those who practice necromancy. They are all unorthodox cultivation methods.

"So...Soul Burial Grounds is a place of torment"

"Just a guess, I'll have the City God send someone to investigate. We can go again tomorrow night... With Si Tu Lin missing and that Taoist priest held captive by a spirit, there must still be an evil ghost hiding inside a living person... Based on Si Tu Lin's habits, this ghost is also using soul transference to inhabit a living being, making it hard to find."

Jiang Qiyun reached out and brushed the hair from my nape, gently planting a kiss on my neck: "Arrange it tomorrow to go again... After this, don't go out alone."

"Hmm..."

Actually, I also wanted to say that there was Miss Lin and four bodyguards, but in Jiang Qiyun's eyes, none of them were useful.

It wasn't until the night of the second day that I understood what he meant by "making arrangements" —

>tween. I really wanted to know what he was thinking deep down, but he was very tight-lipped and hardly ever told me anything.Occasionally, a few words slip out. Though brief, they linger in my thought...