Crying Brothers: The Little Sister We Hate Is Actually a Bigshot - Chapter 227:

Chapter 227: Messenger of Death

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“You mean,” Ji Jing met his gaze and immediately understood his point, “the Netherworld?”

“Yes! They should come to collect the souls!” He Xin’s eyes lit up as he realized they had been talking about Wu Lin stealing the soul-binding locks from the Netherworld, which resulted in creating so many malevolent spirits and harming many innocent souls. But what about the Netherworld? “The Netherworld is responsible for the cycle of reincarnation, and they should be held responsible for losing so many souls!”

Fu Xian was the first to grasp their plan. “Are you suggesting we ask for help from the Netherworld?”

“The world is getting more and more magical,” Xue Meng marveled, his eyes filled with excitement.

“Hmph, you’ve seen too little of it. Those folks from the Netherworld are not easy to deal with. If you want to ask for their help, I suggest you think twice!” Jiang Tao snorted, displaying his usual caustic nature. The bitter feelings he held inside were temporarily held in check by the turmoil in his stomach.

He Xin:…

The Netherworld’s Yin Chi seemed best avoided.

“But anyway, they are the best help we can find now. Yin Chi is supposed to rebind the souls and guide them toward reincarnation… even if they are unwilling, we can use the soul-locking tools to guide them,” Ji Jing contemplated for a moment before decisively saying.

She immediately took action!

Ji Jing swiftly folded a golden paper ingot, set up two high-quality incense sticks, and brought a bowl of clean water.

“Are you ready?” Ji Jing looked upstairs.

Yin Chi’s temper was known to be fierce, and Ji Jing was dealing with them for the first time. Not knowing whether they were friend or foe, she had asked He Xin to take several ordinary people to the second floor and station a large paper effigy at the staircase.

However, the allure of the unknown danger couldn’t prevent people’s curiosity. Three heads soon appeared from the corner of the staircase on the second floor, conveniently aligned against the paper effigy for a comfortable view.

They peered out from the paper effigy’s shoulders, nodding solemnly.

“Ah,” Jiang Tao transformed into his original form and crouched behind Ji Jing, guarding her.

Ji Jing felt relieved and ignited the incense sticks, placing them in the incense holder. The flames flickered and danced.

Then, she took out a special talisman and held it close to the flickering flames. The flames suddenly soared high, and Ji Jing let go. The talisman was quickly consumed by the fire, leaving behind only ashes that slowly drifted into the clear water.

“Ding, dong…”

Just as everyone held their breath in anticipation, a distant sound of metal clanging echoed.

“Come over here!” Jiang Tao raised his body and whispered, “Quick!”

Ji Jing hurriedly retreated several steps and stood next to him.

“Daoist? Why have you summoned me?” A colossal figure slowly manifested from the ashes. “With so many malevolent spirits, what have you done?”

The figure was wearing a tall hat with the words “Black Impermanence” written on it. In one hand, he held a pair of shackles, and in the other, a thick chain that extended all the way to the ground, creating the metallic sound they had heard.

Surprisingly, behind Black Impermanence was a stiff, tongue-lolling woman who had probably just been bound when Ji Jing summoned her.

It looked like they had disrupted the work of the Yin Chi. Ji Jing glanced down with a guilty conscience at Jiang Tao.

He doesn’t care; after all, it’s his job. Jiang Tao responded with an “of course” expression.

Black Impermanence:…

The malevolent aura emanating from Black Impermanence was even more intense than the insane ghosts outside. The three people on the second floor, now hiding behind the paper effigy, could barely make a sound.

Jiang Tao appeared calm, lying on the living room floor. In reality, he had already prepared himself for a leap.

Suppressing the rising unease caused by the intense malevolent aura, Ji Jing stood firm before Black Impermanence. “It’s not something we’ve done, but rather what Wu Lin, along with your Yin Chi, has done.”

Ji Jing briefly explained what had happened. “I hope you can assist in helping these malevolent spirits, guiding them to reincarnation. We’ve already prepared the payment.” She reached for the stack of golden ingots she had previously folded and tossed them into the burning brazier.

“Hiss…” Black Impermanence immediately received the offering Ji Jing presented. He raised his hand and checked. “Good stuff, good stuff!” He then lowered his head to greedily inhale the scent of the incense.. “This Daoist is really generous! I haven’t had such good incense for so many years!”