Chen Shi hesitated for a moment, then agreed.
He was currently a ghost, which made things very inconvenient in the underworld; at any moment, he might be affected by some inexplicable power of the underworld and involuntarily follow those ghosts, not knowing where he would end up. Furthermore, the underworld held numerous dangers, and he indeed needed help. As for running errands for the Eastern Palace, he definitely wouldn't do that.
Peng Ju led the way, and the two of them followed the mountain mist as they walked. They saw that amidst the Yin Mountains, streaks of white fog flowed close to the ground, and on every path, there were people walking along with the drifting mist.
These people were ghosts, muddled and confused, controlled by a mysterious power, tirelessly walking in the same direction.
Peng Ju's wing was injured and he couldn't flap them to fly, so the two of them walked along the edge of the path.
These ghosts were often those who had died unjustly; they would not appear in the Primordial Palace, but instead became wandering ghosts, drawn by the underworld.
Chen Shi suddenly thought of how in his early years he used to go out with his grandpa Chen Yindu to attend the Moon Festival, and he had seen the wandering ghosts of a village that were not drawn by the underworld. In the past, he didn't know the reason, but now he finally figured it out.
The Thirteen Noble Families had seized power in the underworld, fighting a life-or-death battle against the Ten Yama Kings, which led to a dereliction of duty in the underworld's netherworld. Consequently, many wandering ghosts were not ferried into the underworld.
"What kind of place is the Eastern Palace?" Chen Shi asked inquiringly.
Peng Ju said, "The Eastern Palace