At the teahouse, Chen Mu lowered his head and pondered the matter of Yin Soul Monsters.
He had spent over a decade in Yunzhou and had encountered Yin Soul Monsters only a limited number of times. A large number had once appeared on Mist Smoke Mountain, but they had been summoned through a blood sacrifice. Yet in the original territory of the Daliang Kingdom, quite a few Yin Soul Monsters existed.
"There are a lot of Yin Soul Monsters in Kangzhou?" He was somewhat worried. Yin Soul Monsters had always left him with an exceedingly bizarre impression, and even now, thinking of them made his heart shudder.
"Yin Soul Monsters? What are those?" Shang Yang looked baffled.
Chen Mu immediately raised his brows. "The ones drawn into the Netherworld by Living Gods aren't Yin Soul Monsters?"
"What I mean are yin souls, the souls of living beings after death, not Yin Soul Monsters." Shang Yang corrected him.
Yin souls? Spirits left behind after living beings died? Weren't those the ghosts of folk legends?
Chen Mu's heart jolted.
"You're saying that all those humanoid black smokes at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness are yin souls formed after living beings die?"
That was entirely different from what he understood.
He had read countless texts and witnessed much life and death, but everything he knew and had experienced told him that the ghosts of legend were merely folk rumors. Most of them were actually the work of Yin Soul Monsters.
And Yin Soul Monsters were a type of Outer Realm Demon, explicitly recorded in ancient texts.
Yet now Shang Yang was saying that living beings became yin souls after death, and could even turn into Yinling after being guided into the Netherworld?
What nonsense!
Though most of the yin souls at