"Yin and Yang, lend me a path!" I scattered a handful of ritual salt, and the air ahead warped violently. I found myself in the underworld.
The underworld beneath Little Yi Village was shrouded in hurriedly swirling mist, and I shuddered from head to toe. I summoned Xijun, Song Wanyi, and the others, yet I still felt unsafe.
I had no idea where this terrifying feeling came from. There was probably some danger lurking here.
"Song Wanyi, do you sense anything?" Of the several ghost generals, the only ones I could discuss things with were Song Wanyi and Jiang Han. Xijun was too adorably dense, while the Black-Furred Hou was just a big dog, so there was no way to communicate with it.
"The ghost aura is very comfortable, but it's also very dangerous. We're already far from Dalong County, Master. Look, a Heavenly Gate Mountain even stretches across that way. For Zhou Xuan to have reached this place is simply inconceivable." As Song Wanyi spoke, she swept her eyes over the dense black mist around us. "We can't even see the direction of Yinfeng Town clearly, but Dalong County is visible."
"My lord, are you planning to scout the underworld territory around Yinfeng Town? But this situation is very dangerous. Some ghost beasts might come rushing out, and then we'd be in trouble." Jiang Han warned me.
"Yes. Let's first scout the route to Yinfeng Town through the underworld. The Blood Cloud Coffin above is even more dangerous. If I encounter it, I definitely won't be able to withstand it. I wouldn't even be able to run." The threat posed by the Blood Cloud Coffin was still vivid in my mind. Although I hoped that Grandma was still alive, I couldn't think too idealistically. What if she was gone?