"Hook Writ?"
Sha Lifei swallowed and looked at Wu Lao Si with awe. "I heard this belongs to the Netherworld officials. You even robbed a Netherworld official? I'm impressed, truly impressed!"
Wu Lao Si froze at that, hurriedly waving his hands. "Hey, don't say things recklessly. My cultivation is only at the second-story level. I don't have the ability, much less the guts."
With that, he quickly shut the box.
It was as though merely looking at it one more time would invite disaster.
Li Yan furrowed his brow. "This thing... is it related to Senior's trouble?"
"It's not trouble..."
Wu Lao Si sighed, his face turning pale.
"It's a debt—the debt I owe the Netherworld!"
Sha LiFei grew even more curious. "Does the Underworld also lend money at high interest?"
Wu Lao Si froze again. He stared at Sha LiFei in disbelief, as though baffled by the thought process of this bald, bearded man.
"Stop butting in!" Li Yan tugged at Sha LiFei, then nodded. "Senior, please continue."
Wu Lao Si shook his head. "This Hook Writ is related to our inheritance."
"Most of us who practice the Underworld Crossing Art worship an Innate Netherworld God. The ancestors of my lineage obtained the Hook Writ, which has been passed down through the generations. We worship the North Yin Fengdu Emperor. Occasionally, we receive orders from the Underworld to capture wanted criminals for the Netherworld officials."
Li Yan frowned. "The Underworld... what is it like?"
"I don't know." Wu Lao Si grimaced. "How could mortals know anything about the Netherworld? Every time I cross over, I can remember nothing beyond the task I have to carry out."
Sha LiFei could not help but interrupt again. "The Netherworld officials need people to help them too?"
Wu Lao Si nodded. "According to