Cunping Mausoleum, Terrified Screams

A pack of utterly wicked evil ghosts.

They must have been no good when they were alive, either.

Master had said that although this cemetery stood in the world of the living, it was a place where wandering souls dwelled.

It was also a place where the living paid their respects, protected by both yin and yang.

No matter how vicious or evil a spirit was, it would not dare run wild in or around a cemetery.

Of course, nothing was absolute. There had also been cases of vicious ghosts causing trouble within cemeteries.

But such things were almost impossible in large cemeteries. Even if they did happen, they would quickly be suppressed.

That was because the ghosts residing there all possessed yin longevity—"legal ghost citizens."

Daring to casually harm the ghosts in a cemetery, even catching little ghosts at its entrance to boil into soup—

That was no different from human traffickers snatching children at the entrance of a residential complex, then selling them off for organ harvesting.

Lighting a lantern in a latrine—looking for shit.

Both man and god would be enraged. Even if I did not kill them,

once they were caught and brought to the Underworld, they would still be sent to the eighteenth level of hell. After suffering every imaginable torment, they would not even get to be maggots in their next life.

They could only become blades of grass, enduring wind and rain, scorching sun and freezing frost, trampled by countless people without ever being crushed to death.

Every so often, a lawnmower would cut off half their bodies. They would suffer endless trampling and torment...

Once I got that information, I knew where I should send them next.

I had originally planned to use the Soul-Sending Incantation to send them straight down below.