"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Horse Face. I have no intention of bringing them back to life. I merely wish to ask them a few questions, and I will return once I am done. I will not make things difficult for you," Shen Luo said.
"Please do not misunderstand, Fellow Daoist Shen. It is not that I am unwilling to take you there. For some reason, the souls of the Chang'an citizens who died yesterday did not enter the Underworld. They were diverted to a place in the Nether Realm called Wuming Ghost City. Many Yin deities and disciples of the Underworld are searching there, but they have yet to find them..." Soul-Snatching Horse-Face said.
"Such a thing happened? Then could I trouble you to take me there so we can search for those citizens' souls together? I have some skill in finding people," Shen Luo said, frowning at the news.
"The entire Underworld is at its wit's end over this matter. Since Fellow Daoist Shen is willing to help, I could not be more pleased." Soul-Snatching Horse-Face rejoiced. With a flip of his hand, he produced a Mourning Staff, chanted an incantation, and slashed through the air.
A vast mass of black qi surged out of nowhere and whirled rapidly around the Mourning Staff. In the blink of an eye, it formed a black vortex in midair.
"Now that all sorts of forces have gathered in Chang'an City, do not wander around. Wait here until I return," Shen Luo told Misu.
"Okay," Misu obediently agreed.
Shen Luo rubbed Misu's head, then leaped into the black vortex with Soul-Snatching Horse-Face.
Black qi churned before his eyes as his body plunged straight downward. Only after quite some time did everything return to normal. He had arrived on a desolate plain in the