The two figures that appeared in Qin Sheng's room looked bizarre. The instant they arrived, a sinister chill filled the space, and the temperature plunged.
Qin Sheng could tell at a glance that neither of them was human.
The one in white was tall and thin, with a deathly pale face. He wore a roughly conical white official's hat bearing the words "Wealth at first sight." A feather fan rested in his left hand, while a soul-hooking cord wound around his right arm.
The one in black was broad and stout, with a fierce face. His pitch-black official's hat bore the words "Peace under heaven." He held a mourning staff in his right hand, while iron chains and shackles wound around his left arm.
Those two faces, combined with the fact that this world really did have an Underworld, immediately brought Black and White Impermanence to Qin Sheng's mind.
Just now, White Impermanence had waved his right arm at Qin Sheng, and Qin Sheng's soul had been hooked out of his body.
Whoosh!
White Impermanence lightly waved his feather fan again. A cold wind blew over, carrying a power that could muddle a person's soul and leave them unable to think.
Qin Sheng was merely a weak, pitiful, helpless little Houtian Realm cultivator. How could he possibly resist these two ghostly deities? And so everything proceeded exactly as Black and White Impermanence expected, without a single mishap.
Rest assured, Black and White Impermanence. You've successfully brought me under control!
"Eighth Master, something's wrong. This Qin Sheng isn't dead. Have we made a mistake?" White Impermanence asked in puzzlement, wondering whether there had been an error in their work.
"He looks perfectly fine to me. Strong and healthy, with no illness or calamity, just a few cultivation injuries. Even if he