The City God wore an amused expression. His gaze swept over all the ghosts present, and he shook his head slightly.
"An Immortal Dao master said earlier that he needed a soul to carry out a task. Success would earn that soul a chance at reincarnation. But every one of you is unfit. Hah! Sending you would likely ruin everything!"
Over this period, Yi Shuyuan had also communicated with the underworld authorities through the roaming gods.
Yi Shuyuan had originally intended for Jia Yuntong to undertake that rather dangerous task, but to the City God now, asking these souls before him to protect Little Stone on the river crossing seemed rather unrealistic.
Still, however little he thought of these ghosts, he had to carry out what he had agreed upon with Yi Shuyuan.
With this thought, the old City God gave Jia Yuntong a few more looks. Strong desires were better than numbness. Perhaps thirty years of flogging would make him a little more solid. As for the chance at reincarnation, success would indeed earn him one-though he might not be reborn as a human.
Yi Shuyuan's face flashed through Jia Yuntong's mind. Remembering some of the things Yi Shuyuan had said in the prison cell, he found courage from somewhere and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.
"It's Mr. Yi! It's Mr. Yi, isn't it? Lord City God, that immortal must be Mr. Yi!"
Every god and ghost present turned toward Jia Yuntong, and the corners of the City God's mouth spread slightly.
"And what if it is? Mr. Yi did mention your name, but you have only yourself to blame for falling short. A wretched soul like you cannot even hold its form steady. How could you cross the River of Forgetfulness? Your never finding release