It really was a Haste coming and going in Haste.
Couldn't you at least say a few more words? My head is full of question marks, okay?
I yawned, hastily put on the clothes I was only half-dressed in, and then sat down in front of the Computer.
I need to organize the information.
This is Ling Yi's habit.
When faced with a complex situation where there's no immediate clue, Ling Yi calms himself down.
Whether using a mobile phone or Computer, record everything, including every detail that comes to mind, one by one.
Often, solutions can be found during the process of recording.
At least, after organizing everything, I'll be able to prioritize the tasks that follow.
Recalling his two conversations with his great-grandfather, Ling Yi first confirmed one thing: there was a fight going on in the Underworld, and it looked like a fierce one.
Ling Yi entered several terms that his grandfather had mentioned into a notepad document on his Computer.
The first one is Thought Spirits.
"Thought Spirits" refers to a special kind of being that is created when the Obsession of living people in the mortal world are projected into the Underworld.
Ling Yi didn't know to what extent this Obsession would take to give birth to Thought Spirits.
This Obsession must be incredibly Obsession.
According to my great-grandfather, the Thought Spirits and the entity that gives birth to the Thought Spirits are both independent and related.
Independence means acting independently, without mutual control.
Connection refers to the Karmic Luck between individuals; Thought Spirits are mostly malevolent and initially lack intelligence.
Thought Spirits power is strong, the Karmic Luck associated with that person will increase.
For example, Money Obsession Spirit arising from Obsession with money will increase the person's wealth when the Money Obsession Spirit becomes stronger, and vice versa.
From another perspective, could it be understood that the stronger a person's Obsession is in the real world, the more powerful their initial Thought Spirits will be?
Powerful Thought Spirits can devour each other, making it easier for them to grow stronger, which in turn nourishes their original bodies.
So, the stronger a person's Obsession, the more likely they are to succeed, right?
The second concept is Merit.
Ling Yi understands the concept of Merit, Ling Yi doesn't understand is the conversion ratio within it.
To give a simple example, if I find 100 yuan on the street and give it to the owner, how many Merit Points will I get? And how many Merit Points will I get if I give it to the inspector?
Or, if I don't give it to anyone and use it secretly, will I lose Merit?
Why do good deeds and expect something in return? Why not?
If people do good deeds without expecting anything in return, then gradually no one will do good deeds anymore.
If you don't ask for anything in return, those who are helped will take it for granted, and those who do good deeds will feel disheartened.
After all, there are always some people who have no moral bottom line.
Ling Yi still remembered the incident a while ago when a tattooed young man saved a child who had fallen into the water.
The keyboard warriors, public intellectuals, and media people online don't mention a word about the rescue; they just focus on the tattoos on the person's body.
So what if someone has tattoos? There were so many people on the shore who didn't have tattoos, dressed respectably, and none of them went down to save them.
Just ask me this: if you were that young man, after being cyberbullied like this, would you still lend a hand to someone in need the next time you encounter them? Would you dare to do so?
People's hearts are warmed, not cooled.
However, if Merit can be quantified and clearly presented to everyone, then doing good deeds will bring Merit, and with Merit, one can accumulate Karmic Luck, and everything will go smoothly and one's wishes will come true.
Do you see many people doing good deeds?
A lawyer once said, "I do not seek Merit in my heart, but in Merit body."
It means that you can do good deeds with a purpose, such as when certain celebrities donate money, how many of them are truly sincere for the sake of charity?
Isn't the goal simply to increase traffic, exposure, and brand awareness?
But for those who received help, regardless of your motives, the fact that they genuinely received assistance is enough.
Therefore, regarding the Merit mentioned by his grandfather, Ling Yi needed to know two things: one was how to quantify and convert Merit, and the other was what the purpose of Merit actually was.
It's not about how useful it is to oneself, but how useful it is to ordinary people.
The third concept is Karma.
Like Merit, Ling Yi could also roughly understand the concept of Karma.
The old man said that you shouldn't use the money you find casually, Central City Karma behind it.
See, there's a problem with this statement, or rather, Ling Yi didn't understand it.
Why can't you use money you find? What's the Karma? At best, it brings a string of bad luck; at worst, it leads to death or even extinction.
Grandpa's words were too serious, making Ling Yi feel extremely uncomfortable.
Although he has had a lot of bad luck since he was a child, he has also found money before, the most he ever found was fifty.
I don't understand. I'll have to ask my great-grandfather about this next time.
Ling Yi bolded and underlined the words " Karma," highlighting them as important.
Just as Ling Yi was busy at his Computer, a red sports car passed through the toll station in Red City City and headed towards Ling Yi's funeral shop.
The driver was a girl with a brush-shaped hairstyle, a slightly chubby baby face, and headlights that were noticeably out of place, wearing a blue dress.
In the passenger seat was a tall, slender girl with long, flowing hair, dressed in a white dress.
Both of them looked to be around twenty years old, and were very youthful and beautiful.
"Ah, we're finally almost there! I'm exhausted! Sister Qingyun, I want compensation!" the girl with the brush-shaped haircut exclaimed, feigning a distressed expression.
"Two boxes of Dadas!" the girl called Qingyun replied calmly.
"Only two boxes? Sister Qingyun, you're being too stingy!"
"Just two boxes. Your monthly pass is about to expire, so try to avoid cold drinks for a while."
"Oh, is that so? Hehe, does that mean your monthly pass is about to expire?"
The long-haired girl rolled her eyes and didn't say anything.
Her name is Fu Qingyun, and she is the daughter of Fu Wanhai, a real estate tycoon in Dafeng City.
The reason it's Red City City is because of two strange dreams I had starting the night before last.
The first dream was about her great-grandmother, who had passed away fifteen years ago. In the dream, her great-grandmother told her that the Underworld was being invaded and that the spirits of the dead in the Underworld were fighting against the invading monsters.
She needs her great-granddaughter to make her some weapons so she can fight those invading monsters.
As a member of the Ninth Religion, Fu Qingyun originally did not believe in this.
But the dream was so real, so real, that she still remembers everything from it.
My great-grandmother's appearance, in particular, was incredibly clear in my dream.
You should know that she was only four years old when her great-grandmother passed away. So many years have passed, and there aren't many photos of her great-grandmother in the family.
Her memories of her great-grandmother were already blurred.
But my great-grandmother in my dream was so vivid, so vivid that it didn't seem like a dream at all.
She can still remember what her great-grandmother looked like in her dream, and every word her great-grandmother said in the dream.
She especially couldn't forget her great-grandmother's birth date and time.
This is really too strange.
Although I have many doubts, I'd rather believe it exists than not.
Fu Qingyun still found so-called professionals to burn more than a dozen paper guns for his great-grandmother.
The process was similar to Ling Yi's; the grandmother's birth date and time were written on the paper toy gun.
But last night she dreamed of her great-grandmother again.
However, Grandma's condition was clearly not good last night; the most obvious Changes was that her body looked a bit pale.
Her great-grandmother told her that contacting her relatives in the He Yang world would require consuming a large amount of soul energy.
With her current soul power, this is the last time she will appear in her Dream Visitation.
Her great-grandmother told her that the pistol Fu Qingyun burned for her was not only of very poor quality, often jamming, but also had very low durability, lasting only ten shots.
Moreover, pistols aren't powerful enough; you need high-powered weapons.
Grandma also said that the people she found were no good, their paper-crafting skills were terrible.
So, the great-grandmother told Fu Qingyun the location of the Nether Domain Funeral Shop, and repeatedly emphasized that only the owner of this funeral shop could make weapons that met the required standards.
Fu Qingyun simply couldn't believe such an outrageous thing.
But everything in the dream felt so real that she had no choice but to believe it.
Whether it was true or not, even the address of the Nether Domain Funeral Shop was accurately given to her by the grandmother.
But she didn't tell anyone about this, not even her best friend Bai Xiaoyao.
I simply told her that I was coming to Red City City to see a friend.
Bai Xiaoyao is the girl with the brush-hair hair who's driving.
The reason she asked Bai Xiaoyao to come along was that she herself couldn't drive and needed a Siji.
Another reason is that Fu Qingyun himself is a little scared.
After all, the thought of a funeral parlor dealing with the dead and spirits is enough to give anyone the creeps.
Fortunately, Dafeng City and Red City City are not far apart.
The two set off at six in the morning, and it's only seven-thirty now.
We should arrive in about ten minutes.
However, she overlooked the traffic congestion at that moment. What should have been a ten-minute drive turned into an hour-long traffic jam.
"Sis, if we don't get there soon, I feel like I'm going to die."
Bai Xiaoyao swayed as she got out of the car, clutching her chest as if she were about to die.
"Stop Hundred Flavors House is powerful enough, isn't it?" Fu Qingyun laughed.
"Wow, so generous! We definitely need to be fully Resurrection!" Bai Xiaoyao clapped her hands happily.
Hundred Flavors House, several familiar dish names immediately popped into Bai Xiaoyao's mind.
Old Tang, braised fish in a pressure cooker, grilled octopus tentacles, braised goose in an iron pot...
"Slurp!" Bai Xiaoyao involuntarily swallowed, which made Fu Qingyun laugh.
" The Five Nine Department Store, West Entrance Alley, is it really real?"
The shock Fu Qingyun felt at that moment can be imagined.
She had never been here before, and had never even heard of this place. She found it entirely based on the information her great-grandmother gave her in her dream.
At this moment, Fu Qingyun believed eight-tenths of what had happened in his dream.
However, my doubts only grew stronger.
The Underworld, the dead, invasion, monsters—this is like reading a novel, it's so unrealistic.
"Sis, who exactly are your friends? How come they live in a place like this?"
Bai Xiaoyao looked at the somewhat old department store and the alleyway with its blue bricks and tiles, her mind filled with questions.
It's important to know that Fu Qingyun is the richest man in Dafeng City, and also the seventh richest man in the Ancient Country, the daughter of Fu Wanhai, a super-rich man.
The people I usually come into contact with are all people of considerable status.
I've never heard of Fu Qingyun having friends living here?
Bai Xiaoyao didn't mean to look down on her; she was just full of doubts.
The key issue is, Fu Qingyun doesn't have any friends besides himself, does he?
Although both of them came from prominent families, they disliked those so-called second and third-generation rich kids.
They were all quite young, yet they all put on a sanctimonious facade. Despite their Xiaoxiao age, they were already Proficiency all sorts of social skills and were incredibly adept at scheming and plotting.
In Bai Xiaoyao's own words, these people, at Xiaoxiao age, have already learned to live with masks on; it's exhausting.
"I don't know either!" Fu Qingyun shook his head and said in a cold voice.
"Huh? Are you kidding me?"
"Let's go, we'll know when we meet."
Fu Qingyun took a deep breath and strode towards West Entrance Alley.