This yin energy was unlike the female ghost's cold and evil nature; instead, it carried a strong sense of majesty and indifference within its chilling aura.
"You stay in the courtyard, I'll go in and give them the ghost."
With a worried expression, Uncle Nine gave instructions to the others and then went alone to the guest room to retrieve the jar containing the ghost.
He already knew that the group of ghost messengers were already waiting inside the house.
He had already agreed on a price: as long as he used paper money to shut up the ghost messengers, and then captured all the ghosts, they wouldn't pursue the matter of letting the ghosts escape.
As a result of his senior brother, dozens of wandering ghosts were beaten to a pulp, and Uncle Nine was troubled whenever he thought about it.
Lin Yu noticed Uncle Nine's worried expression and, looking at Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng who remained unresponsive, couldn't help but feel sorry for Uncle Nine.
"Senior brother, keep an eye on them, don't let them cause trouble."
Lin Yu suddenly remembered something, told Jia Le to keep an eye on Wen Cai Qiu Sheng, and then ran back to his room.
Then Lin Yu was seen running out, carrying a memorial tablet in his arms.
He happened to run into Uncle Nine, who was carrying a large jar and walking into the house.
"Master, I'll go with you."
Lin Yu quickly grabbed Uncle Nine.
Before Uncle Nine could refuse, he raised the memorial tablet of the True Lord in his arms.
Uncle Nine suddenly realized what was happening and nodded, agreeing to let Lin Yu go in.
The two pushed open the door and saw four expressionless ghost messengers sitting in their seats, coldly looking in their direction.
Upon seeing Uncle Nine, the ghost messengers mumbled something to Uncle Nine in a foreign language.
However, because Lin Yu had learned the Communicating with the Netherworld from the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Transformations, he could also understand the speech of these ghost messengers.
Their gist was. "Lam Ching-ying, when are you going to get everything ready? And have you caught all the ghosts yet?"
Lin Yu's face turned cold after hearing this.
A bunch of lowly ghost messengers dared to address the head of Underworld's bank in the mortal realm by his real name.
"Hmph, as ghost messengers, how dare you speak so disrespectfully to the Underworld officials? Do you want to spend some time in the Tongue-Ripping Hell?"
The Underworld is inherently hierarchical, and with the Maoshan sect having powerful backing, they were being addressed by name by a group of lowly ghost messengers.
This is because Uncle Nine has something on them; otherwise, try it and they'll send you to the Eighteen Levels of Hell in no time.
Lin Yu didn't swallow the mud; he spoke directly in ghost language, which startled the four ghost messengers for a moment. Then, they realized what he meant and instantly became furious.
"Presumptuous!"
Mocking them by a child, the four men's already pale faces now showed signs of darkening.
In an instant, the four ghost messengers were so angry that they grabbed their weapons, ready to teach Lin Yu a lesson.
Although they were just lowly minions in the Underworld, they still had their own pride.
Moreover, in the human world, ordinary mortals would not dare to be his enemy.
Even mortal emperors treat these ghost messengers with utmost respect, yet now they are being scolded by a mere child.
As they spoke, one of the ghost messengers hurled his soul-snatching chain at Lin Yu, wanting to teach this arrogant brat a lesson that ghost messengers were not to be trifled with.
Uncle Nine was startled when he saw the chains swinging towards him, and quickly took out a talisman to block Lin Yu.
At the same time, he regretted bringing Lin Yu in. He hadn't expected his usually amiable disciple to be so headstrong at this moment.
This turn of events caught Uncle Nine completely off guard, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and bear it.
Just as Uncle Nine was secretly wondering if he could withstand the attack.
A silver light suddenly appeared above their heads.
The light formed a barrier, blocking the Soul-Hooking Lock.
Uncle Nine stared in shock at the scene. He had just seen it very clearly; the light was coming from the memorial tablet in Lin Yu's arms.
He never expected that his own disciple would actually manage to persuade the True Lord to intervene.
"You audacious ghost messenger, how dare you attack a mortal without permission!" A voice came from within the silver light.
The ghost messengers were startled by the sound.
Although they didn't know where the voice came from, the accompanying pressure truly landed on their souls.
In an instant, the four ghosts felt that their souls, which had been blessed by the Underworld, were about to dissipate.
The four ghosts quickly looked up and saw that the little brat they looked down on had a divine light shining from between his eyebrows.
Behind them emerged a deity whose form was obscured, yet whose identity was immediately recognizable.
The figure looked at the four ghost messengers with indifferent eyes, as if they were looking at a dying ant.
"Thump thump..."
"Greetings Erlang, the Illustrious Sage and True Lord! I dare not presume to pay my respects."
Upon seeing this, the four ghost messengers knelt upright on the ground, their heads pressed tightly against the ground, their bodies trembling.
Unfortunately, that figure didn't care about your pleas for mercy; it brandished its three-pointed, double-edged sword, ready to slash at the four ghosts.
"Mercy, True Lord!"
The four ghost messengers were so frightened that they hurriedly kowtowed to the figure of the True Lord, fearing that if they were too late, their heads would be taken away.
For minor ghost messengers like them, there are countless ghosts watching them every day in the Underworld.
Not to mention being killed by True Lord Erlang, a powerful deity who governs the heavenly rules.
But no one will seek justice for them; they're dead, and that's it.
So even when their heads were pounded raw, they dared not stop.
"My lord, please show mercy!"
Lin Yu suddenly spoke up, like a savior.
Lin Yu did indeed stop the three-pointed, double-edged sword.
In an instant, the gleaming blade came to rest on the neck of a ghost messenger.
Then, Zhenjun slowly withdrew his weapon and returned to Lin Yu's back, as if to say, "I've got your back."
The ghost messenger, who had narrowly escaped death, touched his neck in disbelief, never expecting to be alive.
However, after this incident, everyone trembled and dared not utter a sound.
Lin Yu sneered and handed the jar that Uncle Nine was holding to the ghost messenger.
"Several of them were killed by my eldest uncle; remember to report this truthfully."
"Furthermore, all the ghosts with blood and energy should be taken to the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Even if they don't die, they'll be skinned alive, so that others will have a better next life."
"Yes, sir!"
The four ghost messengers didn't dare to breathe loudly as they slowly sank the ghost altar to the bottom.
Wait a minute~
At this moment, Lin Yu's soft, melancholic voice rang out again.
"Is there anything else, sir?"
The four ghosts' bodies were already halfway down below.
With a "whoosh," they all sprang out again, kneeling before Lin Yu, awaiting his orders.
"Have you forgotten my master's things?"
Lin Yu rubbed his index finger and thumb together a few times.
The ghost messengers looked at each other in confusion, but the leader was the first to react.
"The little one is muddle-headed"
He hurriedly took out all the paper money he had collected, and then turned around and slapped each of the three confused ghost messengers on the head.
"You blind fool, hand over the money!"
Lin Yu took the paper money from the other party and handed it to Uncle Nine.
After Uncle Nine nodded to confirm that there were no problems, Lin Yu patted the leading ghost messenger on the shoulder.
"Good job, you have a bright future."
The ghost messenger, who had been wearing a mournful expression, suddenly brightened up. This was a big shot! If he could get praise from him, wouldn't there be plenty of benefits to come?
Then, the ghost messenger obsequiously pulled out a token and handed it to Lin Yu.
"Sir, please take this token. If you need anything in the future, just summon me, and I'll be there at your beck and call."