Chapter 132: Chapter 131: Death by Curse?
What Juan said triggered a flash of inspiration in Yu Nianzhao’s mind.
"Who is summoning you? This is truly interesting," Yu Nianzhao murmured to herself.
"Miss, the fryer is boiling, it’s steaming hot."
The Night Patrol Deity returned swiftly, carrying the soul of Chu Wenyao, fried in oil.
After enduring this punishment, Chu Wenyao’s soul was on the brink of death, unable to even speak.
"The fourth evil soul, Jiu, you may consume it," Yu Nianzhao ordered calmly.
Jiu Ying leapt out from behind and swallowed Chu Wenyao’s soul in one gulp.
Those nine massive heads, even the Night Patrol Deity shivered at the sight.
"Lord Jiu Ying indeed descended to the mortal realm with Mr Yan,"
The Night Patrol Deity respectfully bowed to Jiu Ying, knowing that in the underworld, Jiu Ying was known for unparalleled destruction and was someone nobody dared to offend, he only listened to Yu Nianzhao.
[Hmm, the fried souls are indeed tasty, so crispy.]
[The Night Patrol Deity is still as pretentious as ever!]
[But compared to the ostentatious Day Patrol Deity, the Night Patrol Deity seems a bit more normal.]
Jiu Ying swayed its heads, snorting at the Night Patrol Deity, showing little interest.
"How has the underworld been lately?" The last time they met Black and White Impermanence, they did not converse much.
The Night Patrol Deity hesitated, "Everything is relatively normal, but the side effects from past events persist. The underworld is strictly guarded and won’t allow fierce ghosts to escape again."
"What about Mr Yan?"
The Night Patrol Deity’s expression tightened, he stammered, "Mr Yan is out, he’s not been in the underworld recently."
Yu Nianzhao frowned and asked, "He’s out? Where could an old King Yan possibly go? Can it be that he’s walking the mortal realm like me?"
"Well... We as underworld officers have no right to comment on Mr Yan’s matters, nor do we know."
"Strange, where exactly did he go?" Yu Nianzhao found it peculiar, "If he truly wanted to walk the mortal realm, why would he need me to handle this mess? But if not the mortal realm, where else could he have gone?"
"Ahhh---!"
The Daoist’s piercing scream snapped Yu Nianzhao back to reality.
Yu Nianzhao said, "These souls have been harmed and suppressed for many years. You take them back to the underworld for judgment, punish those who deserve it, and send those to reincarnation who should go."
Those fierce ghosts were immensely grateful, "Thank you, my lord, thank you!"
Their nemeses had been obliterated, without even a chance of reincarnation. The Daoist was also on the brink of death, his soul trailing after. Their great revenge had been avenged, and their resentment gradually dissipated. It was time to reincarnate; otherwise, lingering in the mortal realm might cost them their opportunity.
"This guy, send him to the eighteenth level of hell, and give him all the punishment he deserves there," Yu Nianzhao pointed at the Daoist’s soul, giving special instruction.
"Yes, you can rest assured, Mr Yan, I will proceed according to protocol," the Night Patrol Deity used chains to restrain the Daoist’s soul.
The Daoist struggled, "No, my lifespan is not over yet, my senior brother once divined that I would live a long life, you can’t misuse your authority to send me to the underworld."
"Tsk, is there anyone to teach me what to do?" Yu Nianzhao squinted her eyes, and the temperature around dropped several degrees.
The Night Patrol Deity whipped the Daoist, "King Yan calls you to die at the third watch, and you must die. You believe a divination about living to a ripe old age? Haha, serves you right for offending someone you shouldn’t."
"Woo woo... please, I don’t want to die..."
"King Yan, please spare me..."
"If I die, you’ll face problems too. If you intend to walk the mortal realm, my senior brother will surely find you; he won’t spare you."
The Night Patrol Deity, holding a lantern, dragged the Daoist with chains towards the ghost gate, followed by a group of fierce ghosts.
As they neared the ghost gate, knowing rebirth was hopeless, the Daoist threatened in desperation, but to no avail, being dragged into the ghost gate.
After the ghost gate completely disappeared, Yu Nianzhao stood in place, her gaze distant, muttering, "Senior brother? Could he be the next evil soul? If so, I truly look forward to him finding me to settle the score."
Meanwhile, inside the Qingyun Taoist Temple, a soul lamp extinguished.
"Temple Master, the thirteenth junior brother’s soul lamp went out, it seems he’s not coming back alive." A burly man rushed into a room filled with plaques, speaking angrily, "What exactly happened in Shangjing? We’ve lost several generals in a row. These are Taoists our Qingyun Taoist Temple painstakingly cultivated, and even the previous Wang Liang junior brother. Could there be an expert targeting us, intending to dismantle our power bit by bit?"
The person meditating cross-legged on a cushion calmly rolled a Buddhist bead, "No need to worry, Qingyun Taoist Temple won’t be dismantled by ordinary folks. First, deliver this message to Shangjing, let the other disciples find out the mastermind."
"Yes, disciple understands."
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The next day, the news of Chu Wenyao’s sudden death spread.
The Chu Family lost two young members in quick succession, causing panic within the family. They didn’t dare hold a lavish funeral, keeping their doors tightly shut and swallowing their bitterness.
Because of this matter, Luu Shaoqi and Liu Yi specifically sought out Yu Nianzhao.
Luu Shaoqi, with deep eye bags, indicating a lack of sleep, said, "Miss Yu, your fortune telling is remarkably accurate. I just didn’t expect Chu Wenyao to die so soon."
"Indeed, if it weren’t for you dispelling the evil, we’d probably be dead or injured by now," Liu Yi wiped cold sweat, feeling much relief.
"But we came to remind you about something, not just to discuss this issue."
Liu Yi lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously, "Due to family marriage alliances, I heard voices during a commemoration. Many people saw you fortune-telling at the King Yan Temple, and the matter reached the Chu Family and Duke Luu’s ears. Now that Chu Wenyao has suddenly died, they will definitely blame you."
Luu Shaoqi nodded, "Yes, though you’ve been granted marriage, you’re not officially Princess Consort Su yet. If they act against you, it would be disadvantageous, Miss Yu, please be careful."
"You came just to remind me of this?" Yu Nianzhao spoke to them more kindly, "Thank you, but don’t worry, their tricks cannot harm me."
Just as she finished speaking.
Dongfang Chenyuan hurriedly approached, urgently saying, "It’s not good, my princess, Duke Luu has entered the palace to accuse you of cursing Chu Wenyao to death, this issue is likely to cause an uproar."