The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 65

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He hadn't even finished speaking when Zhou Yu, instinctively, started looking around. He saw that ten meters away, along another winding path, an unknown number of "people" had appeared. Most of them were wearing the clothes they had in life, their deaths having left them with varying degrees of injury. As if attracted by the scent of the living, they all stared at him at once.

Zhou Yu: "..."

No... he wasn't afraid. This scene, if shown off, would be enough to brag about for the rest of his life!

They walked along, tugging at his master's robe, until they reached a grand hall thick with yin energy. The white impermanence showed a sign to the bull-headed and horse-faced guardians standing at the gate and then bent slightly toward Yu Yuan.

"Young friend, I can only bring you this far. Just walk straight ahead, and you'll reach Master Qing's office. Take care."

Yu Yuan nodded silently, leading Zhou Yu in with an air of confidence. Zhou Yu, still keeping his head down like a turtle, didn't dare look up. Yu Yuan couldn't help but laugh. "Didn't you say you were always interested in metaphysics? Now that we're in the underworld, why aren't you taking a good look?"

Zhou Yu was about to cry, "What's metaphysics got to do with the underworld?!"

Yu Yuan clicked her tongue. "You'd better get used to it quickly. Now that you're my disciple, you'll be coming here often."

Zhou Yu: "QWQ"

They reached the end of the small path and found a three-story building. Yu Yuan immediately spotted her junior brother, who was lingering in front of the door. As soon as he saw them, his eyes lit up and he ran over, "Senior sister!"

He stopped about a meter in front of them, took a glance at Zhou Yu, then smiled and pulled out a bagua mirror, clearing his throat. "Congratulations on accepting a disciple, senior sister. This is a welcoming gift for my new nephew. I hope he can help strengthen our Tianyuan Sect."

Zhou Yu didn't expect to receive a gift on this trip. He instinctively reached out to take it but managed to stop himself. Only when he saw Yu Yuan nodding did he respectfully accept the gift from the young man, calling out, "Master uncle."

The young master uncle glanced at him curiously, pointing to the office behind him. "Senior sister, I'll take my junior nephew away. Master is waiting for you in the office."

Yu Yuan nodded and walked into the room. The old man inside was sitting on the boss chair, looking completely disheveled as he scratched his head in front of the things on the desk. Sensing Yu Yuan's arrival, he casually pointed to the chair beside him, as though the ten years of separation between them hadn't even happened.

"Did you bring the ghosts?"

"Yes, I did."

Yu Yuan opened the small bottle in her hand. Inside, the family of three and Zhang Qing stood in the middle of the room, looking confused. "I still have a ghost child and a red vengeful spirit turned into a ghost slave. Once the negative energy on them dissipates, I'll bring them over."

As soon as she said that, a Yin official came in to take the spirits away. When the room was completely empty, just her and her disciple left, Yu Yuan finally found a moment to speak up. "Master, something's wrong with Shan City."

Her master lazily put down the pen in his hand, glancing at his dog-like handwriting on the paper, admiring it for a moment, before finally looking at his little disciple. "If Shan City were normal, you wouldn't be involved."

"Huh?"

The old man pointed outside. "Go see what our place is called."

Yu Yuan went out, and the sign on the top of the three-story building gleamed—"Special Incident Investigation Bureau (Yin Realm Division)."

"See that?" The old man stretched out his legs and propped them up on the desk, his feet swinging idly. "Your master, me, is now the head of this bureau."

Seeing the old man's smug expression, Yu Yuan guessed that this Special Incident Investigation Bureau must be a significant institution in the Yin Realm.

"But what does this have to do with Shan City in the living world?" She asked the question that was on her mind.

The old man replied, "In the past two years, not just Shan City, but many places have had incidents where Yin officials couldn't find the souls of the deceased."

He took out a book, marked with red ink three names and keywords like "car accident" and "family of three," referring to the three ghosts just taken away.

"The Death Register shows that these three's lifespans have already ended, but Yin officials have gone up several times and still couldn't find their souls. What do you think is going on?"

Without hesitation, Yu Yuan answered, "Someone's hiding their location."

She then shared what happened with the little girl and the black rope around her neck. Her master didn't seem surprised, as if he already knew about it.

After a long pause, the old man sighed. His voice full of melancholy, he said, "The current Taoist sect is nothing like it was back in your time... Do you know how many years it's been?"

"Sigh, it's been thirty years since I died." Before she could respond, the old man's gaze turned sentimental. "After all these years, the Taoist sect has long since changed beyond recognition."

"..." Yu Yuan fell silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Master, do you know that I crossed over?"

The old man gazed at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his expression unreadable. "Back then, during your succession ceremony, you suddenly had a heart attack, and your soul disappeared. The entire sect thought you vanished. It wasn't until I was investigating the disappearance of souls today that I saw you."

His eyes gleamed with pride, clearly pleased with Yu Yuan's performance earlier that day. "As expected of the successor I arranged in advance—capable and kind-hearted. Not bad."

Yu Yuan didn't pay much attention to the praise and continued, "Have you made any progress on the disappearance of souls?"

The old man's expression became serious, and he looked at her intently. "What do you think?"

Yu Yuan answered without hesitation, "I think it's the Celestial Masters in the Taoist Sect."

She had been in this world for less than a month, and had already crossed paths with several Celestial Masters. None of them were good people—driven by self-interest, they were quick to perform immoral deeds, wasting their talents on evil practices.

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