Chapter 1405

Ling Hong's resentment gradually faded, her expression became dazed and at a loss.

Revenge taken…… then what?

Ling Hong slowly raised her head, gazing at Ying Wu Shu and Jin Chen, who had not stopped her from taking revenge.

Ying Wu Shu said gently: "I pity the suffering you endured, but I cannot absolve your crimes."

You will be sent to Hell for judgment.

At this moment, Ying Wu Shu's earlier indifference turned into compassion, yet he remained calm.

Hell……

When a person dies, they indeed go to Hell.

Ling Hong gave a bitter smile, walked a few steps toward them, and gradually became the loveliest version of herself before death.

Clean and pretty, not stained by any impurity, with slightly heavy bangs covering her eyes, she appeared somewhat insecure.

Jin Chen glanced at her a few times, then bit his finger to draw a sigil.

With his blood‑stained fingertip he traced a yin‑yang symbol in the air.

Open the Ghost Gate, summon the netherworld officials.

Northern Emperor Imperial Historian, Fengdu Great Hero, Profound Dark Commander, Supreme Lord of the Great Demon…… I command the gods: rise to Heaven's Gate, swiftly sever desire, descend to my altar, hurry as the law commands!

The Ghost Domain trembled, black mist spreading.

A gust of freezing yin qi swept in from the north, the sound of heavy iron chains ringing—it was the Ghost‑Arresting Envoy, an imperial historian serving the Northern Ghost Emperor.

The Ghost‑Arresting Envoy was tall and thin, his wind‑less fluttering uniform bearing a bloody "Imperial" character on the chest, and he gripped an iron chain in his hand.

Only Jin Chen, Ying Wu Shu, and the about‑to‑be‑taken‑away Ling Hong could see it.

Greetings, Young Master of the Jin Sect.

The Ghost‑Arresting Envoy raised his thin, skeletal arm, neither humble nor arrogant; Jin Chen nodded, "Thank you for your trouble."

Then the Ghost‑Arresting Envoy turned to Ying Wu Shu and bowed, saying, "Greetings, young official."

Ying Wu Shu first froze, his mind racing through several thoughts in just a few seconds.

First, he disliked that form of address.

Second, Pure Spirit Crossing and the Underworld seemed not to be cooperating.

Finally, Ying Wu Shu suspected the old master.

No way—did Grandfather really become an underworld official?

The Ghost‑Arresting Envoy slightly bowed: "I hold the rank of Grand Tutor under the Northern Ghost Emperor, in charge of the punishment records."

Quite the companion, indeed.

Ying Wu Shu hurriedly said: "Please tell Grandfather, when you return, to… take care of his health in the netherworld as well."

Ying Wu Shu hesitated a bit—since they were already ghosts, drinking a little more probably wouldn't cause trouble.

How nice, still able to hear news of Grandfather.

The heavy worries weighing on his heart finally dispersed.

【Villain Blackening Value detected –15! Accumulated 5!】

Jin Chen silently took Ying Wu Shu's hand, offering quiet comfort.

Ying Wu Shu looked back at him, shifting slightly to the side.

"Yes."

Ghost-binding Envoy straightened up, tossing a chain at the quiet Ling Hong, instantly binding his limbs.

"Resentful Ghost Ling Hong, let's go!"

As the Ghost Gate closed, the black mist dissipated.

The Ghost Domain produced by Ling Hong's yin qi also collapsed with a bang.

Jin Chen led several people back to the top floor; outside the floor-to-ceiling window the sunlight was just right, but inside the hall many corpses lay sprawled.

Jin Chen: "Still quite spectacular."

Ying Wu Shu, head aching, held his forehead: "Now we'll have to trouble those officers again."

"Ugh..." Dujuan could no longer hold back, turned and retched against the wall, then suddenly fainted.

The principal also felt like fainting.

So many lives!

The three crows looked at each other, clutching their chests to calm down; we're not playing anymore—never again will we play those supernatural games!

"Wu Shu! Are you in there?"

Lu Qiu knocked on the door, rap rap rap: "I've already called the police, how many bodies?"

Although I don't know the full story, based on past experience, there definitely are corpses!

Ying Wu Shu silently opened the door, "Quite a few."

Lu Qiu glanced over, eyes wide.

"... Mom."

No wonder it got dark! So lively!

——

Afterwards, the school completely reformed its ethos, and the police cooperating with Pure Spirit Crossing also gave special attention to this matter, carrying out anti-bullying campaigns at various universities for a while.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the Pure Spirit Crossing four-person team.

After many days, inside Pure Spirit Crossing there were constant comings and goings; occasionally handling a few ghost fights requesting Ying Wu Shu to adjudicate, also counted as peaceful.

Jin Chen easily killed those few heretical cultivators in the original plot who would have ruined the whole story, and he occasionally cultivated feelings with Ying Wu Shu, who hadn't yet decided whether to take things further.

Another day, deep autumn was ending; outside Pure Spirit Crossing, few leaves remained, most were just withered branches.

The cold wind was bleak; Ling Gun Gun played outside, chasing after a newly found good friend.

The good friend is the cow-patterned cat from the opposite antique shop; they've basically gone crazy together.

Gu Cun and Luo Qiu, after this period of devil training, have come many steps closer to no longer being half-baked, and they set out on a business trip to deliver the museum's cultural relics exhibition.

"Ao!"

Ling Gun Gun ran back, shook off the dead leaves and twigs from its white fur, and leapt fiercely onto Jin Chen's shoulder.

【Host, someone's coming.】

Jin Chen put down his brush; Ying Wu Shu, who was practicing talisman drawing nearby, looked puzzled and was about to ask when he heard several footsteps approaching.

"Young Master."

They are from Jin Men.

"Come in." Jin Chen lazily shifted his posture, propping his head with his hand, almost leaning onto Ying Wu Shu.

Then five men carrying wooden boxes entered, all solemn, like walking blocks of ice.

"This is the secret manual and magical treasure you wanted."

The leading bearded man set down the wooden box, then respectfully clasped his fists toward Ying Wu Shu, saying, "Boss Ling Qing Du, I pay my respects."

Ying Wu Shu rose and nodded politely, looking at the five stacked wooden boxes with surprise, and said to Jin Chen, "Really? That many?"

"These are more advanced than what I taught before; once you master them, you can go take the Celestial Master's Register exam."

Jin Chen explained gently, then glanced at the five people still standing stiffly in the shop.

"How about I drive you back?"

Bearded man: "Young Master, aren't you going back yet?"

Jin Chen lowered his eyes, pressed his fingertips together in calculation, and said softly, "After a while."

"Remember to close the door when you go out."

"......"

The bearded man could only bring this answer back to report.

The main gate closed; Ling Gun Gun shook its head, jumped down, and, with its newly learned elegant cat step, leapt out the window to play.

Ying Wu Shu shuffled up to a stand and stared at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen felt a bit dazed by his wife's sudden stare, and thought about it.

"If you don't want to study, you can relax for a while."

"It's not because of that."

Ying Wu Shu's tone was low, lowering his brows and eyes as he asked, "Do you really have to go back?"

Jin Chen's brow twitched slightly, then he lazily leaned back against the counter and nodded.

"Yes."

"But..."

Ying Wu Shu bit the tip of his tongue, and anxiety surfaced in his usual calm, steady eyes.

"But you promised to teach me all sixty-four talismans, and I've only learned the thirtieth."

Ying Wu Shu inexplicably launched into a nagging mode, gazing at Jin Chen's softened brows and eyes, and continued speaking.

"I haven't completed my apprenticeship, and I don't like learning from books on my own; you promised, so are you going back on your word?"

It seems every sentence is a plea to stay, yet the main point isn't mentioned.

Ying Wu Shu's unsaid words tangled in his throat, contradictions intertwined, hard to speak out.

"Anything else?" Jin Chen asked softly, tenderness hidden in his deep eyes, and added, "Is this what you want to say, Wu Shu?"

He leaned in closer, gently stroking Ying Wu Shu's earlobe, the corner of his mouth clearly smiling: "These reasons aren't sufficient."

Ying Wu Shu's fluttering heart became ever more evident.

"And..."

Ying Wu Shu raised his hand to grasp the corner of Jin Chen's garment, lifted his eyes to meet his, his clear voice somewhat unsteady.

"The words left unsaid last time... haven't been continued yet."