——"The frost covers ten miles of the calm lake, each strand of black hair mourns the passing years. Standing alone facing the moon, I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals."

The Azure Lantern in front of me gazed blankly at the pond not far away, and after a long while, sighed softly: "Truly a poignant and beautiful story."

"Ning Caichen is devoted and righteous, Yan Chixia is chivalrous and brave."

"But unfortunately, Nie Xiaoqian is ultimately a ghost. Humans and ghosts follow different paths; they are destined never to be together."

Su Ziyu smiled without speaking.

He hadn't expected that he could be so adept at storytelling, able to recall the entire plot with just a little memory jog, and even managed to control the timing, deliberately stretching the story of A Chinese Ghost Story throughout the whole night. The Azure Lantern is a legendary demon, said to be encountered in a game called the Hundred Tales, where a hundred white candles are lit at night, and everyone tells a ghost story, blowing out one candle after each story. When the hundredth tale is finished, the Gate of Hell opens, and terrifying ghosts will drag everyone into Hell.

In fact, as long as your story is long enough, you definitely won't finish in one night.

Once daylight breaks, everything will be alright.

So, authors writing novels shouldn't worry about this.

Because as long as the number of bizarre stories is less than a hundred, the ritual won't be completed. Only when it reaches a hundred will some extremely dreadful things supposedly occur according to the legend.

This matter tells us that being too short is prone to trouble.

Su Ziyu looked up at the sky.

There is no sun in the Ghost Capital, but the moon has already moved to the far west, indicating that the sun is about to rise, and daylight is about to arrive.

The ghostly flames drifting around are gradually dissipating.

Su Ziyu wasn't quite sure about the situation in the Underworld, but he could sense that a door had opened within the Ghost Capital.

——"Spatial Sense: Enhance one's ability to sense spatial powers, able to detect nearby spatial fissures."

Su Ziyu glanced at the Azure Lantern, who seemed to still be immersed in the story, then stood up, cupped his hands, and said: "Thank you for the hospitality tonight! It's getting late!"

"Then I shall take my leave first!"

With that, without waiting for a response from the Azure Lantern, he leapt into the air, lightly landing on top of the high surrounding wall.

But just at that moment, a gust of eerie wind swept by.

A sheet of black hair came at Su Ziyu like long needles. The speed at which the hair attacked was incredibly fast, closing in instantly. Su Ziyu didn't think twice and pulled out his Meteor. Accompanied by a flash of cold light, a large patch of black hair was cut off at the root, and a faint scream of pain could be heard.

The Demon Hunter's weapon is equally effective against these ghosts.

The ghost that attacked Su Ziyu in secret seemed infuriated, and in the blink of an eye, another mass of black hair came at him, as if trying to entangle him entirely.

"Stop!"

The Azure Lantern shouted in a low voice, frowning: "Needle Woman! Stand down!"

The mass of black hair halted in front of Su Ziyu, then retreated like a tide, disappearing from sight.

"Lord Su's story is truly fascinating." The Azure Lantern stood up lazily, the loose kimono revealing her enchanting and beautiful body curves. Her expression seemed somewhat hesitant and reluctant, with a faint flame flickering in her pupils, her voice ethereal: "I had originally planned to have Lord Su stay here long-term. But since you wish to leave, I cannot force you."

"I can only hope to have a long talk with you another day, to hear your captivating stories."

It appears that the ordeal is over.

Su Ziyu cupped his hands once more, then left without looking back.

His figure swiftly darted through the deathly silent Ghost Capital. Along the way, many hazy silhouettes could be seen, and with the guidance of his spatial sensing ability, Su Ziyu traveled through half of Kyoto, finally stopping in front of an empty shrine.

The spatial fissure was nearby.

This was Su Ziyu's first time using his spatial sensing ability to locate a plane fissure, so he couldn't completely determine the exact direction.

Tat-tat-tat.

Just as Su Ziyu was searching for the exit, he suddenly heard a peculiar sound of footsteps. Then, two figures, one black and one white, appeared in sight, dragging a large ghostly flame behind them, walking over from the direction of a bridge.

Black and White Impermanence?

Su Ziyu's pupils narrowed slightly, and he cautiously took a step back.

It should be the Black and White Impermanence of Fusang.

Because they were dressed in Fusang attire, one holding a Soul-Calling Banner, and the other holding a Soul Hook Scythe. The two of them were dragging a large number of ghosts bundled like somethings, with White Impermanence walking expressionlessly in the front, while Black Impermanence seemed to be saying something.

They quickly noticed Su Ziyu as well.

"A living person?" Black Impermanence frowned, placing his hand on his weapon, and said in a deep voice: "What is a living person doing in the Underworld?"

Not particularly strong.

The pressure they exerted on Su Ziyu wasn't as great as that of the Azure Lantern. Having encountered Death God's Attendants before, Su Ziyu wasn't particularly afraid of these Ghost Emissaries, so he cupped his hands and said: "I accidentally stumbled into the Underworld. I'm just trying to return to the living realm."

"Do you know where the exit is?"

Upon hearing Su Ziyu's words, the Black and White Impermanence glanced at each other. White Impermanence replied coldly: "Across that bridge is the Ghost Gate."

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