Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

In the netherworld, Han Yan stood by the Wangchuan River as usual, watching the dead souls walking on the Yellow Springs Road, searching for Zhang Qiling's figure among the thousands of dead souls.

During the time she stayed in the underworld, she found that there were more and more dead souls in the underworld. The Black and White Impermanence and various ghost messengers were so busy every day that they had no time to rest. Meng Po's back and waist ached from making soup.

When the Black and White Impermanence once again arrived at the gates of hell with a group of dead souls, Han Yan grabbed the White Impermanence who was about to turn around and leave.

"Seventh Master, may I ask why there are so many dead souls in recent times? What happened outside?"

Bai Wuchang looked at Hei Wuchang hesitantly. When he saw that Hei Wuchang had no intention of stopping him, he opened his mouth to answer.

“In fact, we don’t know the specific reason. The Yama Lords are still investigating the reason for this abnormality in the underworld.

Lord Hanyan, during this period of time, not only has the number of dead souls in the human world increased, but many little monsters in the demon world have also disappeared one after another.

To be honest, according to the information we have received, those missing little monsters all died in the end. They died in tragic ways, as they all had their cultivation drained away.

As for the demon world, I heard from the Yama Lords yesterday that the demon world had been quiet for tens of millions of years, but has recently begun to stir again and is wreaking havoc on the human world."

After listening to Bai Wuchang's story, Han Yan turned around to look at the ghosts crowded around the Naihe Bridge, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"There are more and more dead souls now, and you in the underworld probably don't have extra manpower to investigate. I'll go outside and take a look. You ask Meng Po to help me pay attention to the person in the portrait.

If I see him coming... forget it. If he doesn't want to reincarnate, just notify me. If he is willing to let go of the past, just let him enter reincarnation directly.

Remember to tell Meng Po to add more sugar to his Meng Po soup..."

After she finished speaking, she took out the drawn portrait and handed it to Bai Wuchang with great care. Along with the portrait, she also gave him a box of top-grade Yin Gathering Talismans.

Bai Wuchang didn't even need to open the box to feel the strong yin energy lingering around it.

"Okay, I will tell Meng Po the portrait and instructions given to me by the Goddess Han Yan, and ask her to pay close attention to the person the Goddess Han Yan wants to find.

In addition, if Lord Hanyan finds out what caused all this, please send us a message to let us know."

"Okay, let's go."

Han Yan grabbed the drowsy Xingchen beside him, and under the gaze of the Black and White Impermanence, disappeared into the pitch-black ghost gate.

Before the Black and White Impermanence had time to leave, the God Xuanming, who had come to look for Han Yan, suddenly landed on the Wangxiang Terrace in the distance.

Lord Xuanming stood on the high Wangxiang Terrace, overlooking every corner of the underworld, searching for Han Yan's figure.

"Old Fan, isn't that Lord Xuanming? Why is he suddenly here in the underworld? It looks like he's looking for someone."

Hei Wuchang looked up at the Wangxiang Terrace in the distance. The Xuanming God, dressed in a black robe, stood among the dead souls, his brows full of annoyance.

"You said that things are really strange recently. Not only have the number of dead souls increased, but all these gods have also flocked to the underworld.

Just after the Hanyan God left, here comes the Xuanming God. I don’t know who he is looking for. It’s very strange.”

"Their affairs have nothing to do with us, go away."

Hei Wuchang grabbed Bai Wuchang, who was full of curiosity, and disappeared in front of the ghost gate just before Xuanming God Lord looked at them.

Didn't she say she was waiting for someone by the Forgotten River? Why didn't I see her?

Lord Xuanming frowned and stared at the dead souls passing by the Naihe Bridge. After a careful search, he disappeared from the Wangxiang Terrace with a gloomy face.

Han Yan, who left the underworld, didn't know that she had luckily escaped the clutches of the God Xuanming because she left in time.

After Han Yan arrived in the human world, she transformed herself into an ordinary-looking mortal woman and investigated every place she passed by.

She walked aimlessly on the busy streets, and the bustling market looked peaceful.

Everyone had a happy and satisfied smile on their face, and there was no sign of anything unusual.

During these days, she walked through mountains and crossed rivers. Apart from the normal birth, aging, sickness and death, she did not find any abnormalities in the human world that would suddenly lead to an increase in the number of souls in the underworld.

She stopped at a stall selling oil-paper umbrellas and selected a pure white one with a painting of blooming red plum blossoms on the umbrella from among the many oil-paper umbrellas.

"Auntie, have you heard of anything unusual around this town recently?"

The old lady took the half silver ingot that Han Yan handed to her with a smile. After thinking for a moment, she looked at the people around her cautiously.

She waved gently at Han Yan, motioning her to come closer and listen.

Han Yan walked around the stall and came to the side of the old lady. She pulled her to an empty corner and pointed mysteriously at an exquisite and magnificent house in the distance.

"Miss, have you seen that brothel? It's the most popular place in Ningxi City. I heard about it recently.

There were many new faces among the girls in the brothel, but the girls from before were nowhere to be found.”

Hanyan followed the old lady's line of sight and saw that in front of the brothel, there was a constant stream of people and cars, dignitaries, and literati coming and going.

They came either alone or in groups, all with excitement on their faces.

"Hey... In broad daylight, you two are shameless. Master, please don't go in there. It's very dirty in there."

The stars turned into a small ball and hid in Hanyan's clothes. After listening to the old lady's words, it stuck out its furry head and looked at the brothel in the distance where people were coming and going with contempt.

Lots of new girls, and lots of missing girls.

Han Yan thought of the ghosts she saw on the Yellow Springs Road in the underworld. Many of them were young and beautiful women, and they looked no more than twenty years old.

She looked up at the scorching sun hanging overhead, then looked at the brothel that was not open to welcome guests, and pursed her lips slightly.

"Girl, remember to go home early before dark, and don't wander around outside alone. I heard that the manager of the brothel has been catching young girls everywhere recently."

"Okay, thank you, ma'am. I'll be leaving now."

Hanyan put away the oil-paper umbrella she had bought, smiled politely at the old lady, and walked straight towards the brothel where many people were gathered in the distance.

"Master, please don't tell me that you want to go in and take a look. Even if you want to go, you should wait until the door is opened, right?

Brothels are open only at night. At this time, people may be sleeping inside. Look at those men, haven't they gone in?"

As soon as Xingchen finished speaking, Han Yan stopped and disappeared under Xingchen's puzzled gaze. The next moment, she quietly appeared in the silent hall of the brothel.