Yu Daohén nodded seriously, his expression solemn: A gentleman's word is as good as his bond!
Seeing Yu Daohén's earnestness, Ming Gui spoke: What do you want to ask?
Yu Daohén chuckled: What realm is your boss in?
Ghost King realm, Ming Gui replied.
Yu Daohén nodded. He had already guessed this outcome, as only a Ghost King could be considered a paramount overlord.
Then, how many Ming Gui and Sha Gui does your boss have under him? Yu Daohén asked again.
If there's only one Ghost King, a few top experts from the Heaven and Earth rankings might be able to handle it. But if that Ghost King has five or six Ming Gui under him, it's hard to say.
Ming Gui thought for a moment before answering: Including me, there are two. As for Sha Gui, there are about five or six.
Yu Daohén nodded with satisfaction. It seemed he had just eliminated a significant portion of the Ghost King's strength.
I advise you not to meddle. Our boss values this girl highly. You should know the strength of a Ghost King, Ming Gui cautioned.
Yu Daohén muttered to himself. Sending half his forces to escort this bride indeed showed great importance.
You said there are only two Ming Gui, including yourself. Your boss must value you highly then, Yu Daohén said with a sly grin.
Ming Gui puffed out his chest proudly: Of course! I am my boss's right-hand man.
Yu Daohén let out a lewd laugh: Is that so? That impressive?
Absolutely, Ming Gui replied, his face full of pride and self-importance. But the next second, he realized something was amiss, and the smile vanished from his face.
He looked up to see Yu Daohén grinning mischievously: What's with that expression? What do you mean?
Yu Daohén shook his head: Hehehe, I don't mean anything. I just want to send you on your way.
Ming Gui shook his head, starting to panic: A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. You promised me.
Yu Daohén quickly waved his hand: That's not right. I said a gentleman's word is as good as his *donkey's* bond. A donkey is slower than a horse, so of course, it can be caught up.
As Yu Daohén spoke, he drew the Kanglong Mace from his waist: Besides, when have I, Yu Daohén, ever been a gentleman? I was born a scoundrel.
The moment Yu Daohén finished speaking, he swung the Kanglong Mace, smashing it down towards Ming Gui.
He Jun, watching from the side, saw Yu Daohén fighting like a gangster, and her eyebrows twitched.
Is demon-slaying this violent now?
After a flurry of blows, Ming Gui dissolved into black mist and vanished into the air.
Yu Daohén wiped the sweat from his brow: This Ming Gui is indeed tough. It took so many hits from the Kanglong Mace for him to finally dissipate.
Yu Daohén turned to look at He Jun, who was staring in shock, and smiled: I apologize for letting you witness such a scene.
He Jun quickly waved her hands: It's alright, it's alright. Thank you, master, for saving my life.
Yu Daohén picked up the Tiangang Disha Banner from the ground and put it back into his backpack. The thick fog reappeared.
Where are you from, Miss He Jun? And why was this Ghost King trying to capture you? Yu Daohén began to inquire.
He Jun hesitated for a moment, then suddenly knelt on the ground: I beg you, master, save my sister's life.
Yu Daohén was taken aback: What do you mean by that? Get up first.
He Jun shook her head, refusing to rise: Please, you must save my sister.
Yu Daohén was helpless and could only try to comfort He Jun, urging her to stand up.
First, tell me the whole story.
He Jun stood up, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and began to speak: I am a villager from the village of Anxiang up ahead.
Up ahead? Yu Daohén was a little confused. Could it be that He Jun knew the cause of this thick fog?
Do you know what this thick fog is about? Yu Daohén voiced his confusion.
He Jun nodded: This thick fog appeared two years ago.
Only then did Yu Daohén understand why his and Su Lai's spells had been ineffective. It wasn't a ghost maze at all, but something akin to a barrier.
He Jun continued her story.
Two years ago, the only road leading to the village was suddenly covered by a thick fog. No one knew the reason. Every night, this road would be enveloped by the fog, and anyone trying to leave would experience a ghost maze, only able to enter, not exit.
At first, everyone was quite scared, but over time, they got used to it. So, people usually went out during the day if they had something to do.
Every week, lost travelers would stumble into Anxiang Village. However, as long as they waited until the next morning, they could find their way out.
Hearing this, Yu Daohén had a rough understanding of the fog's characteristics.
What Yu Daohén was curious about now was not who had set up this fog, but why He Jun was sitting in this sedan chair.
What did you mean by saving your sister just now?
He Jun thought for a moment and recounted the entire sequence of events and the cause and effect.
The village He Jun belonged to, Anxiang Village, was once very poor. However, about thirty years ago, it suddenly became prosperous, becoming the wealthiest village in the surrounding area. Small Western-style houses and cars were just the standard.
Outsiders didn't know how it happened, but He Jun knew it all too well.
Thirty years ago, the villagers were extremely poor back then. Even basic sustenance was a problem. Later, the villagers heard that raising ghosts could lead to wealth, so each household contributed money to jointly invite a ghost to worship.