"What did the person look like?" General Huo continued to ask.
Hong Si thought for a moment and replied, "Not yet twenty, handsome."
General Huo nodded, his expression turning grim. He had already erased Yu Daohen's name from the Book of Life and Death. By all rights, even if Yu Daohen died, no ghost messenger should be sent to seize his soul.
There was only one scenario where a ghost messenger would be sent to seize Yu Daohen's soul: if someone had quietly added Yu Daohen's name back.
Seeing General Huo fall silent for a long time, Hong Si was unsure whether he should seize Yu Daohen's soul.
"General Huo, what do you think about Yu Daohen's soul?" Hong Si asked, his voice lacking conviction.
General Huo paused, then reacted. He hummed and looked at Hong Si with a smile. "You're a smart person. Handle this as you see fit."
Hong Si nodded and cupped his hands. "Your subordinate understands."
General Huo nodded. "Alright, you may go."
Hong Si and Ma Er turned and walked towards the door.
The sky was gray, and all the surrounding buildings looked like photographs taken by an 80s camera, giving people a sense of oppression.
There was no sun in the Underworld. The sky, resembling dusk at 6 PM in the human world, was the Underworld's noon.
As they walked, Ma Er couldn't quite figure out whether to seize Yu Daohen's soul. "Brother, should we seize Yu Daohen's soul or not?"
The most difficult thing in this world is to "handle it as you see fit," and the easiest thing is also to "handle it as you see fit."
The so-called "handle it as you see fit" doesn't mean you literally handle it, but that you understand.
Some things are difficult for leaders to say directly, so they can only use "you understand" to resolve them.
Hong Si shook his head. "Of course, we don't seize it. Didn't you see that General Huo has a close relationship with that fellow?"
Ma Er scratched the back of his head. "How did I not see that?"
Hong Si rolled his eyes. "With your intelligence, it would be a ghost if you could see that."
In the cave, before Yu Daohen even opened his eyes, he heard a chicken clucking.
Yu Daohen slowly opened his eyes and saw Qiang Zi holding a wild chicken. He chuckled, "Young Master Yu is awake. I got a wild chicken to nourish your body."
Yu Daohen looked at the wild chicken in Qiang Zi's hand, feeling a bit helpless. Where did this guy get such a large wild chicken?
Yu Daohen yawned and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"
"Half past twelve," Qiang Zi said, preparing to kill the chicken.
Yu Daohen touched his left eye and gave a wry smile. It seemed he still wasn't used to seeing with only one eye.
"By the way, I remember you don't know how to cook, right?" Yu Daohen suddenly recalled.
Qiang Zi coughed dryly. "I can still roast a wild chicken."
Yu Daohen was speechless, knowing this was what the guy would say.
"Alright, Young Master Yu, you rest and heal. Leave this to me," Qiang Zi said, patting his chest with a confident expression.
Yu Daohen was a little uneasy, but given his current state, he decided to entrust it to Qiang Zi. He then sat cross-legged and began to meditate with his eyes closed.
It wasn't until four in the afternoon that Qiang Zi finished preparing the wild chicken and set up the roasting rack.
The two sat on a clearing outside the cave, around the campfire.
As the sky gradually darkened, Qiang Zi looked up and said, "Young Master Yu, I'm sorry."
Yu Daohen was taken aback and smiled. "What are you apologizing for? We're friends."
"If it weren't for coming to the Greater Khingan Range to find me, your left eye wouldn't have..." Qiang Zi said self-reproachfully.
Yu Daohen changed the subject. "This wild chicken smells so good." (He said this intentionally, as he couldn't smell anything.)
He then tore off a chicken leg and started eating.
Qiang Zi knew in his heart that Yu Daohen was deliberately changing the subject. That's just how he was.
Yu Daohen blew on the chicken leg, took a bite, and chewed. But something felt strange. Although he could taste the chicken, he couldn't smell anything. It was inexplicably odd.
"Young Master Yu, my cooking skills are not bad, are they?" Qiang Zi asked, eating the chicken heartily and boasting.
Yu Daohen rolled his eyes. "Doesn't this stuff all taste the same?"
As they were eating with gusto, Qiang Zi suddenly frowned and looked around. "Young Master Yu, do you smell anything?"
Yu Daohen looked confused. His nose couldn't detect any scent at the moment. "What smell?"
Qiang Zi was unsure. "It seems like a floral scent, but I can't tell what kind of flower. I feel like I've smelled it somewhere before."
Yu Daohen looked around vigilantly. Why was there suddenly a floral scent?
"Have you seen my baby, plump and very cute? Have you seen my baby, plump and very cute?"
Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the nearby woods.
Yu Daohen and Qiang Zi's expressions changed, and they both looked alertly in the direction of the sound.
A woman in a red dress walked out, holding a piece of wood as if it were a baby, and chanting, "Have you seen my baby, plump and very cute? Have you seen my baby, plump and very cute?"
Both of them tensed up, their nerves on edge.
Qiang Zi directly drew the bronze coin sword from his waist and moved closer to Yu Daohen. "Damn it, Young Master Yu, why can't I sense any ghostly aura?"
Yu Daohen also shook his head warily, his hand ready to form a hand seal for a 'Swallowing Flame Art'.