Yu Daohen looked at his soul with a hint of surprise.
Fan Baye's soul-hooking chains were indeed formidable. By all rights, a cultivator's soul should not be easily extracted, especially when on guard.
Seeing this, Fan Wujiu spoke, "Alright, let's begin our journey. The road to the Underworld is still very long."
Yu Daohen nodded and looked at Zhou Fu behind him, a smile on his face. "It's all up to you now."
Zhou Fu supported Yu Daohen's body and nodded. "Master, rest assured, your disciple will complete the mission."
Yu Daohen nodded and left with Fan Wujiu, murmuring to himself.
Now it was up to Old Huo.
He really hoped that guy wouldn't mess things up.
Meanwhile.
After eliminating the last Ghoul, Wang Ming suddenly remembered something. "Right, that young couple hasn't paid the fifty thousand yuan yet."
Thinking of this, Wang Ming quickly turned back.
This first job after opening for business absolutely could not fail.
When he arrived at the park, the young couple had already vanished.
"I..." Wang Ming was about to curse but restrained himself, clasping his hands together. "Amitabha, I almost broke my vows again."
After this incident, Wang Ming lost all desire to sleep and decided to wander around.
On a quiet path in the suburbs, Qiu Jiaxiang was leading a line of souls whose lifespans had expired towards the Underworld.
Yu Daohen walked behind Fan Wujiu.
There was silence all the way. Fan Wujiu remained quiet, seemingly lost in thought.
Yu Daohen muttered to himself.
Would Old Huo really not show up? And was this wooden token still valid?
All these possibilities made Yu Daohen uneasy.
This feeling of entrusting one's life into someone else's hands was truly uncomfortable.
Along the way, Zhou Fu carried Yu Daohen towards the old Yu family mansion.
Wang Ming wandered onto a street.
Seeing a bald figure ahead, Zhou Fu instinctively became wary.
Wang Ming, however, did not show much caution towards the figure in front of him.
He was confident he could easily defeat the other person.
Among the younger generation, besides Yu Daohen, he feared no one.
It was like Guan Yu in the Three Kingdoms, who saw everyone as mere mortals except for Lü Bu.
Wang Ming's current state of mind was similar to Guan Yu's in the Three Kingdoms.
Seeing that the other party was not overly cautious, Zhou Fu breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed the person harbored no ill intentions.
The two passed each other, both glancing at the other.
Wang Ming paid no mind until he saw the young man on the figure's back, his expression changing drastically.
Zhou Fu also noticed the drastic change in the other's expression and quickly quickened his pace.
Wang Ming suddenly called out, "Stop!"
Zhou Fu froze, his heart immediately tensing.
Should he run?
He had no confidence in escaping from this person, especially while carrying his master.
Wang Ming slowly turned his head to look at Zhou Fu. "I think I've seen you somewhere before."
Zhou Fu had seen Wang Ming at the Fengtian Assembly, so he naturally remembered him.
Seeing Zhou Fu's silence, Wang Ming looked at Yu Daohen on his back. "You must be his disciple, right?"
Zhou Fu knew that Wang Ming was referring to the master he was carrying.
"That's right, I am Yu Daohen's disciple, Zhou Fu," Zhou Fu replied.
Wang Ming looked at the unconscious Yu Daohen and instantly understood. His eyes narrowed. "I've never heard of anyone who survived a death tribulation after their soul was extracted. Tell me, who are you? And why is Yu Daohen unconscious?"
Zhou Fu had long heard that Wang Ming and his master were at odds.
But was this monk, a follower of Buddhism, truly going to harm his master?
Seeing Zhou Fu remain silent, Wang Ming reached out to grab Yu Daohen.
Zhou Fu grabbed Wang Ming's outstretched hand, his face darkening. "Holy Master, what are you trying to do?"
A signature sinister smile appeared on Wang Ming's face. "That's a question I should be asking you."
"I don't understand what the Holy Master means."
Zhou Fu's expression was serious, and his heart was filled with extreme tension.
This monk was as famous as his master.
Wang Ming's eyes narrowed, and he threatened, "Let go!"
Zhou Fu's gaze was firm. "No!"
Wang Ming's other hand clenched into a fist, and he spoke coldly, "Disrespecting your master and betraying your ancestors, do you believe I'll destroy you right now?"
Hearing this, Zhou Fu immediately understood that Wang Ming had misunderstood and quickly began to explain. "Holy Master, you've misunderstood. The situation is..."
Zhou Fu briefly explained the entire sequence of events.
Upon hearing this, Wang Ming chuckled lightly. "Oh, this fellow is truly a fearless newborn calf, daring to go to the Underworld alone. If that Fan Wujiu listens to that scoundrel's slander, he won't even have a retreat."
Zhou Fu was somewhat surprised that Wang Ming did not seize this opportunity to harm his master.
Wang Ming naturally understood what Zhou Fu was thinking and smiled. "Although this humble monk and your master are at odds, it's only in terms of strength. We have no personal grudges, so why would I harm him?"
Hearing Wang Ming say this, Zhou Fu breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Ming continued, "Moreover, this humble monk is a man of the cloth. Monks are inherently compassionate. This humble monk is a truly good person."
Hearing this, Zhou Fu was at a loss for words for a moment.
This guy was a notorious evil monk in the martial world, nicknamed the Little Evil Monk.
How could he be a good person? Zhou Fu didn't believe it at all.
Wang Ming glanced at Yu Daohen on Zhou Fu's back and smiled faintly. "Since this humble monk is idle anyway, why not accompany you to protect your master?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Fu was taken aback and asked with some confusion, "The Holy Master intends to accompany me to protect Master's body?"
Wang Ming nodded and smiled. "This humble monk came down the mountain this time for training. I have nothing else to do, so I'll accompany you to protect your master's body."
Knowing that Wang Ming had no ill intentions, Zhou Fu readily agreed. "Then I'll trouble the Holy Master."
After all, they still didn't know if Qiu Jiaxiang had any helpers.
Having Wang Ming's help now was more than welcome.
Seeing Zhou Fu agree, Wang Ming clasped his hands together and said faintly, "Amitabha, it is my duty."
He had his reasons for making this request.
His pockets were emptier than his face right now. Not only was he short on money for food, but even lodging had become a problem.
By accompanying this young man to protect Yu Daohen's body, he could solve the problem of lodging and even get his meals sorted.
The most important reason, however, was the look of surprise and the subservient expression on Yu Daohen's face when he woke up.
Just thinking about it made him happy.
Wang Ming's mind had already conjured the image of Yu Daohen waking up.
Fantasy scene.
Yu Daohen bowed gratefully, his face full of gratitude. "Thank you, Holy Master, for protecting my body while my soul was out of my body."
Eating plain noodles, I casually waved my hand. "Benefactor Yu is too kind. It was merely a small effort."