Chapter 187 Tea

Ye Yang looked up at the white lantern and said in a commanding tone, "Take me to your master. Whether or not you dissipate because your souls are burned out depends on how fast you can take me. I have a lot of patience!"

Ye Yang might have patience, but the ghosts in the white lantern couldn't afford to waste time with him. As soon as Ye Yang's voice fell, the white lantern darted out of the house like it was flying.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when Ye Yang went out. The streets were empty, without a trace of people, only one person and one lantern flying through the night.

After a while, the white lantern led Ye Yang to the front of a house in the wilderness.

As Ye Yang pushed the door open, someone had already prepared tea: "A guest comes at night, tea replaces wine, please!"

Ye Yang sat opposite the old man with a goatee: "Where are my people?"

"Young people need to be patient!" The old man with a goatee said unhurriedly, "You dare to burn ghost messengers as lantern wicks, are you afraid to sit down and have a cup of tea with me?"

Ye Yang said coldly, "Your teacup isn't clean! Drink it yourself!"

The old man with a goatee didn't take offense, he picked up the teacup and drank three cups in a row with a slurping sound, "Bitter with a hint of sweetness, good tea, good tea!"

The old man with a goatee put down the teacup and placed a token of "Yinsi (Netherworld) Imperial Envoy" on the table: "When I was drinking tea, your eyes locked on my throat three times. If my hand wasn't in mid-air, you would have already attacked."

"I said, young people need to be patient. We are the same kind of people. I asked you to come here just to talk, so don't be in a hurry to attack."

Ye Yang loosened his grip on the sword hilt: "What do you want to talk about?"

The old man with a goatee smiled slightly: "Let's talk after drinking tea! If the tea isn't good, the words won't be good. If the words aren't good, the things won't be done well. Why insist on so many bad things?"

Ye Yang picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Now can you talk?"

The old man with a goatee nodded: "Yes! This cup of tea comes from the underworld. It can be said to be a modified version of Meng Po soup. It can completely erase your memories from the last half hour."

"If we have a good talk, I will repeat what I said before. If we don't have a good talk, you will forget everything. Understand?"

The old man with a goatee continued after seeing Ye Yang nod: "We are all people who can only live by borrowing life from Yinsi (Netherworld). Yinsi (Netherworld)'s borrowing of life itself violates the rules. The more things violate the rules, the more loopholes there are to exploit. The Yang world is like this, and so is the Yinsi (Netherworld)."

"Theoretically, we can keep living by borrowing life."

"If people live over a thousand years, they will become immortals! If someone among us can live over a thousand years, becoming an immortal or a saint is just around the corner!"

Ye Yang couldn't help but narrow his eyes when he heard this: The other party's ambition is not small!

The old man with a goatee continued: "Look at those cultivators, from ancient cultivators onwards, there are only a handful of people who have become saints with their physical bodies. After the Song Dynasty, no one has become an immortal either. However, from emperors to ants, who doesn't want to be among the immortals?"

"Think about what those cultivators are desperately pursuing? Isn't it immortality? Even great emperors like Qin Huang and Han Wu can't avoid it!"

"Since Yinsi (Netherworld) gives us this advantage, why shouldn't we take it?"

The old man with a goatee stopped talking here, and Ye Yang asked: "Aren't you a life-borrower?"

Ye Yang's meaning was very simple, since you are also a life-borrower, why are you looking for me?

"Tsk tsk tsk..." The old man with a goatee clicked his tongue: "I said, young people are impatient, and it is indeed so. Let me finish what I have to say."

The old man with a goatee continued: "If things were really that simple, it would be great."

"Others can think of what we can think of. The number of earth souls that Yinsi (Netherworld) needs to capture is extremely limited, and the number of years released is only so much. If it is distributed equally, all life-borrowers can live to about seventy years old."

"Plus the deductions from the underworld's ratings, how much lifespan can we borrow?"

Ye Yang roughly estimated in his mind. A sorcerer graduates at about eighteen to twenty years old. If, according to the old man with a goatee, a sorcerer can borrow about fifty years of life.

Living to seventy years old and dying peacefully is about the same for ordinary people. Sorcerers spend their lives fighting with ghosts and fighting with people. The average lifespan reaching fifty is the limit. Therefore, the underworld's arrangement is quite generous for sorcerers.

The old man with a goatee continued to say to himself: "We all want to live! Sometimes, what if there are not enough tasks, or the tasks don't come? We can only snatch other people's tasks."

"This is the insidious part of the underworld. They don't need so many life-borrowers, nor will they let life-borrowers live too long, so they need life-borrowers to kill each other."

The old man with a goatee sighed repeatedly: "I have lived for so long, and I have seen too many cases of life-borrowers killing each other. People who were alive and well one minute become a bloody pile of meat on the ground the next minute!"

"Maybe there are your relatives and friends in there! Some things can't actually be said!"

Ye Yang couldn't help it: "What exactly do you want to say?"