Zhang's ancestors also left a sentence behind the secret manual: Xiao Huangquan (Little Underworld) is not to be visited. His purpose in leaving the secret manual was not to have future generations seek out He Haoyu, but to have them use the manual to find those who wanted to go to Xiao Huangquan, and to extract the greatest benefit from them.

The last few pages of the manual were not to be shown easily; the things in the front were enough for them to use to deceive people.

After Ye Yang finished reading the contents of the manual, his left hand, which was pressed on the table, couldn't help but sink slightly. The solid wood tabletop must have been imprinted with a half-inch deep handprint. It was evident how angry Ye Yang was inside.

The goatee’d master had led me and Ye Yang into a dead end.

The most frustrating thing about this situation was that the more you understood it, the more difficult it seemed to break, and the more you needed the other party to take action to lead people out of trouble.

That was the opponent's goal. He could have hidden the Zhang family members and prevented Ye Yang from finding any clues. But he had done the opposite, deliberately sending the clues to his door, allowing Ye Yang to obtain the Zhang family's secret manual.

What Ye Yang had obtained was an insoluble knot!

No matter how calm and indifferent Ye Yang appeared on the surface, the pressure in his heart was increasing drastically. When Ye Yang couldn't hold on any longer, it would be time to submit to the other party.

After Ye Yang pressed a handprint on the table, he sat there without a word or movement, not knowing whether he was pondering a solution or forcing himself to regain his composure.

While Ye Yang was in a stalemate, I was already standing in front of the door of an office in the library.

Lin Sihan was clinging to the corner of my clothes, "Li Po, there's no way out. We can't go back."

The corridor we had just walked through had been completely annihilated in darkness. Looking back, we could only see a dark space.

What was chasing us from behind was not just darkness, but the Netherworld, the Huangquan (Yellow Springs), an unpredictable space.

That space spread behind us like a shadow. Lin Sihan screamed, "Li Po, think of something! We won't be able to get out if we fall in."

I had the same feeling, as if falling into the darkness would mean never returning to reality.

As I watched the shadow closing in inch by inch, I reached out and pulled open the door, dragging Lin Sihan into the room.

As soon as Lin Sihan entered, she hid behind me, pushing my back with both hands, and asked in a trembling voice, "Li Po, what's in the room? Hurry, take a look!"

I replied, "There's a dead person in the room!"

There was indeed only one dead person in the room, sitting upright behind a desk. The person had long turned into a skeleton, but the bones had not fallen apart due to the decay of muscles; instead, they seemed to have been pieced together, holding an old-fashioned notebook with one hand, sitting behind the desk.

I took a step forward, and the skeleton moved its palm away, and the notebook on the table turned a page on its own. It read: Sit or not sit.

When I pulled out the chair and sat opposite the skeleton, a line of words appeared out of nowhere below the notebook: Turn to page five.

I tried to flip through the notebook, but found that only the first five pages could be moved; the rest seemed to be stuck together with blood, and couldn't be opened.

When I turned the notebook to page five, it read: Seek life or seek death!

I smiled, raised my hand, and pointed to the position of seeking death. Lin Sihan, who was standing beside me, screamed, "Li Po, are you crazy! How can you choose to seek death? Hurry and go back!"

When my finger pressed towards "seek death", a line of words appeared below the notebook: You are not an immortal, you cannot seek death.

I sneered, "What if I must seek death?"

"We don't seek death!" Lin Sihan grabbed my hand and quickly flipped open the notebook, placing her hand on the position of seeking life: "We seek life!"

A line of words appeared below the notebook again: You are already dead, you cannot seek life.

"I... I..." Lin Sihan took a few steps back: "No, I'm not dead! Aren't I still standing here? How could I be dead?"

I just glanced at Lin Sihan and turned my gaze to the notebook.

Sure enough, a line of words appeared on it: Look in the mirror.

When Lin Sihan and I looked at the mirror in the room at the same time, the scene of Lin Sihan and I in the duty room was projected like a movie.

I clearly saw that after I threw Lin Sihan out of the window, a pair of hands stretched out from the cracks in the floor tiles. The person put a rope around Lin Sihan's neck and strangled her hard. Lin Sihan's eyes widened instantly, and her tongue stuck out of her mouth.

Lin Sihan's ghost, however, was completely unaware that she had been strangled to death, struggling desperately to stand up from the ground, crawling towards the window with both hands and feet.

What I had pulled in from outside the window was actually a dead person.

By the time I had shielded Lin Sihan behind me, facing the door, Lin Sihan had silently removed the rope from her neck behind me, and gathered behind me with a ferocious expression.

If I hadn't opened the Ghost Gate (guimen) in a short moment, Lin Sihan would have already put the rope around my neck.