"Miss Mu, Mr. Mu, our young master requests your presence downstairs."We followed him downstairs and saw that on the first floor, a section of the courtyard wall and a window were shattered. There was...Day and night are like the two fishes of Taiji, generating and merging with each other, inseparable.

People who are accustomed to waking up with the sunrise and resting at sunset would find it hard to imagine why there are people who wander in the darkness.

With one foot crossing the boundary between yin and yang, seeking unknown answers, transcending the resentment that should not remain in the Yang world.

Perhaps just as a forensic pathologist is to a corpse, and a police officer to a criminal, they are two sides of the same coin – life and death, yin and yang, light and dark.

A mage walks the line between yin and yang, handling special events that ordinary people can't touch.

However, getting into this line is not as easy as it seems.

No teaching qualifications or entry requirements.

Only two words, fate.

Without the chance of talent, without the luck of fate, and even a master who guides you into the profession is nowhere to be seen, how can one even enter the trade.

Without a master, lineage, or school of thought, one can only be called an "amateur" in the end.

For example, like Liu Feifei.

I don't know if she has a master, or if she has learned any basic spells to deal with vengeful spirits.

But can mere bravery allow one to freely move about a place inhabited by restless spirits and emerge unscathed every time Even fictional tales wouldn't dare weave such a story.

I followed the cold light from my phone's livestream to navigate forward. The space here wasn't small, and this level I had entered was the middle layer.

Such a black clinic built inside a mine couldn't have been put together by just a few people. It must have been based on the main structures left behind by former invaders, allowing for the construction of a building with upstairs and downstairs stairs.

As soon as you entered, rows of cold iron cabinets lined the walls, just like shelves in a library.

Some chests were locked, others had been ripped open, rusted and worn.

There was some scattered dirt and wood fragments on the ground, along with a strong stench of decay.

Four rickety wooden tables were spliced together to form a desk, its surface covered with dust, dirt, and large patches of grime. A leg was missing from each table.

Scattered across the ground were empty, broken plastic containers and glass shards.

It looks like no one has been here in a long time, otherwise, stepping on it would crush something and leave deep footprints.

Oh...

A faint cold wind carrying a stench crept down from the top of the stairs, accompanied by the muffled whirring of a fan.

Such a place should be an air vent on the ground.

I comforted myself.

If you can't beat it, it must be a ghost. I've seen too many ghosts to be afraid anymore.

I glanced down at Younan, who was clutching my clothes tightly. The little one held onto me with one hand while vigilantly watching the darkness around us with the other, and his small hand still clutched a sword seal.

"Humph, I'm still worried about him He's a disciple of an Immortal Monarch. I'm just a lowly mortal with shallow cultivation. I probably wouldn't even reach the level he could achieve in a few days after pointing me in the right direction."

Liu Feifei was originally chattering away, speaking in a hushed voice in front of the live stream phone screen to create a sense of fear and the paranormal.

But after that "hey" echoed out, the whole darkness fell silent.

This silence was unnerving, a living person just swallowed by the darkness

For a terrifying and suspenseful atmosphere, the only light source on their phone livestream was a tiny ring placed above the phone. It served to illuminate her beautiful and delicate face and partially exposed chest, without providing much overall illumination.

The light at the corner of the staircase flickered softly, but she was nowhere to be seen.

This staircase is very old. It's not the kind that was poured with concrete and built well, but rather a Z-shaped staircase supported by an iron frame and covered with wooden planks.

One head leads upstairs, the other leads downstairs, and I'm standing in the middle level right now.

Liu Feifei's live streaming lights are just around the corner from me.

"...Liu Feifei" I secretly grasped the Lei Fa, trying to summon her soul.

No matter what path she's on, as long as there's a sliver of consciousness left and she hears the call, there should be some reaction.

But there was no sound from the darkness, as if she were no longer around the stairs.

I hurried up, the lamp fell to the side, my phone was still unknown where it landed. I bent down to pick up the lamp and illuminate the surroundings.

As soon as his finger touched the livestream lamp, a broken glass dish on the stairs suddenly exploded!

Pieces and dust were swirling, carrying a stench of decay, as smoke billowed up.

"Mother!" Although Younan seemed confident and composed, he was still startled by the sudden commotion.

I'm glad I wore my lucky charms beforehand, otherwise this sudden change would have definitely left me with a few cuts from shattered glass.

I raised my hand to shield my head and face, the shards striking my forearm with a searing pain, but they didn't break the skin.

"Mother, are you alright..." Younan anxiously stomped her feet and ran up to hug my leg.

"It's alright, it's alright..." Thankfully I have a protective spell... The evil energy here is so intense.

“Mother, please be careful. The vengeful spirits here are definitely vicious and difficult to deal with. That Zheng Daochang’s disciples only send out commissions and don't want to handle them themselves.” Younan pouted and said, “He probably thinks that with the Mu family’s reputation and your grandfather’s temper, if someone with a grudge against us sends a commission, your grandfather will definitely take care of it himself. He might even kill two birds with one stone and get rid of your grandfather here as well!”

"You, you...you're so young, yet you know so much...Liang, Liangzi Who taught you these underworld slang!" I couldn't help but laugh and cry.

Yu Nan was taken aback, shrinking his neck and puffing out his cheeks, looking just like a hamster emoji on his phone.

"When my master was bored, he would watch Xianxia. I listened to him read it to me."

"... "

The bedtime stories told by the Star Jun of Ji are truly unique.

I brushed the dust off myself and didn't dare touch the livestreaming lamp again. I turned on my small flashlight instead.

The live stream lamp fell upon a dark, shapeless thing. It wasn't like a carpet or a piece of cloth. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be the rotting carcass of an animal.

"No wonder it smells so bad..." Younan grimaced.

I glanced at my face and noticed something reflecting light.

"A mirror" I frowned.

Mirrors are not ordinary objects in the Taishang Xuanmen tradition. When used properly, they can ward off evil spirits and cleanse negative energy. However, if misused, they can negatively affect the Qi field of both people and their homes.

Now, there are very few old mirrors. Most people's mirrors are simply embedded in the bathroom walls and aren't specifically used for feng shui purposes.

"Yunan, let's go take a look. Be careful not to touch that lamp on the ground. Let me carry you." I reached out my hand to Yunan.

You Nan nodded, reaching out to wrap her arms around my neck, lifting me up. One small hand held the sword gesture, the other grasped lightning.

That's quite lifelike.

This time I didn't dare to be careless. You don't even need me to tell Younan, when we walked up to another level, Younan drew a thunder seal.

But the power and range of this Thunder Decree... let's just say it's quite adorable.

Maybe it could give the ghosts a good scare...

However, You Nan's dark eyes betrayed an unspeakable joy, as if she had learned something useful, making the child very confident and happy.

I held him with one hand and scanned the area with a small flashlight in the other.

There were several beds in this layer, and there was also a small room. The door of the room was broken. As the light swept past in an instant, a black shadow flashed!

"Liu Feifei!" I was jolted, my scalp tingling, and shouted her name in a loud voice. cramped. Shen Qingrui despises Huisqing for being so stubborn and even saving that clueless emcee."Amitabha Buddha, even celestial beings and divine spirits with boundless magical powers understand c...