Yu Daohan added a bit more tea to his cup and asked curiously, "General Huo, you didn't come all the way here just to tell me this, did you?"
Seeing Yu Daohan say this, General Huo got straight to the point: "Actually, the main objective of this visit is to ask for your help."
Yu Daohan became interested. What kind of matter would require the help of the dignified Commander-in-Chief of the Underworld Soldiers?
General Huo did not hide anything and stated it directly: "As you know, I manage all the underworld envoys. Someone from above privately instructed me to find a ghost, and that ghost might have come here. And here, you are the one who calls the shots. Therefore..."
Besides the King of Hell and the nine Yama Kings, there was probably no one else who could command the Commander-in-Chief of the Underworld Soldiers.
"I'll help with this matter. What does the ghost look like?" Yu Daohan nodded.
General Huo shook his head helplessly: "They didn't say. They only knew she was female and her hands were bound by chains."
After speaking, he drew a dagger from his waist and placed it on the table. A chilling wind blew from the room towards the door, and he left, saying, "Thank you."
Yu Daohan watched General Huo leave, picked up the dagger on the table, and examined it closely. His eyes gleamed. The surface was incredibly sharp, and the entire dagger was black, likely made from Soul-镇 Stone. The floor of the Naihe Bridge was made of this material. Legend had it that it possessed the power to suppress souls and ward off evil.
Yu Daohan put the dagger away, glanced at the door to the backyard, and coughed lightly: "Alright, come out."
Zhao Yiyi and Liu Xiaowei cautiously pushed open the backyard door and sat down. Liu Xiaowei shivered as she recalled Yu Daohan talking to the air just now, and whispered, "Were there really ghosts next to you just now?"
Yu Daohan looked at Liu Xiaowei's frightened expression and found it both amusing and embarrassing to smile: "To be precise, they were underworld envoys."
After chatting for a while, Liu Xiaowei explained the purpose of her visit. It turned out that three days ago, she and two roommates had played Ouija board!
Yu Daohan frowned. By rights, playing Ouija board, like playing with a spirit board or a mirror spirit, was a form of ancient divination.
Although simple, the operation was extremely complex, and what was summoned might not be a spirit at all, but a ghost. Zhang Sanfeng of Taoism once said: "Divination is a false art, and true immortals have always denounced it as the practice of alchemists. Immortals do not approach it, let alone disrespect it? Manipulating it according to the divination, using talismans and incantations, can instead lead ghosts into the house!"
This meant that if a true deity did not possess the spirit, then it would be a non-deity, and using it rashly would invite ghosts into the house.
Yu Daohan told Liu Xiaowei all this. Liu Xiaowei's face turned pale with fright, and she recounted the events.
Three days ago, Liu Xiaowei's roommate Zhang Ping had somehow found a method for playing Ouija board and invited Liu Xiaowei to play. Liu Xiaowei was initially reluctant, but couldn't resist Zhang Ping's repeated requests, so she agreed.
That night, Zhang Ping, Liu Xiaowei, and another roommate Zhong Hong played Ouija board in their dormitory.
At midnight, the three of them set everything up in the dormitory: a white cloth, a white paper, and four white candles placed at the four corners.
The three closed their eyes, clasped their hands, held a pencil, and moved it over the white paper, chanting simultaneously: "Ouija spirit, Ouija spirit, come quickly, Ouija spirit, Ouija spirit, come quickly."
Suddenly, a strange wind blew through the dormitory. It was impossible for wind to blow in a sealed dormitory. Liu Xiaowei broke out in a cold sweat, and Zhong Hong was already scared and wanted to back out: "Maybe we shouldn't play anymore."
Zhang Ping, who might also have been inexperienced, breathed heavily but still pretended to be calm: "It's okay, I've played this often before."
Hearing Zhang Ping say she often played, Liu Xiaowei and Zhong Hong's tension eased. Seeing that Liu Xiaowei and Zhong Hong believed her, Zhang Ping mustered her courage and asked, "Ouija spirit, if you are here, draw a circle on the paper. Ouija spirit, if you are here, draw a circle on the paper."
As soon as she finished speaking, the hand moved eerily and slowly drew a red circle on the paper. Zhong Hong was so frightened by the strange sight that she closed her eyes. Liu Xiaowei's back was covered in cold sweat, her heart pounding. She looked at Zhang Ping.
Zhang Ping, however, showed no fear. Instead, her eyes revealed excitement and greed. She excitedly asked, "I want to know, is Zhang Jing dead or not?"
Liu Xiaowei looked at Zhang Ping in surprise because Zhang Jing was none other than Liu Xiaowei and Zhong Hong's roommate. Two months ago, Zhang Jing had unfortunately fallen to her death due to the disrepair of the railings in the old teaching building. This incident had even made the school's news headlines.
Hearing Zhang Ping's question, Zhong Hong opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Ping. Suddenly, her hand moved. Zhang Ping and the other two stared at the answer on the paper. Under their gaze, it crookedly wrote the two characters "dead."
Seeing the answer, Zhong Hong's hand trembled, while Zhang Ping breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Do you two have anything you want to ask?"
Liu Xiaowei, who wanted to finish as soon as possible, shook her head and looked at Zhong Hong. Seeing that Liu Xiaowei had nothing to ask, Zhong Hong also shook her head. Zhang Ping, seeing that they had nothing to ask, was about to dismiss the spirit when the hand moved again. The three held their breath.
"Sister Ping, don't rush to send me away." Zhang Ping's face turned pale with fright at these words, because Zhang Jing often called Zhang Ping "Sister Ping."
Zhong Hong was even more terrified and let go. Zhang Ping suggested that the three of them hug each other and crouch in a corner. Thus, the three of them endured the longest night of their lives.
In the following two days, Liu Xiaowei's bad luck grew. From falling down at first to almost getting into a car accident later, Liu Xiaowei felt as if she was walking step by step towards death.
Hearing this, Yu Daohan took a Ginkgo leaf from his drawer and placed it in the tea cup, pouring hot water over it. The moment the hot water touched the purple Ginkgo leaf, it turned dark purple.
Yu Daohan pushed the tea to the center of the table and said sternly, "I presume Zhao Yiyi has already told you. If you can drink this tea, I will help you find someone. If you cannot drink it, then I am powerless."
Liu Xiaowei nodded, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then drank it all. Seeing Liu Xiaowei finish the tea in the cup, Yu Daohan nodded and said, "I've found the person for you."
Hearing that Yu Daohan would help, Liu Xiaowei's anxious heart finally settled. She looked at Zhao Yiyi and said, "Thank you, Yiyi."
Being thanked by Liu Xiaowei, Zhao Yiyi felt a little embarrassed: "We're good friends, what is there to thank?"
Yu Daohan took out his phone and checked the time. It was already 1:30. He stretched lazily and said leisurely, "I'll write down the phone number for you. You can call this person tomorrow."
Yu Daohan took out a piece of paper and a pen and quickly wrote down a string of numbers, handing it to Liu Xiaowei. Then he returned to his rocking chair and lay down: "You don't need to see me out."