Chapter 4 Asking for Directions? The Road to the Underworld!

The blue smoke billowed and condensed, taking the form of Su Yang.

Su Yang’s physical body was already dead; what stood before him was merely his lingering ghost. Ye Changsheng waved at him with a slight smile.

"Hello, Su Yang!"

"Who are you..."

Su Yang paused, turning his head slightly to look at the grave beside him. As he gazed at his own name on the tombstone, a piercing pain shot through his brain, and memories flooded in like a rising tide.

"I am dead..."

Su Yang collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with despair. He turned to look at Ye Changsheng and managed a strained smile.

"Thank you! You allowed me to finish my final journey with dignity. This great kindness is something I, Su Yang, will repay in the next life."

Ye Changsheng smiled. "No need to thank me! I accepted the young girl’s payment and simply did what I was supposed to do. By the way, do you have any last wishes? I can take care of them for you while I'm at it."

"Last wishes? I only want to slaughter that wretch Su Wangcai. If it weren't for him, my father would not have suffered such a tragic death, and I would not have ended up in this state."

"You were meant for a brilliant future; it is a pity..."

Ye Changsheng felt a pang of regret for Su Yang. One had to realize that Su Yang possessed the Supreme Bone; had he not died young, his name would certainly have been among the ranks of the Emperors in the future.

"This injustice, I will take it on!"

Su Yang was stunned. "Sir, why would you help me?"

"Me? I have a rule: if you start a good deed, you finish it! Since I accepted your commission, naturally, I must see it through to the end." Ye Changsheng pointed to the scattered remains of the corpse. "Besides, these funerary offerings are not enough; I shall go and find some more."

"Many thanks, sir!" Su Yang bowed deeply to Ye Changsheng with cupped hands.

"Alright, no need to thank me! I am just a businessman... You go inside and rest well. Wait for my return."

"Yes." Su Yang nodded and sank into the earth in his spectral form.

When Ye Changsheng turned around, he found Su Qinqin watching him.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Sir, who were you talking to just now while facing the air?" Su Qinqin asked, completely bewildered.

Su Qinqin was not a cultivator, so naturally, she could not see Su Yang’s soul.

Ye Changsheng scratched his head and gave an awkward laugh. "Nothing, I was just talking to myself, expressing my thoughts..."

"I see." Su Qinqin nodded, not thinking much of it.

"Alright, enough talk. Lead the way!"

"Lead the way? Where are we going?"

"Back. To kill someone!"

After handling the matter, Ye Changsheng and Su Qinqin returned to Dongyang City. As soon as they entered the city, wanted posters for Su Yang and Su Qinqin could be seen everywhere. Ye Changsheng walked swaggeringly in the front, while Su Qinqin, wearing a bamboo hat, huddled behind him.

"Sir, aren't we being a bit too conspicuous?" Su Qinqin tugged on Ye Changsheng’s sleeve, asking curiously.

"Conspicuous? How so? It is already a mercy that I didn't kill my way through," Ye Changsheng chuckled.

Ye Changsheng followed Su Qinqin to the gates of the Su family estate. With such a massive incident occurring today, the entire clan was in an uproar, and the main gates were bolted shut. Outside stood a group of guards, each clutching a blade, looking as fierce and vicious as a pack of rabid dogs.

"Wait here for a moment; I’m going to have a chat with them."

A chat? That was just talk; Ye Changsheng didn't have such a mild temper. He had only just stepped forward when the guards swarmed him.

"Who are you? This is the Su residence. Is this any place for you to be?"

Ye Changsheng remained calm and smiled. "I am an undertaker passing through..."

Before Ye Changsheng could finish, he was interrupted by the captain of the guards.

"The Su family is not receiving guests today. Be on your way! Besides, no one in our Su family has died, so what are you here for?"

Hearing this, the corners of Ye Changsheng’s mouth curled upward as he replied, "Oh, yes they have—quite a few, in fact!"

"Where are the dead? Did you hear some nonsense from someone?" The captain’s face darkened with impatience.

Ye Changsheng leaned in close and pointed at the captain. "My friend, your forehead is dark with the shadow of death; it looks like your time is short. Shall I handle the arrangements for you in advance?"

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting? How unlucky! If you don't want to get beaten, get lost!"

Ye Changsheng had no intention of leaving and continued unhurriedly, "Do you need to ask me for directions?"

One of them sneered, "We are from this very city of Dongyang. Why would we need to ask you for directions? Are you joking?"

"Is it not possible to ask the way to the Yellow Springs?"

As the words fell, Ye Changsheng raised two fingers.

*Shing! Shing! Shing!*

A piercing sound of wind being rent echoed through the sky, and a cold light flashed. The guards remained standing in their places, but thin lines of blood appeared across their throats.

*Splatter!*

In the next second, blood erupted, and heads tumbled to the ground. The area outside the gate was a mess, with corpses strewn about in disarray. Ye Changsheng slowly lowered his head, looked at the captain’s head, and sighed.

"I told you, your forehead was dark with death, but you wouldn't believe me."

"If you didn't ask for directions just now, you'll only have yourself to blame if you get lost on the road to the Yellow Springs!"

Ye Changsheng waved his hand and collected all of their heads. He patted the heavy sack and smiled faintly. "These should make for excellent funerary offerings."

Behind him, Su Qinqin witnessed this scene, her eyes widening in shock. Ye Changsheng looked back at her and asked with a smile, "What is it? Are you afraid?"

Su Qinqin suppressed the terror in her heart and shook her head vigorously.

"I... I am not afraid!"

Not afraid? How could that be? When all was said and done, Su Qinqin was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. She had never seen such a bloody scene before.

Ye Changsheng did not expose her. He tore a piece of black cloth from his garment.

"Use this to cover your eyes; it might make things easier to bear."

Su Qinqin nodded gently and tied the cloth over her eyes.

"Don't be afraid!"

"Let's go!"

"The path is right beneath our feet!"

Ye Changsheng took Su Qinqin’s hand and walked slowly inside.