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Listening to the explanations from the two, Ye Mingshang furrowed his brows, habitually biting his fingers in contemplation. "I didn't expect that Director Lu's lifespan recorded in the Book of Life and Death would be up. This doesn't make sense. From his appearance, he should at least live to the average age of 70, if not longer. How could his lifespan suddenly end? Could it be that the remaining few are the same?"
Ye Mingshang pondered in his heart and said to the two, "Show us your soul-locking list."
Black Wuchang hesitated a bit; after all, the soul-locking list was not meant for mortals to see, as per regulations. White Impermanence, not daring to oppose, quickly snatched the list from Black Wuchang's hands and handed it over to Ye Mingshang with a flattering smile.
Ye Mingshang took it and found that there were more than a dozen names on it, all of whom were included.
Was this a coincidence? How could it be? Such coincidences were impossible.
Ye Mingshang returned the list to them and said, "I already know what I need to know. You may leave."
Black Wuchang took back the list but did not leave immediately. He glanced at Director Lu lying on the hospital bed and said, "What about him...?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Mingshang shot him a glare, prompting White Impermanence to quickly cover his mouth and smile brightly. "We'll leave right away..."
As Black and White Wuchang departed, the temperature in the room rose again. Xu Lu and the others cautiously asked, "Have they left?"
"Yes, they have," Ye Mingshang replied.
Only then did they slowly exhale and approach him. "Brother Ye, who were you just talking to? I heard you mention impermanence and a list. Were they Heibai Wuchang?"
Ye Mingshang nodded. "That's right; it was them."
The two gasped in shock. As Chinese people, no one was unaware of Heibai Wuchang's existence; they were legendary soul collectors, renowned figures in the Underworld. The fact that they had just been in the same room with them—and that Brother Ye had called them over—was simply unbelievable!
"Then, Brother Ye, were you fighting with them just now?" Xu Chen asked.
"What fighting? That was a battle of spells!" Lu Mingxuan shot him a glare.
"Oh, then Brother Ye, were you battling spells with them?" Xu Chen corrected himself and asked.
Ye Mingshang smiled and said, "That's right. I wanted to reason with them; when they refused, I had no choice but to resort to fighting."
"Then, did Brother Ye win?" Lu Mingxuan asked.
Ye Mingshang did not speak, only nodded.
The two were astonished. Who was Heibai Wuchang? Even ordinary people knew that he was the Vanguard Officer of the Underworld's Yin Cao Guan, exceptionally skilled and on par with immortals. Yet now, he had been defeated by someone they knew as Brother Ye? Did they actually know such an impressive person?!
Ye Mingshang ignored the two who were stunned into silence and began organizing the known clues.
First, he had already identified the source of the Cholera; it was Wang Yu's girlfriend, which was crucial. Second, he relied on a Death Note and a Black Card to kill. The note recorded the names of those with cards, and the cards acted like a virus, capable of spreading.
Third, and most importantly, the victims' deaths were due to natural causes? It even directly affected the Underworld's Book of Life and Death, prompting Ghost Messengers to come and collect souls—this was simply lawless.
Today, he had temporarily driven away Heibai Wuchang, preventing them from capturing Director Lu's soul. However, since Director Lu was already dead in the Book of Life and Death, his soul could not be held for too long; otherwise, it would undergo corpse transformation.
The remaining individuals on the death list would also die tonight. They had a time limit: death would not exceed one day. If they did not die during the day, they would be taken by the Grim Reaper at night.
This curse-like power was something he had never dealt with before, making it impossible to break. It belonged to a category of Evil Arts, which were divided into several major types: Xiangxi Gu Technique, Thai Necromancy, Indian Curse Technique, as well as many classifications like Corpse Refinement Technique and Raising Ghosts Technique.
To break this curse-like power naturally required specialized talent. Although he practiced Evil Arts, he was not an expert.
Thinking of this, Ye Mingshang took out his phone and dialed a number. After a few seconds of ringing, someone answered on the other end. "Hello? Who is this?" A strange accent and awkward Mandarin came through.
Ye Mingshang smiled and said, "It's Aye. Long time no see, Kulu."
"Oh! It's Aye! I changed my phone and lost many numbers; I didn't recognize you right away. By the way, we haven't been in touch for a long time. What made you suddenly think of calling me? Are you craving my curry rice? Haha!" A hearty laugh came from the other side.
"I'm not calling you for curry; I have a tricky matter I need your help with," Ye Mingshang said.
There was a moment of silence on the line before Kulu responded with surprise in his voice, "What kind of tricky matter could it be that even you can't handle?"
Ye Mingshang chuckled bitterly. "You really have confidence in me. Every field has its specialties; I'm not good at everything. What I've encountered this time is very strange; it feels somewhat like a curse technique."
Kulu also expressed curiosity. "A curse technique? What kind is it?"
Ye Mingshang explained what he had learned so far. After pondering for a moment, Kulu said, "Based on what you're saying, if it's spreading curse power through a medium and directly stripping away life span, it should be a forbidden technique within curse arts called Codex."
“Codex?”
“Yes, in our India, it is the treasure that Brahma uses to govern the lives of all beings, equivalent to your Book of Life and Death.”
“So what is the relationship between this Codex you mentioned and Brahma?” Ye Mingshang asked.
“The reason we call it that is because it can directly deprive others of their lifespan, affecting the balance of the Codex. We also have a nickname for it, which is Little Codex.”
Hearing Kulu's explanation, Ye Mingshang suddenly understood. No wonder these people died under such strange circumstances; they even called upon the Grim Reaper, and it even affected the Book of Life and Death. It turned out to be such a significant matter.
“Is there any way to deal with this ‘Codex’?” Ye Mingshang asked.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. “If it were a living human, it would be easier. But as you said, that person is already dead, so my method won't work. However, even a ghost is attached to what she cares about. If you destroy what she values, it will draw her out. A curse exposed to human eyes is very vulnerable; I believe you can easily eliminate it.”
Having received the method, Ye Mingshang thanked him, “Thank you, Kulu.”
“You're welcome. When you come to India, I'll treat you to curry rice.”
“Okay, goodbye.”
(To be continued.)
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