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I walked to the entrance of the village and saw a flicker of firelight in the distance, coming from the direction of Qinghe Village.
Although the firelight was a mile or two away, I could still faintly hear the sounds of commotion coming from afar.
"How lively!" I exclaimed, quickening my pace toward Qinghe Village.
The two villages were not far apart; it would only take about ten minutes to reach. Halfway there, I noticed a dilapidated building by the roadside, where a group of children were squatting and playing with stones.
I stopped in my tracks, stroking my chin as I recalled, "Hey? Isn't this the old school of the village? How did it become so run-down?"
In my memory, the village school was just a simple bungalow. Due to poor facilities and a dwindling number of students, it had been closed down long ago—at least ten years had passed since then.
The roof of the building before me had collapsed significantly, and it looked precarious, as if it might fall at any moment. I glanced inside and saw that weeds had overtaken the interior, with many low shrubs growing around the house as well.
"Hey, who are you?" Just as I was looking around, a child threw a stone at me, landing right in front of me.
I withdrew my gaze and turned to the group of children at the entrance. After just one glance, I recognized their identities, and my brows couldn't help but furrow.
A girl with a ponytail stepped forward. Her eyes were filled with hesitation, but she finally spoke up: "Big Brother, while Teacher Liu isn't here, you should leave quickly!"
"Who is Teacher Liu?" I raised an eyebrow and asked.
The girl was about to answer me when she was interrupted by the boy who had thrown the stone. He spread his arms in front of the group of children and said seriously, "Fang, don't talk to him! If Teacher Liu finds out, we'll all get punished! Come on, let's go back to class!"
After he finished speaking, he led the group toward the dilapidated building behind them.
I quickly stepped forward to block their path. Staring into their eyes with an unfriendly tone, I asked, "When did you all die? Why haven't you reincarnated? What are you doing here?"
At first glance, I knew these children were spirits who had not yet reincarnated. The faint aura of ghostliness surrounding them indicated that they had died less than a month ago.
A gathering of so many child spirits was clearly orchestrated by someone, and these children were merely tools being exploited.
As a Yin-Yang Master, seeing the ghosts before me ignited a surge of anger within me.
"You know we are ghosts?!" The group of children exclaimed in surprise, their eyes wide with astonishment as they looked at me.
A girl named Fang rushed forward, grabbing my sleeve and excitedly shouting, "Big Brother, please save us! Take us away from here!"
The spirits around me looked at me with excitement, except for the one who had thrown stones earlier. He crossed his arms over his chest and said coldly, "Hmph, don't expect him to save us. He looks like a rookie, just like that previous guy. If he encounters Teacher Liu, he will definitely run away!"
Upon hearing Yang Guanghua's name, the children's expressions dimmed, and they slowly lowered their heads. Only Fang continued to hold onto my arm tightly.
"It won't happen! Big Brother won't be like that person; he must have a way to save us!" Fang shouted loudly. Then she shook my arm and looked into my eyes, asking, "Big Brother, you can do it, right?"
I reached out and gently patted Fang's head, nodding as I replied, "Don't worry. Since I’ve encountered you all, I won’t leave you to fend for yourselves. I will send you to be reborn!"
I sensed the area around us and found no other spirits or living people nearby. I guessed that the Teacher Liu the children mentioned must have left, providing me with the perfect opportunity to help these spirits move on.
I took three copper coins from my pocket—coins I had secretly hidden earlier on Grave Hill—and was surprised they would come in handy now.
I tossed the coins onto the ground; two of them sank halfway into the earth, forming a triangle about the size of a basin. The moment the coins landed, I bit my tongue and sprayed some Tongue Blood into the center of the triangle.
"Ultimate Earth, Mystical Arts Have Methods! Yang Law descend, Yin Law please! Now summon Yang Law, descend divine fire, cleanse the sinful bodies! Command!"
After reciting the incantation, I pointed my finger at the center of the formation. The Tongue Blood I had sprayed immediately transformed into a fist-sized Yang Fire that blazed brightly.
These spirits had lingered in the human realm for too long and had begun to emit an aura of Evil Spirits. If they were to be reborn now, they would inevitably face punishment from the Ghost Messenger. Therefore, I intentionally set up a Yang Fire to help them rid themselves of their Eerie Aura.
As soon as the Yang Fire appeared, the nearby spirits could no longer bear it; they stepped back with pained expressions before looking at me in confusion.
I didn't have time to explain to this group of ghosts. I quickly changed my hand movements to cast a new spell while chanting the incantation for summoning the underworld.
"In the Yang Realm, living beings pass through; in the Underworld, the dead walk. I now call upon the Yin magic to open the gates of Yin and Yang, and humbly request the Ghost Messenger to reveal the path. Yin-Yang Path, open!"
As I completed the final hand seal, the ground within the formation twisted, and a basin-sized black hole appeared on the surface.
Immediately, a pale, emaciated arm reached out. Without hesitation, it grasped three copper coins on the ground and instantly absorbed their essence.
After absorbing the essence of the coins, the arm retreated back into the black hole. A chilling voice echoed from within, sounding quite displeased: "Hmph, only three coins! What kind of master teaches such a disciple? Child, out of respect for your master, I'll give you half a stick of incense's time. Hurry up!"
Upon hearing the Ghost Messenger's words, I immediately guessed their identity. The Ghost Messenger summoned this time was named Wu Ke-Pan, a leader among them who could usually only be subdued by my master. I shook my head helplessly, awkwardly touched my nose, and politely replied, "Alright, Brother Wu!"
I turned to look at the ghosts in front of me and found they were trembling in fear from Wu Ke-Pan's earlier aura. Thankfully, since Wu Ke-Pan had retreated back to the Underworld, they began to calm down slightly.
I glanced around and slowly spoke up: "The Yin-Yang Path is open; who will go first?"
The ghosts exchanged glances but none were willing to be the first to try.
"I'll go!" Just as I was about to forcibly grab someone and throw them in, Fang suddenly stepped forward. Although her expression was filled with fear, she still took one step at a time toward the formation I had set up.
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