possible! Although there is some discrepancy in calculating time, it's indeed longer than the world, but not that exaggerated... I suspect it's Mi Luo acting on her own accord.”Acting without authoriz..."Grandma" I blurted out.

The only ghost in this tomb was Granny, though I had seen her many times before. Suddenly seeing a wailing ghost climb out from under the coffin still made my scalp tingle.

“Why are you crying” My older brother, being braver, walked right over, picked up the bead and put it back in his pocket. “This is Yu Gui’s toy, how could something like this make you cry”

As he spoke, he reached out to his great-grandmother, as if wanting to help her up.

Though humans and ghosts are worlds apart, the grandmother and grandfather's situation is a kind of afterlife marriage. They can be together, but that doesn't mean we can.

Great-grandmother raised her hand, those slender and delicate palms lightly resting on my brother's wrist. It felt more like a spiritual reliance than anything else. Her descendants didn't fear her, which gave her some comfort.

"The qi on this bead... it makes me very uneasy..." Tai Nana wiped her tears and cried, "There's a ball of clear qi wrapped around this bead, it's a celestial object. The yin energy cultivated in the tomb has been dispersed quite a bit, burning me to the point where I want to flee..."

"In this world, I have only this place to call home. If I can't even stay here, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

Is this bead still a fairy artifact

I frowned and thought about it. If this pendant was an item belonging to the Demon Realm's honored god, then it could indeed be considered a celestial object.

The Demonic aspect of Taoism is said to be the other face of the Tao used by the Supreme Primordial Celestial Venerable. Although it is evil and behaves erratically, it is repeatedly used to test the true intentions of cultivators.

It is said that when some cultivators who have strayed from the path or been involved in worldly desires, alcohol, wealth, misfortune, and karmic grievances, have penetrated the myriad realms of the red dust and attained enlightenment on the Tao, even demons can lead them to the Pure Land. This is also a kind of tolerant attitude in Taoism.

It's a pity that most people are obsessed, such as grandma and grandpa.

The Yin and Yang had long since drawn a line between them, but they defied heaven's will. What would be the result of this Perhaps even they themselves did not dare to contemplate it.

"Little Qiao...is this bead from Yu Gui's" Grandmother looked at me anxiously.

Her figure was still so lifelike, but the panic on her face made her look rather desolate and eerie, adding a few more points of strangeness to her expression.

"...Nor is it truly hers. This bead has a bit of a history, but recently, Yu Gui has been the one holding and playing with it. She really likes this glowing bead." I explained.

"That aura on top...it's Yu Gui's..." Great-grandmother seemed to be reassured, mumbling to herself, "Yu Gui is the daughter of a god..."

Grandma seemed to be very afraid of this aura. She looked up at me and said, "Why do I feel the air of returning is getting heavier... She can walk between yin and yang, she is the eldest daughter of a divine being, but... I have never felt such a strong and domineering aura before..."

My brother frowned and said, "What do you mean Yu Gui is a soft and cute little loli. Where's the intense and domineering aura you speak of Don't worry yourself so much."

Grandma patted her chest and whispered, "I've been feeling uneasy lately, I don't know if it's because..."

Is the end near

I didn't dare to say anything so inauspicious. My brother gave me a look, meaning for me to keep my mouth shut, and he went to plead with Great-grandmother.

Great-grandmother was kindhearted even before her death. Even during turbulent times, she always tried to help those in need and alleviate poverty. Her kindness came from deep within, otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to soften Great-grandfather, a rogue who lived on the edge of danger.

But now the grandmother is most afraid of disappearing, this fear intensifies with her grandfather's aging day by day. When my brother just explained his intention to borrow the Soul-Calming Pagoda, she burst into tears.

"This is my home, back then your father wanted to borrow it to hold a ceremony for your mother's spirit, even your grandfather wouldn't agree. Now you want to borrow it for outsiders" Great-grandmother said with tears in her eyes, looking at us in disbelief.

My brother saw her so flustered and hurriedly reassured her, "Xiao Qiao's husband is also here. He will restrain the underworld's soul collectors from disturbing you, allowing you to spend your remaining years with your grandfather. We don't use the Soul-Resting Tower to summon souls; it's used to recruit human spirits. Rest assured, we won't take up your dwelling place."

The grandmother lowered her eyes and spoke in a hushed voice: “Well, I guess you should leave everything to your grandfather’s arrangements. If we really have to borrow this place, I think it would be better for me to find another place to stay. It's too unsettling to be drifting around like this…”

The moment her words left her mouth, I felt a faint dizziness as if the world around me was wavering.

Maybe I was just seeing things. After all, in this dreary and dim tomb, the only light came from the faint glow of my phone tucked away in my sleeve. It's entirely possible I strained my eyes...

But, the old lady's figure seemed to blur for a moment, just like a wisp of blue smoke suddenly shaken by the wind.

She nervously clutched my brother's arm, and asked, "What's wrong...what people came outside..."

"I'll go take a look." My brother hurried into the soundproof room, flipped the switch, and ran up the passageway and stairs.

"Grandma, if you're afraid, go back to the tower first. I'll stay here and guard." I comforted her.

Grandma reached out and placed her hand on my arm. Her expression was tense, but she'd calmed down. She shook her head. "No... this isn't ordinary energy... Qiao, you can't stay here..."

"What kind of aura Can you sense it" I asked, puzzled.

"Grandma," Tai said with a wry smile, "Having been a Yin person for so many years, I've naturally felt things that normal people can't… Xiao Qiao, you should leave quickly and return to your husband's side… I, I need to go back into the tower and wait until things calm down…"

She pretended to push me, and I didn't know whether to leave or stay—even if someone came outside, my brother should be able to handle it.

"Leave here quickly, Xiao Qiao," my grandmother urged, her form gradually fading as she slipped out through the dark passage at the bottom of the coffin.

The innermost chamber of this tomb is where she resides.

I stood alone in the main tomb chamber, a little afraid. My brother and I both knew the mechanisms here, but he had already left. I needed to activate them again.

Inside the ear chamber was a diagram of nine palaces flying stars, which is a variable mechanism. When the cellar door was shut, it would revert back to its ordinary state. I quickly fiddled with it, and the cellar's mechanism creaked open with an audible sound that was very clear in the darkness.

I saw that even my great grandmother had disappeared, so I dashed across the tomb and ran up, bursting open the cellar door—

The air outside was cold and stagnant, a far cry from the warmth we had felt when we first came down.

"Brother! Qiyun!" I pushed open the cellar door and scrambled out.

The entire backyard was deserted, with neither Yu nor Younan in sight!

"Where are you returning to To the Southern Desolation" I was a little flustered, what is going on!

Just now Jiang Qiyun was still watching in the backyard. With him here, I feel like nothing unexpected will happen. Besides, this is our Mu family's ancestral home. Who would come here to cause trouble!

I quickly shut the cellar door and ran to the front yard, calling out for Aunt Zhang as I went, eager to know what was going on.

Suddenly, the clouds in the sky were scattered, and a gust of wind blew from the front yard. I shielded my face and ran forward. When I passed through the corner gate, I suddenly bumped into someone!

"Ouch!"

Before I could even shout, the man cried out in panic: “Miss! Oh my god, the guy who asked me to do corpse beauty treatment has found us!” are not registered in the underworld by City God or land deities. The ghost messengers can't detain them unless they harm someone here.""Tch, since they aren't of our kin, what's there to feel sorry...