Chapter 487 - 494: Taking a Ghost Servant

The unlucky ghost had already been registered, but now he had fallen into the Forget River. If the higher-ups found out, none of them would be able to escape.

They would definitely be punished!

The Ghost Messengers exchanged glances, unsure of how to handle the situation for a moment.

"What do we do? Even if we pull him out now, his body is tainted with the aura of the Forget River. He can’t reincarnate anymore!"

"Hiss... if he goes and reports us, aren’t we all finished?"

The three Ghost Messengers who had been escorting the unlucky ghost and the vicious soul looked the most worried.

Their punishment would surely be the most severe!

"Help me..."

The unlucky ghost was still begging for his life in despair. Everyone looked at him with expressions full of pity.

He had been on the verge of reincarnation, only for something like this to happen.

Suddenly, one of the Ghost Messengers had an idea and scurried over to Song Wanning’s side.

"My Lady, are you in need of a ghost servant?"

He had an obsequious look on his face, clearly trying to curry favor.

Song Wanning said nothing, merely staring at him until he started to feel awkward.

Only then did he whisper to Song Wanning, "It’s like this, My Lady. The unlucky ghost has fallen into the Forget River and can no longer reincarnate. Becoming a ghost servant is his only option now."

"And we’re afraid that if the Netherworld King finds out, he’ll strip us of our positions as Ghost Messengers. So, we’d like to make a deal with you, My Lady. What do you think?"

The Ghost Messenger had assumed Song Wanning was soft-hearted, but she remained expressionless and completely unmoved.

He had no choice but to propose terms to get this matter buried as quickly as possible.

"What kind of deal?"

Song Wanning’s expression finally changed as she raised an eyebrow at him.

’If they want me to clean up their mess, they’ll have to pay a suitable price. I’m not doing it for free.’

"Ahem. We know of a place in the Netherworld where the Rebirth Flower grows. It can summon back the Divine Souls of the dead."

"Although it’s only for a brief meeting, it can fulfill the long-cherished wishes of many people."

The Ghost Messenger watched Song Wanning’s expression carefully. After all, the Rebirth Flower’s function was completely useless to some, but to others, it was no different from a supreme treasure.

"Only for mortals?"

Song Wanning’s interest was piqued. She thought of the other invader; perhaps this item could be useful.

But if it only worked on mortals, it would be useless.

"No, it’s also effective on Cultivators. As long as they haven’t been dead for more than fifty years, there’s a chance to recall a wisp of their Divine Soul. The duration is just very short, and it can’t bring the dead back to life..."

Some people, upon seeing the soul of a deceased person reappear, would get ideas about resurrecting the dead.

But that was an absolute impossibility. When a Cultivator died, they were dead for good!

Hearing this, Song Wanning’s heart skipped a beat. ’If that’s true, then I really have to go find it. If I can get my hands on this Rebirth Flower, some things will become much simpler!’

"Alright. It’s a deal. But if you’re lying to me..."

She narrowed her eyes, her threatening gaze falling upon the Ghost Messenger, who immediately shivered.

"Rest assured, My Lady, we would never dare to deceive you. We only ask that you keep this matter under wraps."

The Ghost Messenger gave an ingratiating smile. This lady’s Cultivation was extraordinary; she was not someone to be trifled with.

"Mm."

Song Wanning gave a slight nod, indicating her agreement.

The Ghost Messenger immediately told Song Wanning the location. "It’s just that the path there is extremely dangerous. You must be careful, My Lady."

Then, he hurried over to pull up the unlucky ghost. He erased the mark on his body, and at the same time, the name on the register disappeared.

Next, the Ghost Messenger taught the unlucky ghost how to acknowledge a master, and soon he became Song Wanning’s ghost servant.

Seeing the matter resolved, the Ghost Messengers finally broke into smiles. They happily finished their shift and went back to rest.

As for Song Wanning, she took the unlucky ghost and headed for a more distant place.

Along the way, the unlucky ghost looked completely devoid of any will to live. Perhaps falling into the Forget River had made him give up on himself completely.

Song Wanning didn’t mind. In any case, she couldn’t stay in the Netherworld forever. When the time came, she could simply sever the connection.

’However, although this unlucky ghost’s fortune won’t affect me, if his bad luck causes constant trouble and slows my progress, I won’t tolerate it.’

After all, she didn’t owe the unlucky ghost anything.

Thus, without any psychological burden, Song Wanning began to wander around leisurely.

At this moment, Song Wanning found herself missing the map function of the Three Lives Mirror.

The Netherworld was so vast, and she had no sense of direction. She had no idea how long she would have to wander around in this Rebirth Valley.

’Oh well. I don’t have any other goals besides the Rebirth Flower anyway. I’ll just treat this as a tour and broaden my horizons.’

So, for the time that followed, Song Wanning wandered through Rebirth Valley. She encountered many Ghost Messengers escorting mortal souls from all directions toward the Forget River.

"Just how many people die in a single day?"

The Golden Small Sword was stunned. It had tried counting at first, but now it had completely lost track.

"Well, this place is connected to the Spirit Realm and countless Small Thousand Realms. Of course a lot of people die."

The Dragon Spirit widened its eyes earnestly, its gaze sweeping over the mortal souls.

It could feel the auras on these people; some of them even had a faint trace of Spiritual Energy.

"Sister, some of the mortal souls have faint Spiritual Energy, and some don’t. What’s going on?"

The Dragon Spirit found it strange. ’How could mortals have Spiritual Energy?’

Song Wanning was also a little surprised to hear this. "Perhaps those who carry Spiritual Energy might have a chance of possessing a Spirit Root after reincarnation?"

She wasn’t too sure herself. After all, the Netherworld had been disconnected from the outside world for too long, and related records were few and far between. Everything was just speculation.

"So that’s how it is!"

The Dragon Spirit, however, believed that whatever its sister said was right and immediately showed a look of sudden realization.

Song Wanning was speechless.

She gave a helpless smile and continued walking forward.

As she walked on, the number of mortal souls dwindled. The surroundings grew quieter, and even more sinister.

Even she started to feel a little uncomfortable.

She frowned and looked into the distance, suddenly spotting a tall tower.

Sinister winds howled around the tower, lightning flashed everywhere, and layers of restrictive spells surrounded it, yet they couldn’t conceal the Evil Qi emanating from within.

Song Wanning counted; the tower had exactly eighteen layers.

’Is this the Eighteen Layers of Hell the Ghost Messengers mentioned?’

’The place where they imprison vicious souls?’

Legend had it that the Eighteen Layers of Hell housed those who had committed every imaginable evil, people who bore immense sin.

They had to endure endless torture to wash away their sins before they could be reincarnated as humans again.

That vicious soul from before should have entered the tower by now.

Song Wanning was a little curious and prepared to take a closer look, but as soon as she got a bit nearer, her Divine Soul felt waves of dizziness, and her head throbbed with a splitting pain.

Just then, she happened to run into the two Ghost Messengers who had escorted the vicious soul earlier. They came running out of the tower, cursing, their faces deathly pale. They did not look well at all.

Upon seeing Song Wanning, they immediately bowed in salute. After all, this lady was their benefactor.