The entire village quickly turned into something akin to Hell.

Blood was everywhere, and the screams rose and fell like waves.

Tianmiao and Cui Wenyan walked slowly, watching a villager being bitten, crying, wailing, struggling, until there wasn’t a trace of life left. Cui Wenyan frowned slightly; such scenes she saw for the first time. Even after opening her Heavenly Eye, she was much stronger mentally but still not quite accustomed.

As for Tianmiao, watching the blood-soaked, screaming and wailing villagers, his face slowly revealed a smile. A smile that was both beautiful and extremely cold.

Aunt Jiang and Uncle Jiang lay paralyzed on the ground, trembling all over, their faces pale as paper: "Who, who the hell are these people?"

"Old Wu was right, these people aren’t ones we can mess with."

"What do we do now?"

"Quick, quick, let’s go back, bring our son, and escape." Uncle Jiang scrambled towards home, crawling and rolling. Aunt Jiang followed behind him, regretting deeply. If they’d known, they would’ve poisoned the food and killed these people.

The vengeful ghost finally realized a problem: no matter how he ran, he couldn’t escape the village. He could eat some villagers, but couldn’t eat certain girls and ghosts; when he tried, he felt a burning pain in his mouth. The villagers he could eat were all his so-called followers!

"Go ahead." Tianmiao looked at the vengeful ghost at a dead end ahead and spoke lightly to Cui Wenyan.

Cui Wenyan shook the Bell in her hand, took out the Nine Bends Whip, and charged forward.

This was a one-sided beating.

The vengeful ghost’s figure was originally several people tall, but after Cui Wenyan whipped back and forth, he eventually shrank to the size of a small child.

Cui Wenyan was about to whip again, but Tianmiao stopped her.

"Hmm? Master?" Cui Wenyan asked, puzzled.

"Call the Ghost Messenger to handle it. There are too many ghosts here. Let them take this vengeful ghost away too." Tianmiao glanced at the vengeful ghost curled up on the ground, too frightened to move.

"Won’t that benefit this vengeful ghost?" Cui Wenyan unwillingly retracted the Nine Bends Whip.

"The Ghost Messenger needs achievements, the Underworld also needs achievements. If you whip him until his soul disperses now, it would truly benefit him. Hell is not just a noun." Tianmiao smiled, "He should go to Hell and enjoy it. Use the Hand Technique I taught you to summon the Ghost Messenger."

"Okay." Cui Wenyan immediately performed the Hand Technique, and a strange rhythm spread out.

Soon enough, a Ghost Messenger arrived.

And it was a familiar face.

"How come it’s you?" Cui Wenyan asked in surprise, looking at the Ghost Messenger dressed in black who appeared before her.

"Hehe, it’s me. From now on, I’ll be in charge of you specifically, but I’m still in my internship period." The Ghost Messenger smiled shyly, "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Wei Yu."

This Ghost Messenger named Wei Yu was actually the high school soul that Cui Wenyan saved at school last time and later rescued by her.

"Didn’t expect you’d become a Ghost Messenger, congratulations. But you’re specifically responsible for my area? Because we’re old acquaintances?" Cui Wenyan smiled and congratulated.

"Yes, yes, thanks to you guys, thank you, thank you." Wei Yu smiled, saluting Tianmiao, "Didn’t get to thank the lord last time. Thank you for the lord’s great mercy."

Tianmiao waved his hand, signifying no need to be courteous. Only Tianmiao knew that the Underworld probably had the intention of getting close to her by assigning an inexperienced Ghost Messenger to handle Cui Wenyan. It seems they would soon approach her.

"Come guide the souls to the Underworld, there are so many here." Cui Wenyan said.

"There really are so many! For my first task, with such a big achievement, the seniors are surely going to be jealous." Wei Yu was stunned by the number of ghosts before him.