Returning to normal life, Sheng Feng felt uneasy. Facing this rarely inhabited old house, with its dim lighting and lifeless atmosphere, left him physically and mentally exhausted.

Hearing from the people of Xiyi Realm, Sheng Feng hadn’t had time to ask before Shen Yan hurried back. Judging by his urgency, it seemed like something significant.

On an ordinary evening, the ordinary Sheng Feng was casually picking at a bowl of instant noodles in front of him, wearing an old tank top. He really didn’t want to eat this stuff anymore, but unfortunately, it was all he knew how to make.

Recently, his head would occasionally throb with pain, perhaps a lingering effect of the red light, causing him to experience dreams of both battlefield slaughter and extravagant indulgence.

The matter of the Corpse-Wrapping Array had begun to show some clues.

Sheng Feng took out his rarely used laptop and searched the web for the words “Yu Chan Feng.” The results were scarce. If what Huang Rongxin said was true, it was truly regrettable for such a prestigious family to end up like this.

Unwilling to give up, Sheng Feng typed in “Shen Zhuyao.” He expected to find nothing again, but instead, he found a wealth of information. Sheng Feng was completely unprepared for the fact that someone from over two thousand years ago still had a large following of feng shui enthusiasts.

“Does anyone know when Shen Zhuyao died?”

“Probably in the tenth year of Ning’an. The national advisor died at twenty-four.”

“Died so young?!”

“Shen Zhuyao, born in the twenty-eighth year of Tianyong, died in the tenth year of Ning’an, at the age of twenty-four, executed by hanging. Died young, but I still really like the national advisor, sob sob!”

Indeed, famous people are eternal.

Wait! National advisor? Was Shen Zhuyao ever titled as a national advisor?

My grandmother said that a national advisor who could summon ghost soldiers was buried here, and fierce ghosts feared him. Previously, the elders in our village would offer sacrifices at the slope every year, praying for protection…

A chill suddenly ran down Sheng Feng’s spine. The two accounts… unexpectedly matched up… Could Shen Zhuyao be that “national advisor who could summon ghost soldiers”?! Could Zhulong Slope’s chaotic graveyard be the burial site of a great feng shui master?!

If that’s true, then the person in the dream…

Suddenly, the ringing of a phone startled Sheng Feng, almost causing him to knock over the bowl of instant noodles in front of him. He took a deep breath and answered the call; it was from the Ministry of National Security.

“Hello! Sheng Feng? Gather your team within ten minutes and get to the National Security headquarters as quickly as possible. There’s been an emergency! Immediately! Right now!” came the voice of Tang Chengping, the director of the National Security Bureau.

Sheng Feng instantly understood the seriousness of the situation. He managed to get dressed in under a minute, calling all the team members who were on vacation as he put on his shoes at the door.

However, due to the distance, Sheng Feng was the last to arrive at National Security, barely making it on time. He screeched to a halt at the entrance, tossing his car keys to the guard as he got out, and practically sprinted to the elevator.

Everyone in the bureau was unusually busy, with the aftermath department completely empty as everyone was out on field duty.

When Sheng Feng knocked and entered the meeting room, Tang Chengping had just arrived, and the entire team of Group 7 stood on either side of the long table, waiting for orders.

Sheng Feng naturally walked to the front of the table, picked up a teacup, and took a sip: “Director Tang, what’s going on?”

Tang Chengping signaled his assistant to speak. The assistant, a capable young man, spoke quickly: “At 3:26 this afternoon, Chunping District’s First Junior High School reported an attack by an unknown entity. When the police arrived, two explosions of varying degrees occurred in the school. Initially, we suspected a premeditated attack. After the explosions, we sent personnel in and found that all the teachers and students in the school had vanished without a trace.”

“As of now, over two thousand people are missing.”

Tang Chengping added: “Half an hour ago, the Underworld suddenly contacted National Security, stating that the Heavenly Pivot Ghost Scroll had been stolen from the Underworld’s library, likely taken deliberately to cause chaos in the human world.”

Just as he finished speaking, there was a light knock on the door.

Tang Chengping: “Come in!”

The door handle turned, and Xie Bi’an entered, dressed in modern attire. He had a kind expression and gave a slight bow to Tang Chengping and Sheng Feng.

Following him was Fan Wujiu, with a stern face. After scanning everyone present, he nodded slightly at Sheng Feng.

This scene shocked all the members of Group 7 present. Some of the younger interns, who had never seen these two before, asked in confusion, only to turn pale with fright.

The paper bride couldn’t help but exclaim, immediately receiving a sharp glare from Sheng Feng. She lowered her head and whispered to Tian Nan Di Bei: “What’s going on? Is it so serious that they had to invite these two deities?”

Tian Nan Di Bei was also in great shock: “I’ve been in this field for so long, but I’ve never seen Black and White Impermanence appear together.”

Xie Bi’an, with his impeccable manners, looked like the boy next door in his casual clothes. He bowed and said: “This matter is indeed due to our negligence in the Underworld. Yan Jun has sent us to assist Leader Sheng in capturing the culprit. As for the function of the Heavenly Pivot Ghost Scroll, we will inform Leader Sheng in due course.”

Tang Chengping gave Sheng Feng a meaningful look. His relationship with the Underworld wasn’t deep; he had only heard bits and pieces from Huang Rongxin. His main concern was finding the two thousand missing teachers and students.

Sheng Feng returned the gesture: “Seventh Lord, you’re too kind. Thank you both for coming to help. Time is of the essence; we should head to the scene.”

The main force of Group 7 naturally followed Sheng Feng. The interns, being less capable, were left to stay at National Security. Tian Nan Di Bei dissolved into shadows, merging into the ground, while Little Mayfly was gently carried into the car by Sheng Feng.

As the vehicle started, Xie Bi’an said: “With the theft of the Heavenly Pivot Ghost Scroll, the Underworld is in chaos. Fortunately, the scroll has a tracking substance. We traced it, only to find it had been taken to the human world. This person has malicious intent, so everyone must be cautious.”

Sheng Feng: “Seventh Lord, what is the function of the Heavenly Pivot Ghost Scroll?”

Xie Bi’an sighed: “That’s the strange part. The Heavenly Pivot Ghost Scroll is just an ancient secret scroll, preserved by Yan Jun due to its long history. Because of this, the guards were careless, allowing the thief to exploit the opportunity. But it’s just an ordinary scroll; causing such a commotion is truly unwarranted.”

“In any case, saving people is the priority. Yan Jun specifically instructed that the scroll is not important; finding the living is what matters.”

The paper bride sat next to Fan Wujiu, not daring to make a sound. Her usual coquettish demeanor was gone, fearing that this elder brother might take her soul to the Underworld if displeased.

Fan Wujiu was cold and had pulled many fierce ghosts’ pipa bones with his soul-reaping rope. The paper bride had suffered from it before, and the shadow of it lingered even after many years. On the other hand, Xie Bi’an, with his clear eyebrows and harmless appearance, naturally made people feel good about him.

Xie Bi’an looked around: “Is Lord Shen not here?”

Sheng Feng: “A few days ago, Xiyi Realm sent a message, and he had to leave for some business.”

Fan Wujiu, who had been silent, spoke up: “Recently, Nugu Realm has changed rulers. The new king seems intent on unifying the ghost realms, so Shen Yan is probably busy with that.”

Sheng Feng keenly caught the key point in Fan Wujiu’s words and turned to ask him: “Nugu Realm has changed rulers?”

Xie Bi’an smiled: “Leader Sheng, it seems you were unaware of this.”

Little Mayfly stumbled over from the back seat. Since she transformed to help Sheng Feng last time, she seemed to be shrinking in height. Sheng Feng placed her on his lap.

Little Mayfly spoke with a childish tone: “The ruler of Nugu Realm, Gou Louyang, is extremely powerful. It’s said he defeated three thousand puppets of Nugu Realm single-handedly to ascend the throne. It’s only been three years since he took over, how could…”

This little girl’s voice was childish, yet her demeanor was entirely that of an adult. Xie Bi’an looked at her approvingly: “Gou Louyang is indeed a formidable Ghost King. There are no more than five people in the world who could defeat him. This time, he must have been outsmarted.”

After Xie Bi’an finished speaking, the speeding vehicle slowly came to a stop. Sheng Feng was the first to open the car door and jump out. The flashing police lights surrounded the entire school, and parents were gathered at the entrance, crying and shouting. Sheng Feng immediately spotted Dou Zhang, the head of the aftermath department, sweating profusely.

Seeing Sheng Feng, Dou Zhang looked as if he’d seen a savior. He wiped his sweat and pushed Sheng Feng towards the cordon: “These parents are going crazy with worry. Go check the scene quickly, so I have an excuse to calm them down.”

Sheng Feng didn’t bother with pleasantries and quickly led the main force of Group 7 across the cordon.

The school had its power restored, and the lights were bright. However, from downstairs, it was clear that the lit classrooms were completely empty.

A place once filled with laughter was now eerily devoid of any human presence, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

The principal stood at the school gate, nervously rubbing his hands. Several SWAT officers stood beside him, also appearing somewhat helpless.

The SWAT team leader shook hands with Sheng Feng, who asked: “What’s the current situation?”

The SWAT team leader replied: “After the two explosions, we’ve conducted a thorough search of the entire school and found no trace of anyone.”

Sheng Feng: “Where did the explosions occur? Take us there.”

The SWAT team leader nodded and led the way. Sheng Feng and the others followed him as he led a team up to the rooftop of the teaching building. To prevent students from climbing up, no stairs were installed, leaving only a square opening that allowed one person to pass through.

At this moment, an iron ladder had been set up under the square opening. The SWAT team leader was the first to climb up, and Tian Nan Di Bei, in shadow form, moved the fastest, floating up the ladder to the rooftop.

Sheng Feng looked at Xie Bi’an, as if asking something. Xie Bi’an shook his head: “There’s no yin energy; it shouldn’t be caused by vengeful spirits.”

Sheng Feng nimbly climbed up, and as soon as he stood, his attention was drawn to a large, charred, and eerie pattern on the spacious rooftop.

Sheng Feng had never seen anything so strange. The pattern covered almost the entire building, its size somewhat absurd.

Xie Bi’an followed closely behind, but when he reached the rooftop and glanced at the ground, he acted as if nothing had happened, prompting Sheng Feng to ask: “Seventh Lord, have you seen this pattern before?”

Xie Bi’an asked in confusion: “What pattern?”

Sheng Feng pointed to the charred ground, growing more puzzled. How could Xie Bi’an not see something so large?

Xie Bi’an’s expression instantly froze.

The paper bride looked around: “What? It’s just a broken rooftop, nothing here and it’s so dirty!”

At this moment, Sheng Feng realized the seriousness of the situation. His eyes met Xie Bi’an’s, and Xie Bi’an said solemnly: “Leader Sheng, what do you see here?”