I Have A Dual World Seal-Chapter 831: The Origin of the Ghost Head Infant
"Young Master Lu!?"
Duan Huanzhen exclaimed in surprise as he saw Lu Zheng and Shen Ying appear, standing in a corner of the Mountain God Temple.
The female ghost also saw the two and her pupils contracted sharply. In the next moment, her figure was enveloped in a swirl of black smoke, retreating straight toward the back of the Mountain God Temple.
However, as she turned her head, she saw wisps of pink mist drifting in the corridor leading to the back. Although it seemed harmless, she could sense the sharp killing intent contained within.
It was definitely not something she could resist.
A master!
A great master!
There's no escape!
Thinking of this, the female ghost's face turned ashen, cursing her colleagues thousands of times in her heart, but she could only turn back, surrendering herself.
"Sirs, please hear me out. I am merely a wandering ghost from the Netherworld. That Ghost Head Infant forcefully abducted me for work, casting a spell seal on me. I had no choice. I beg you, sirs, to spare my life!"
You Che remained silent, while Lu Zheng and Shen Ying smiled without speaking. Only Duan Huanzhen acted alongside her, "Be at ease. Come with us back to the Anomaly Suppression Bureau. If you can help us eliminate that Ghost Head Infant, a mere spell seal is nothing we can't handle."
Lu Zheng and Shen Ying exchanged a smile.
Regardless of whether the female ghost was telling the truth, just seeing how she didn't care about those children's lives, it's clear she's someone who disdains the lives of mortal beings.
The female ghost was captured and had her magical powers sealed by You Che.
Only then did Lu Zheng speak to Duan Huanzhen, "Did the Anomaly Suppression Bureau discover these child abduction cases? When my senior brother passed by Yuhe County yesterday, the County Government Office there hadn't noticed the ghostly involvement and hadn't reported it."
Duan Huanzhen replied, "It wasn't reported by Yuhe County; it was by Pingtan County."
"Pingtan County? Master Guangyue?"
Duan Huanzhen shook his head, then nodded.
"It was Duan Changzai. We don't stay idle in Yizhou Prefecture all the time. He happened to be on patrol in Pingtan County and encountered an old ghost. With Master Guangyue's help, they captured it and learned about this matter."
"I see," Lu Zheng understood.
Just judging by this female ghost and the ghost from Yuhe County, their Dao practice isn't weak. Guangyue alone might find it hard to deal with them.
Of course, this 'not weak' is only in terms of ordinary abnormal people.
"By the way, what's the story with this Ghost Head Infant, being so rampant?" Lu Zheng asked.
"The Ghost Head Infant is an old ghost from the Netherworld, claiming to be the Ten Thousand Transformations Saint Infant," Duan Huanzhen explained.
"A hundred years ago, it came to the mortal world causing havoc, intending to slaughter ten thousand infants and cultivate the Ten Thousand Infant Sacred Realm. It was severely injured and fled back to the Netherworld. I didn't expect it to emerge again after just a century, planning a grand feast of a thousand children!"
Lu Zheng couldn't help but gasp, "So rampant yet still alive?"
Could it be a top master?
Duan Huanzhen shook his head, "It's unclear. Anyway, it only got severely injured. We initially thought it would be finished off by other Ghost Kings after its injury, but it disappeared for a hundred years and now it's back."
Lu Zheng nodded, realizing that even with the Soul Splitting Technique, as long as those old ghosts from the Netherworld truly wanted to hide, unless it's a top figure, it would be hard for ordinary people to deal with them.
Hearing their conversation and desperate to survive, Lord Lian quickly interjected, "That Ghost Head Infant is from the lineage of Profound Yin Mountain. I once saw the Saint Infant... no, saw that Ghost Head Infant speaking with a white-clothed female ghost, mentioning this matter."
"Profound Yin Mountain!"
Lu Zheng and Shen Ying exchanged glances, surprised that yet another ghost from Profound Yin Mountain had appeared.
"Profound Yin Mountain?"
Duan Huanzhen and You Che exchanged a glance, clearly unfamiliar with this faction.
After all, the Profound Yin Divine Monarch had resided in the Netherworld for years, and it was a long time ago, so ordinary abnormal people wouldn't have heard of it.
"Does Young Master Lu know Profound Yin Mountain?" Duan Huanzhen couldn't help but ask.
Lu Zheng nodded, "There used to be a Profound Yin Divine Monarch in the Netherworld, incredibly formidable. Later, he ascended to the Upper Realm. Those who served him, though not true disciples, claimed to be his disciples and formed the lineage of Profound Yin Mountain."
Duan Huanzhen and You Che's pupils contracted sharply.
Nothing else needed to be said; upon hearing "ascended to the Upper Realm," they knew the power of the Profound Yin Divine Monarch.
"A disciple of the Profound Yin Divine Monarch?"
"Not quite a disciple," Lu Zheng said. "It's said the Profound Yin Divine Monarch never took disciples. The ones on Profound Yin Mountain who served him were ghost servants who were the last batch before his ascension. Of course, they received some of his cultivation techniques."
You Che and Duan Huanzhen breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as there's no true discipleship."
It's easy to imagine the trouble a true disciple of a top figure would bring.
Yet, considering that a ghost servant of the Profound Yin Divine Monarch dared to claim the title of Ten Thousand Transformations Saint Infant and caused havoc in the mortal world without dying a hundred years ago... it shows that even the ordinary legacy of the Profound Yin Divine Monarch is formidable.
"So, does he have other ghost servants helping each other in the lineage of Profound Yin Mountain, allowing him to safely get through a hundred years even severely injured?" Duan Huanzhen murmured to himself.
"Possibly," Lu Zheng nodded.
"Luckily, we had Young Master Lu's help; otherwise, even if we captured her, I'm afraid the lives of these six children wouldn't have been saved," Duan Huanzhen added.
"You're welcome," Lu Zheng smiled. "I was just prompted by my senior brother's encounter with the Yuhe County matter, which made me take it seriously and come here. It turned out to be organized crime."
Shen Ying asked, "The Ghost Head Infant sent out ten people; how many have been caught so far?"
"Including Yuhe County, there are just these three in Yizhou Prefecture," Duan Huanzhen replied. "But Lord Chu has reported to the Lingbei Dao Anomaly Suppression Bureau, investigating everywhere, and I believe they won't stay hidden for long."
"Why are there three just in Yizhou Prefecture?" Shen Ying frowned. "Is the Ghost Head Infant's location in the Netherworld close to Yizhou Prefecture?"
You Che nodded, "The last time the Ghost Head Infant appeared, it was in Lingbei Dao."
"Alright," Lu Zheng nodded, estimating that the Ghost Head Infant's territory in the Netherworld, with its nearest Yin-Yang Road exit close to Lingbei Dao.
"If you need my help, just come to me," Lu Zheng offered.
"Good!" Duan Huanzhen nodded with a smile, "Although the Ghost Head Infant hasn't trained any powerful subordinates in the past hundred years, we should be able to handle it."
The four chatted for a bit, then You Che casually killed the two little ghosts, and he and Duan Huanzhen left with the female ghost and eight children.
Shen Ying looked at Lu Zheng, "Is there anything we need to do?"
She knew very well that the Cloud Palace Treasure Mirror was actually the Profound Yin Divine Mirror. If the Ghost Head Infant knew about it, it would certainly come.
"It's fine," Lu Zheng shook his head with a smile. "Since he has provoked the Anomaly Suppression Bureau, it's none of our concern anymore."
Shen Ying raised her eyebrows, watching Lu Zheng continue, "But we should pay attention if the Ghost Head Infant dares to enter the mortal world again. We must ensure he doesn't retreat to the Netherworld to survive another hundred years."
Shen Ying chuckled lightly and nodded; that was more like Lu Zheng.
