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You want me to become a self-taught genius without even entering the sect? This doesn't seem logical!

The old man's scarlet eyes glanced at me faintly, and there seemed to be memories related to the past in his eyes. He paused for a moment before saying, "Pure purification depends on the heart, not on the method, the method comes from the external source, and is born from the heart. This old man has guarded the underworld for tens of thousands of years, and has a method, but this heart was not born with it."

No heart? As long as one was born with it, how could they not have a heart? How do you survive without a heart? Even if it was a deity, the heart should be an important organ.

However, judging from the old man's appearance, this should be one of his hidden pains. If I recklessly ask him, he might not tell me. I moved my mouth and repressed the question in my mind.

"Then what you mean is that I want to learn this purification myself? But I'm really not familiar with the underworld at all, and I don't even know how to practice this purification. How do you expect me to do it? "

The old man replied, "You don't have to worry about this. Although I can't teach you, I can still guide you. You can wear your feather clothes first. I have something to take you to the Yin Street. The purification practice will begin there."

After saying that, the old man's figure disappeared from my sight. I quickly put on my clothes and didn't waste any time.

In the underworld, feathered clothes were the ordinary clothes that ghosts often wore. No matter what era, what family background they had before they died, as long as they reached the underworld, feathered clothes were the only clothes they could wear.

It was just because the levels of the various ghosts were different that the material, color, and patterns of the embroidered patterns on the feathered clothing were slightly different.

For example, Zi Sang'an was a member of the Nether Realm's Royal Family. His feathered clothes were pure white, and the patterns embroidered on them were the Underworld King's totem, the Taotie. As for the other grades of the Ghost Clan, they would be separated into different grades according to their status in the Underworld. Different colors meant that the higher the level, the lighter the color. Different ornaments represented different families, but only royalty could use them.

It was just like the paper man he had seen on the street. He was a high-class noble and wore a white and slightly yellow feathered robe. He should have been wearing an ornament on his clothes, but I didn't see it clearly when I saw him twice, when he was married and carrying a flower on his back.

But I think he's just embroidering a piece of paper or a tree!

The old man told me a lot more about the families and the shops on the street, which confused me. I could still remember what he said before, but in the end, the more he talked, the more I forgot what I remembered.

I only remembered this one sentence: If people don't offend me, then I will go to the prisoners as well. Moreover, I have to look for the kind of criminals who are extremely wicked, but can't even use a deceptive trick on themselves. Once I have committed the crime, I will be able to do it as I please.

It was a bit of a game of courting death.

This is actually a form of bullying the weak and I am a little unwilling. However, thinking about the fact that I don't have any other ability besides bullying the weak, I could only reluctantly agree to it.

Oh, and we talked about the pawnshop. Listening to the old man's words, the pawnshop on the shady street had existed for a long time. The main purpose of its business was not to earn money.

Generally, dead beings that had just arrived on the street brought along the merits of their previous lives. This kind of thing seemed illusory, but in reality, it was like a point obtained in the mortal world. The deadline was the day of death. The ghosts could use their merits points to exchange for money or help.

He must have exchanged it for a lot of money. Otherwise, how could the pawnshop look so shabby. Speaking of which, wasn't the boss afraid of losing money doing such a business? It was just a trade for her merits, so there was no actual use …

The old man seemed to see what I was thinking and said, "Don't underestimate those merits that are being betrayed. Many evil spirits who have done evil deeds in their previous life but have a high status after would occasionally go to the pawnshop to buy some merits that have been duped by others. Those that aren't worthy of their descendants would be sold at a higher price than those that are collected."

So there was actually such a place in the Underworld that could be connected to the mortal world! I thought that after death, it would have nothing to do with the mortal world. I didn't think that there would be such a place.

But if that's the case, then what about the items that Shen Ta and I exchanged with the pawnshop last time? Did he unknowingly use my merits?

Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly asked the old man, "The last time I came to the Yin Street, I went to that pawnshop and got some stuff. Don't tell me that I didn't know about my merits and took it for granted?"

The elder actually laughed when he saw how flustered I was. "I'm afraid that the shopkeeper doesn't have the guts to obtain anything from you." He passed it to me and continued, "I have also heard about the matter of you coming to the Yin Street last time, and I seem to have offended that family of white paper. Afterwards, the white paper actually went as far as to brazenly ask His Highness to order you, and His Highness was so angry that he directly destroyed that white paper, now there is no family of white paper left on the Yin Street."

The White Paper family was quite impressive. However, that paper man actually asked Zi Sang An for me? This was a bit unexpected, but the Sang San's body was actually able to directly exterminate his clan. This was even more surprising. However, despite the unexpected circumstances, he still felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

"We're here." The old man stopped in the clouds and we appeared over a deserted street.

All the storefronts were open, and even though there was no wind, one could still see the occasional swing of the door-frame windows.

I looked at him doubtfully for a moment. "No one is out now?"

"No, they are all on the street. It's just that you can't see them now, so take out the bag that I gave you just now."

"Oh!" He thought it was for my pocket money.

I held the small, round cloth bag in front of me. "What is this?" The kneading was still very soft and elastic. The inside seemed to be a little wet, and this black cloth bag was a little damp.

"Eat it." The old man didn't explain. He made a hand gesture with his finger and the cloth bag disappeared. The round object inside also completely appeared in front of my eyes.

I just took a look and my stomach immediately churned and I almost vomited!

It was actually a bloody eyeball!

"How can we eat this!" I shakily held the eyeball and really wanted to throw it down. However, the old man's eyes were extremely sharp, as if even if I threw those eyeballs down, he would pick them up and put them back into my mouth.

"Don't bite through it, just swallow it." The elder's tone carried a slight sense of command, "Only by eating it can you see everything in the underworld. Otherwise, with your eyes in the mortal world, you wouldn't be able to see so many things!" The old man shifted his gaze to the long street beneath the clouds. "Can you see now that the street is crowded with people?"

I looked down, and it was still completely empty, not even the wind. "Can't see it," I said.

"Eat it." The old man continued to urge.

I stared at the eye for three minutes, and then I lost.

There was no other way. After all, I was a weak person and needed strength. Just think of it as swallowing an unpleasant sugar ball.

With that thought in his mind, his expression was no better than if he were to die.

When the cow's eye first entered my mouth, I threw up a little, and was about to spit out my mouth, when the old man, who had always been so respectful to me, suddenly covered my mouth with one hand, and put the other on the back of my head. The hand that was covering my mouth pushed back, and the hand that was supporting the back of my head caught it, and my head was held at an angle to the sky.

I'm going crazy! The size of an ox's eyeballs! How big my throat is! The two weren't even in the right ratio at all!

It was like using a basketball as a billiard ball and having to let it in.

For a moment, I felt as if my windpipe had been attacked like never before. Not to mention breathing, I could even hear the crackling sound coming from my throat as it traveled down my skull to my eardrums and affected my cerebral cortex.

I don't even know how I got here! I felt like I was suffocating. The cow's eyes finally rolled into my esophagus, then they turned into a stream of heat and flowed into my stomach before spreading all over my body.

After swallowing the cow's eyes, the way I looked at the old man changed. If I previously respected him, then now, I'm a little afraid of him. I'm afraid he's going to find something dangerous and stuff it into my mouth!

"Did you swallow it?"

The old man asked with a smile.

If I don't swallow it down, I probably won't be able to return to the mortal world and will very easily be left in the underworld.

"If you swallow it down, then take a look at this Yin Street."

I took a deep, frightened breath and stuck my head out over the edge of the cloud.

The previously desolate street was now filled with all sorts of people! Some looked shiny and shiny, while others didn't even want to look at them.

The last time I came, I was with Shen Tuo. At that time, I could actually see the people on the street, because before I came, Shen Tuo did a ritual that would affect our bodies and at least our eyes.

But it was different this time. The old man had said that when we came to the street, it was because I was forcefully thrown in by the Skinner along with my body. If I don't cover myself, I won't be as lucky as I was last time. As long as I get to the Yin Street, I will definitely be recognized by those evil spirits.

Furthermore, I did it in order to learn the Purification Technique. It is unavoidable for me to be injured. In order to prevent the smell of my injured blood irritating the berserk spirits, swallowing this cow's eyeball is a necessity.

I stared fixedly at the "people" walking on the street. My feet suddenly swayed, and after a moment of dizziness, I was already from the sky to the ground, and in a corner where there was no one.

The elder withdrew the cloud beneath his feet and said, "I can only send you here."