The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

Tu Shansong smiled, indicating that Ying Ni's answer was correct.

"I remember that the blood talent of your demon race is incomparable to that of humans." Ying Li was puzzled by the kindness shown by Tu Shansong.

Tushan Song, however, revealed his deep concern about the current situation of the demon race: "Indeed, our demon race is superior to humans in talent. However, since ancient times, the path of cultivation has always been full of hardships for us. What's more, in this era of thin spiritual energy, cultivation has become extremely difficult, and even transformation has become extremely difficult." His words revealed his helplessness at the fact that there were very few Tushan foxes who transformed over the past few hundred years.

"So what?" Ying Ni was puzzled. She couldn't solve it. It was a problem of the overall environment.

"So I'd like to ask you to be the special advisor to our group three. This is the benefit of being a special advisor, you can take a look."

Tu Shansong opened the file on his mobile phone and placed it in front of Ying Nian.

Ying Ni looked at the document and said, "How about this, please make a copy for me and I'll go back and think about it."

"Okay." Seeing that Ying Meng did not agree directly, Tu Shansong took back his phone.

"Team leader, we have completed the detailed investigation of this case." The team member reported to Tu Shansong.

"In that case, we might as well go to the scene and check it out ourselves." Tu Shansong put forward his own suggestion after hearing the team members' report.

"Okay, team leader." The team member responded.

The two stood up and walked towards the crime scene together. Tu Shansong asked anxiously, "What's the situation at the scene?"

"Team leader, based on our preliminary analysis and investigation, this incident is very likely related to the Sakura Organization, and they seem to be interfering behind the scenes." A man with an elegant appearance reported to Tu Shansong.

"Damn, it's that group of people again. They've been causing all kinds of trouble lately, which is really a headache." Tu Shansong was very angry when he heard the news, but he also knew clearly that in the face of such a cross-border issue, he could not make a decision on his own.

"Linsuo, prepare a detailed report and submit it to the director as soon as possible." Although he was filled with anger, Tu Shansong still calmly arranged the next work.

"Pull back." Tu Shansong, with a hint of reluctance, ordered his teammates to withdraw. Before leaving, he left a token for Ying Ni, hoping that she would understand his intentions.

As night fell, the sky grew darker. Ying Ni sat cross-legged in an open space near the accident site, quietly awaiting a specific moment. As time slowly passed, midnight finally arrived. Ying Ni opened her eyes, as deep as the night sky, as if she could glimpse the mysteries of life and death. In her hand, she gently grasped an ancient jade flute, the bridge between the Yin and Yang realms. Ying Ni thought to herself: In the past, she would have needed no medium; relying solely on her innate talent and strength, she could easily communicate with both realms. However, after her cultivation was suppressed, her power was greatly weakened, forcing her to rely on this jade flute to restore and maintain her connection with the Yin and Yang realms. Fortunately, she had not abandoned the jade flute before.

As Ying Xuan softly chanted the ancient incantation, a mysterious, ancient rhythm filled the air. Her voice, deep and melodious, seemed to traverse the vast river of time and space, awakening an ancient power dormant between heaven and earth. The temperature around them plummeted, as if every molecule in the air were trembling. An indescribable force began to brew in the air, brewing the promise of a miracle.

The souls left lingering after the car accident, those who left unfulfilled wishes in the human world, seemed to sense a mysterious call. They had wandered aimlessly in the darkness, lost in endless pain and memories. However, Ying Ni's spell was like a beacon, illuminating their path and guiding them to their destination.

The dead souls ceased their meaningless wanderings, their eyes flickering with a faint light, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope in the darkness. They gathered around Ying Ni, circling her as if expressing their gratitude and respect. A solemn and dignified atmosphere filled the air, as if the entire world had stood still at this moment, simply to witness this mysterious ceremony.

Ying Ni's chant grew louder and louder, her body seemingly merging with the surrounding natural forces, becoming one and inseparable. The departed souls found peace in her chant, their spirits purified, as if about to embark on a new journey. At this moment, Ying Ni was not only the chanter of the spell, but also a bridge connecting life and death, light and darkness.

In the silent night, Ying Ni's voice echoed through the darkness like an irresistible command, carrying an undeniable majesty. As her powerful words fell, a dark and mysterious light burst forth from the jade flute in her hand, shooting straight into the sky like a bolt of lightning, instantly illuminating the night sky like daylight.

Under the illumination of this light, the surrounding air seemed to tremble, as if space were being torn apart by an invisible force. Guided by the light, an ancient and solemn gate to the underworld slowly emerged from the void. Carved upon the gate were various hideous, ghostly patterns, which seemed to reveal the secrets of another world. Emitting a faint blue light, it seemed like a portal to another world, evoking a mysterious and eerie aura.

The gate slowly opened, as if welcoming a mysterious presence. The dim light and hideous patterns intertwined to form an unforgettable scene. Ying Ni stood there, her gaze firm, as if she were the one who controlled life and death, guiding souls into another world.

At the center of the majestic gate, two mysterious figures gradually emerged, one black, one white, as if they had stepped out of ancient legends and storybooks. Hei Wuchang, clad in a solemn, deep black robe and a towering hat, its brim etched with four striking characters: "Peace Under Heaven." His face was as iron-cast, chillingly gloomy, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's, seemingly able to penetrate all illusions. In his hand, he clutched a chain that gleamed with a cold light, as if ready to lock away lost souls.

Meanwhile, Bai Wuchang, dressed in a white robe as pure as snow, also wore a towering hat, the brim of which bore the golden characters "一见生财." His face was as pale as paper, as if it had never seen the sun. A mysterious smile played on his lips, making it impossible to fathom his thoughts. In his hand, he waved a spirit-calling banner, which swayed gently, making a subtle sound in the night breeze, as if beckoning lost souls.

Their steps were light and graceful, as fluid as a dance, yet exuding an irresistible majesty. Each step seemed to silently announce their arrival, as if the entire world had stopped for their presence. The dim light of the street lamps shone upon them, but seemed unable to penetrate the mysterious and profound darkness, only illuminating their figures with a more eerie outline, as if they themselves were the embodiment of darkness and light, wandering on the edge of the yin and yang realms.