Frightening Joke: Above the Mist-Chapter 332: 9 Springs

Bai Yanliang took out the note, quickly glanced at it, then casually crumpled it up and put it in his pocket.

"What’s wrong?"

Xu Zhifei looked at Bai Yanliang’s calm face and asked.

"Nothing, my landlord’s back."

Bai Yanliang patted Allen Allan Poe on the head, looked at Xu Zhifei, and said, "Thank you for your help these days."

Xu Zhifei quietly watched him, not speaking for a long while.

Bai Yanliang did not meet her gaze, instead holding the little black cat while looking once more at the river surface.

Xu Zhifei stood behind him, continually staring at his back.

She waited for a long time but ultimately couldn’t wait for Bai Yanliang to speak again.

Xu Zhifei left.

When she left, the gloomy aura around her seemed even heavier.

Bai Yanliang absentmindedly petted the little black cat’s head, apparently unaware of Xu Zhifei’s departure.

In fact, after seeing Xun Weimo’s note, Bai Yanliang already understood that some things... could only be done by himself.

The note wasn’t large and could only hold a few words, just five in total.

Dark Abyss, Bai Yanren.

...

PM.

Ye City Police Station, Jiangbei Branch remained brightly lit.

Yang Wanlong stood by the window, watching the flashing neon lights and the flow of cars outside. Occasionally, the passing car lights briefly lit up his face, casting it alternately bright and dark.

Recently, there had finally been a period of stability, and the colleagues at the police station had gradually left work, but the ceiling fan in the outside office was still spinning, making the now quiet, spacious office slightly noisy.

"Goodbye, Captain Yang!"

"Captain Yang, I’m heading out..."

"Captain Yang, see you tomorrow..."

The officers leaving the station greeted Yang Wanlong, who was standing by the window, in a lively manner.

Yang Wanlong rarely smiled, and it surprised quite a few of the officers.

Even though many bizarre murder cases had occurred recently, in a city, if even the police lost hope and vitality, it would truly be dead.

Yang Wanlong didn’t want Ye City to die.

Before long, apart from the officers on duty, there was no one else in the branch.

Until... time passed nine o’clock.

"Ring ring ring ring ring——"

The phone rang.

Yang Wanlong took a slow drag of his cigarette and picked up the receiver: "Hello."

"Mr. Yang." On the other end was a low and hoarse male voice.

Yang Wanlong immediately sensed something was wrong, this voice was very familiar to him.

"Who are you?" As he spoke, Yang Wanlong pressed the record button.

"That’s not important, what’s important is... Yang Yiyi."

The veins on Yang Wanlong’s neck bulged abruptly as he growled, "If you dare to lay a finger on my daughter, I swear, I will rip you all to shreds!"

"Hehe... Anyone can make threats, Officer Yang." The man’s voice was indifferent, "Ten years, and you’re still so naïve, do you think you’ve hidden Yang Yiyi safely?"

Yang Wanlong took a deep breath, no one could see how contorted his face was at this moment, "Tell me, what do you want?"

"Good," the other party seemed quite satisfied, "if I’m not mistaken, you still have two keys, right?"

Yang Wanlong was silent, his face was extremely grim, and only after the other party was about to lose patience did he reply in a low voice: "Yes."

"Now, bring them to the Eighteenth Middle School immediately, remember, alone. If you haven’t arrived by midnight, I’ll personally deliver your daughter in front of you."

"Beep beep..."

The other party hung up.

Yang Wanlong already guessed who the other party was, but he didn’t expect ten years to change someone into a completely unfamiliar figure.

However, today’s outcome, he had long been mentally prepared for.

Because ten years ago, they chose completely different paths...

...

On the other end, a young man exhaled a smoke ring into the sky, his fair and handsome face marked with a long scar from the brow to the ear.

It didn’t look like a knife scar, more like a wound from being ripped by a beast’s claws, giving off an extremely eerie feeling.

"Whistle——"

"Whistle——"

"Whistle, whistle, whistle——"

He whistled, hands casually on his head, and slowly walked into an old, abandoned, gloomy school building.

The light shone on his body, but on the ground... it left no shadow.

...

By the Jiang Pan.

Bai Yanliang had been standing here, not leaving even when it was dark.

The little black cat had fallen asleep in his arms.

At this moment, its ears suddenly twitched, it opened its eyes, looked up at Bai Yanliang, and meowed: "Meow——"

Bai Yanliang petted its head, turned around, and looked at the person coming.

"Glad you understood." Xun Weimo said with a smile.

"Speak." Bai Yanliang tossed the crumpled note over, "Making me wait for you by the river till night, what’s so important."

Xun Weimo caught the note with one hand, walked over to a nearby bench, and patted the space beside him, "Sit down, let’s talk."

Bai Yanliang, holding Allen Allan Poe, walked over and asked, "Are you being watched?"

Xun Weimo sat casually, looking nonchalant, merely smiled, "They still can’t do anything to me."

Hearing this, Bai Yanliang sat down next to Xun Weimo and looked at the sky.

"I’ve always had a question."

"What is it?" Xun Weimo seemed quite curious about Bai Yanliang’s puzzled state.

"How many ’spaces’ are there in this world."

The smile on the corner of Xun Weimo’s mouth gradually faded, and like Bai Yanliang, he looked up at the dark night sky.

The bright lights made Ye City’s night invisible except for the moon.

"Nine."

Xun Weimo softly uttered a word.

"Nine?"

Bai Yanliang didn’t expect Xun Weimo to actually provide an answer.

"Nine, the ultimate number, the highest heaven is nine layers, the deepest earth is the Nine Netherworld. In ancient legends, the underworld accommodating ghosts is divided into Nine Netherworlds and Nine Prisons."

"Nine Netherworlds... Nine Prisons..."

Bai Yanliang’s gaze slightly narrowed, Xun Weimo had no reason to suddenly talk about ancient legends, mentioning the Nine Netherworlds and Nine Prisons must be significant.

"Yes, Nine Netherworlds are the Nine Prisons. First is Fengquan Command Prison; Second, Chongquan Beheading Prison; Third, Yellow Spring Chasing Ghost Prison; Fourth, Cold Spring Poisoning Prison; Fifth, Yin Spring Cold Night Prison; Sixth, Netherworld Slaughter Prison; Seventh, Lower Spring Long Night Prison; Eighth, Bitter Spring Slaughter Prison; Ninth, Frost Spring Burning Hell." Xun Weimo suddenly quietly looked at Bai Yanliang, "Eight of the prisons have already been completely destroyed."

Eight prisons...

Bai Yanliang wasn’t foolish, he immediately understood what Xun Weimo meant, "Which prison is Fog Gathering where I am right now?"

Xun Weimo’s expression became serious, though he hadn’t yet spoken, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to become eerie.

He seriously looked at Bai Yanliang and said, "The First Prison, Fengquan Command Prison."

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