In the region between the Yin River and the Styx River, there were hardly any Ghosts from the Yin River; it was mostly populated by souls like them—trapped in limbo. Here they drifted aimlessly, sinking deeper into this state, unable to reach either the Yin River or the Styx River, forever lost. Even if some among them, blessed with heaven-defying fortune, suddenly found their way, escaping this place remained impossible.
Having returned to shore, he retrieved the Stable from the Blue Mane Horse's mouth and then rode a horse back.
Mai Conggui quietly returned to the small town. As soon as he emerged, he received a text message: a deposit of five thousand Yuan had arrived, along with a message from Wen Yan.
"This month's salary. Regarding the investigation, if you feel it's dangerous, just give up and let me know. After all, danger itself is valuable intelligence."
Mai Conggui was somewhat shocked. They had actually paid him, and in advance at that!
