Yan Jun's true identity was first revealed in Grinding Iron 2nd more

  The Yellow Spring Road, the sky is dark and gloomy without a trace of sunlight. At first, I could still see the road around me clearly, but slowly it was surrounded by thick fog. There's only one wide road ahead.

  On this desolate and uninhabited road, except for the occasional passing of a lonely soul, it is truly desolately extreme.

  Yuan Xue and her father walked ahead, the little girl had calmed down a lot under Yuan Lei's comfort and also accepted the reality of Yuan Lei being killed. Being able to accompany her own father on the road to the Yellow Spring was very satisfying for Little Yuan Xue.

  Ming Yan's hand grasped the Qian Kun bag, which held Yao Hongyu's despicable soul captive. Among the four ghosts, only I was gasping for air, a feeling that truly cannot be described.

  Who would have thought that after becoming a ferryman, perfectly handling things, it turned out to be buy one get one free.

  We were both wronged souls, but Yuan Lei didn't ask for my help because before we died, we both saw that person, Chu Qi!

  Sniper rifle, across the building far away that one shot, when Yuan Lei took Yao Hongyu's life, the bullet broke through the air and entered, hitting Yuan Lei's heart without deviation.

  I clearly saw the shadow crouching on the opposite rooftop, and when I thought of reaching out to remind him, Ming Yan stopped me, watching everything happen with eyes wide open. Watching Yuan Xue break free from her restraints and sacrifice herself to block the bullets was also a futile attempt at blocking.

  I gaze ahead, at the laughing father and daughter, my heart condemning myself - is this really the duty of a Soul Ferry? Must more lives be sacrificed to appease the resentment of the dead?

  Yuan Lei, he perhaps shouldn't have died, but...

  Two figures floated in from the distance ahead, wearing clothes similar to those of a catcher, except that they had two special badges on their chests, one with an ox head and the other with a horse face.

  However, the figure stopped in front of me and knelt down on one knee, " Envoy, we have been sent by Lord Yan to escort the new envoy."

  I'm a bit unaccustomed, I haven't spoken to Ming Yan all along the way, but at this moment I have no choice but to ask for his help. After all, I'm not familiar with this place. Losing face in front of people is nothing, but it's better to save some face in front of ghosts.

  "Get up, the new master has just taken office and is not used to these old rules. Take them away. The two in front are my friends, treat them well." He walked over, called them out, then smiled at Yuan's father and daughter, took Yao Hongyu out of the Qiankun bag, handed them over together, pointed at Yao Hongyu and said: "This man has committed many evils, these two have been wronged to death because of him. The person is brought here, I hope Judge Lu will investigate clearly!"

  The bailiff with a cow's head on his back respectfully clasped his fists and bowed, smiling in an official tone: "Let's follow the old rules, Lord Mingyan, please follow me for a while. This Mr. Yuan seems to have some questions to answer, you are the most clear about this matter, it's better for you to explain it clearly to Judge Lu."

  Ming Yan looked at me with some concern, as if he wanted to remind me of something, but refrained from speaking in front of so many people. After I nodded, he escorted Yao Hongyu and led the Yuan father-daughter duo away first.

  Yuan Xue seemed to have something to say, but before leaving, she couldn't bear to look at me one last time. In the end, she swallowed her words and bowed deeply, then chased after her father who was waiting for her up ahead. The figures of the five ghosts gradually disappeared into the thick fog.

  They sent them to where they should go, and also washed away the resentment on Yuan Xue's body. However, his heart was still heavy. He inadvertently glanced at Ma Mian's head, who hadn't left, and asked in confusion: "Do you have something else?"

  Ma's face smiled, "Subordinates come to pick up adults to report, new appointed ferry spirit envoys all need Yan Jun adults to meet in person and discuss in detail, please follow me!"

  Yan Jun? Meng Yan this guy didn't seem to mention having a program like this, isn't it just about helping the dead take revenge? How is there another plot twist?

  This place is so gloomy, if no one leads the way, I really can't tell which direction to go. Since the people upstairs want to see me, I'd better behave myself. They deliberately kept Ming Yan away, it shouldn't be just to chat with me casually.

  Beyond the end of the mist is the Ghost Gate, I didn't see the legendary Look Homeward Pavilion and River of Forgetfulness, because Ma Mian brought me to the administrative district of the underworld, which is equivalent to a government department.

  The old houses of the 1980s, some have been renovated and vaguely departed from their classical architectural appearance, taking on a modernized form. However, they are still in the process of improvement, with old styles overlapping new ones.

  As Ma Mian arrived at a gate similar to that of a government office, he entered the main gate and crossed the courtyard, and a two-story old building appeared before my eyes. I waited outside for a while, and Ma Mian went in first to report.

  A moment later, I invited him in. The young man in front of the desk was seriously holding a pen and writing something on a document. After hearing the noise, he stopped his hand and raised his head to smile at me slightly.

  "I didn't expect that this time, the calamity-stricken Ming Yan not only turned bad luck into good fortune but also met a new master." He was dressed very modernly, in the standard attire of an office worker, wearing a tie and looking straight and handsome. His complexion was not like that of a typical ghost, pale as paper, but rather rosy and lively.

  He didn't have the air of a superior, tidied up the things on his desk, stood up and walked towards me, extending his hand in a friendly manner. "Hello Miss Yin, I'm Yan Jun, deputy of the Eastern Emperor Dongyue."

  "Hello, just call me Yin Yue." I didn't understand the rules here, but since he wasn't being pretentious, I would cooperate with him in a moderate manner. As we shook hands, I stared at his pale hands in surprise and looked up at him with a shocked expression, "You..."

  His hands were warm, was there actually a living person in the underworld?

  "No need to be so shocked, I'm different from the dead people here, because I'm a fairy, a flesh-and-blood fairy." He let go of my hand and smiled self-deprecatingly before continuing: "Have you heard the story of the East Mountain Great Emperor?"

  I nodded humbly, Dongyue Dadi, the true ruler of hell, how many people who have seen the Investiture of the Gods don't know about him. Huang Feihu, the Wu Cheng Wang of the Shang Dynasty, assisted King Wu in overthrowing Zhou and died afterwards, after death he was enfeoffed as Dongyue Dadi, the master of the underworld.

  I repeated what I knew, then raised my eyes to secretly observe him. Could he be the legendary Dongyue Dadi? No way? The age doesn't match? Judging from his appearance, he's at most in the youth stage of a human being.

  "Yan Jun is just a name everyone is used to calling me, Dongyue Dadi is my father, or you should have heard of my name, I'm Huang Tianhua." He lightly mentioned his own name, with a faint smile looking at me and said: "So, I am the only living person in this hell. Do you know why there's a profession called Ferryman?"

  "Huang Tianhua, ah! No wonder he could stay here as a living person! I honestly shook my head. The Ferryman of the Dead was also someone I only knew about after meeting Mingyan, and before that, I had never heard of it. How would I know why such a position was set up?" "I don't know."

  "Because of humanity's boundless desires, there will always be vengeful spirits. From ancient times to the present, it has been this way. Those vengeful spirits, after entering the underworld, would have their resentment corroded and transformed by the darkness of hell. Such souls would become malevolent spirits that harm the living, so I need someone who can help ghosts transcend. And you ordinary humans with special physiques are the best candidates." Xun Jun, let's still call him that; after all, his other identity is too distant. He yielded his seat and explained the duties and mission of a spirit guide after I sat down.

  This is the second time I've heard this, and Changyu has also said it before. I don't understand what he means by repeating these things in front of me.

  "Drink up, this is the water of the mortal world, and it's only here that you can taste it." A cup of clear water was placed in front of me, interrupting my random thoughts. "I know you might think I'm being tedious saying these things, but I still have to remind you. The next thing I say, I hope you'll listen carefully, because I don't want you to make the same mistakes as the previous generation. You may have heard this from Ming Yan or Chang Yu before, but I must repeat it here again, because it concerns your future life and death."

  I clutched the cup tightly, swallowed hard and tried to calm my nerves, looked up at Yan Jun standing in front of me, bit my lip and stood up. "Before you say what you want to say, can I say something I want to say?"

  He smiled, nodding his head in appreciation. But after I said what I wanted to say, his eyes became very suspicious. A thin layer of chilliness covered his handsome face, and he casually put his hands behind his back and walked towards the door, remaining silent for a while before saying: "So you mean that unless your uncle dies of old age, you plan on being a temporary ferryman forever?"

  Gathering courage to speak out would make me even more nervous, after all I'm not talking to an ordinary person, but a deity who holds the power of life and death.

  "Alright, the Soul Ferryman is voluntary anyway. The records are sent to the underworld just so that the Soul Ferryman can have a long life, because only those who live forever can use their special powers to help more wronged souls. If you still can't let go, then everything is up to you. But..."

  I didn't expect him to agree so easily, I was excited and forgot my unease. But he still left me with a sentence, I don't know if it's a reminder or a hint at something. Anyway, after hearing that last sentence, I was confused for a very long time.

  After going back, everything returned to calmness. Ming Yan didn't come back, only I came back first. That day when I had time, I went to visit Old Liu and planned to tell him that the matter was already resolved, as well as the helpless situation before Liu Sheng's death. However, when I arrived at the foot of Old Liu's building, I met the old man who kindly reminded me on that day.

  "It's no use going up there, the Liu family is already gone."

  "Why? Did Liu Lao move house?"

  "It's not that they moved away, it's just that none of them are left. Ah Niang, Old Liu was already in the late stages of cancer at that time and had passed away two months ago. The whole Liu family is gone, you should go back too!"

  It's all over! Terminal cancer! I stood at the bottom of the building, staring blankly at this three-story small building, smiling bitterly and curling up my mouth. Perhaps it's not bad either, father and son can finally reunite downstairs.