King Yama's jurisdiction

  The more Qianyu Xian thought about it, the tighter Liu Mei's brows furrowed.

  Xuefen Gongzhu looked at Qianyu Xian's furrowed eyebrows and thought she was worried because she lost to Zuoming Yue, so she showed a concerned expression. Looking at Qianyu Xian, Xuefen Gongzhu smiled foolishly and comforted her, "Hehe, the next match is singing and dancing, I heard from Ninth Brother that you sing very well, you'll definitely win!"

  Qianyu Xianshen nodded absent-mindedly, her mind constantly thinking about the last thing her soul had said to her. The more she thought about it, the more puzzled she became. This had never happened before, so why was it happening now? Was her soul hiding something from her? That didn't seem likely either, since their souls shared a single body; if something were wrong with her soul, she would have known about it too. And yet... in the end, her soul hadn't even finished speaking before it suddenly fell silent. This feeling was just as if her soul... had already left this body!

  Qianyu Xian's eyebrows furrowed even tighter, her teeth clenched and her fists were clenched.

  Xuefen Gongzhu looked at Qianyu Xian's appearance, furrowed her brow, and looked to Nangong Bo and Qing Jianyin for help, hoping they would also speak up to comfort Qianyu Xian.

  Nan Gong Bo looked at Qian Yu Xian's appearance, smiled slightly, and turned his head to look at Xue Fen Princess who was seeking help from him, "Don't worry, Yu Xian is not the kind of person who can't get back up after losing once."

  Qing Jianjin's beautiful eyes, like water, looked at Qianyu Xian's furrowed eyebrows and continued, "That's right, and looking at Miss Yu Xian's expression, it doesn't seem to be because she lost to Miss Zuo that she's sad, but...because of another matter that she's worried about."

  The Snow Weaving Princess looked at Nan Gong Bo and Qing Jian Jin, nodding her head in doubt as they spoke to each other one sentence at a time, the worried expression in her eyes also decreasing a lot.

  Qian Yu Xian was getting more and more confused, suddenly she looked up at Yan Yi, Qing Jian Jin and Xue Yun Gong Zhu, Nan Gong Bo, these three people were at least males and had been here longer than her, a crosser who was an imposter, perhaps she should ask them!

  The speechless Yan Yi looked at Qian Yu Xian, who raised her head to look at him. Her dark eyes were filled with a smile like the spring breeze, and her thin lips curled up into a beautiful arc. A gentle, pure voice, like the sound of a piano, flowed out, as if playing a moving melody:

  "What don't you understand?"

  Qianyu Xian chuckled and said with a hint of probing, "You've all been here longer than me, so you should understand more than I do, right?"

  Xuefen Gongzhu looked at Qianyu Xian's silly smile and asked in confusion, "Huh? What's going on? What do you mean we've been here longer than you? You're not from this place?"

  Qian Yu Xian realized she had misspoken, her bright and clear big eyes rolled around, looking at Snow Spun Princess's stern face with an angry expression:

  "Will I die if you don't correct my language mistakes?"

  Xuefen Gongzhu playfully stuck out her tongue, Qing Jianjin looked at the beautiful eyes like water and saw Qianyu Xian lightly hooking her mouth, "Miss Yu Xian, what don't you understand?"

  Qian Yu Xian recalled the man in her dream last night, who kept repeating a sentence "You don't belong to this" as if he was the ruler of this time and space.

  "I want to ask, do you believe in ghosts? If someone who has clearly died suddenly comes back to life and their soul is attached to another person's body, would anyone care about this kind of thing? For example... those Taoist priests!"

  Nan Gong Bo and Xue Fen Princess looked at Qian Yu Xian with confusion, not understanding why she asked this question. Nan Gong Bo didn't understand what Qian Yu Xian was saying at all, so he simply ignored her and started whispering to Xue Fen Princess who also didn't understand what Qian Yu Xian was saying.

  Qing Jianjin's hand, holding a folding fan, paused for a moment. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly as her beautiful eyes, like water, gazed at Qian Yu Xian. "I've read a book that said this kind of thing is usually not something even high-level Daoist priests can see, and situations like this are generally under Yan Luo Wang's jurisdiction."

  Qian Yu Xian listened to Qing Jian Jin's answer, her rose-like red lips curled slightly at the corners. As for this modern person, she simply didn't believe in Yan Luo Wang:

  "Is there such a highly cultivated Taoist here?"

  Qing Jianjin looked at Qian Yu Xian's appearance, and the folding fan in his hand moved slightly. "I haven't heard of a Taoist, but there is a highly cultivated monk."

  Qianyu Xianjian finally asked, her face full of hope as she looked at Qing Jianjin, "Who?" She had to go ask that monk what was going on!