Song Wenzhi shivered and quickly scrambled back into the car, no longer daring to show his head.
The leader of the purple qi still seemed composed. He slowly opened his car door and got out, cautiously asking the village chief, who was already standing before his car, "Esteemed adult Yin soldiers, our Mohe has no past grievances with your underworld, nor any recent enmity. Why are you doing this?"
The village chief, imitating a strange yet magnetic voice, said, "Yin soldiers crossing borders, acting under imperial decree to annihilate those who oppose the Yin Messenger's Prefecture!"
This line was a script that Yao Yao had given the chief beforehand.
"Yin Messenger's Prefecture?" the purple qi leader frowned, as if trying to recall, "Our Mohe has never had any dealings with the Yin Messenger's Prefecture either! Esteemed sir, are you mistaken?"
The village chief slowly raised his five-pronged fork. The tip of the fork was inches from the purple qi expert's forehead, yet he remained motionless, a testament to his skill. He merely shifted his footing slightly, one foot planted firmly, the other toe touching the ground. This was likely a martial arts stance or footwork, ensuring he could dodge backward at the shortest notice if an actual attack were launched.
However, the village chief did not attack. After a moment of confrontation with the expert, he slowly lowered the fork and pointed at me, but said nothing.
This was because he already had his line.
When designing the script, I felt that Yin soldiers should be depicted as rigid and ruthless, not prone to excessive talking. Even Yin messengers like Xie Bi'an spoke too much for my taste, let alone chatterboxes like Ma Jiaojiao and Wu Zhao. It simply damaged the image of the underworld!
The purple qi expert's gaze followed the tip of the fork and turned towards me. I paused, then at the opportune moment, pulled the Soul-Fetching Order from my waist and tossed it across.
The purple qi expert caught it and looked, his face draining of color. "You... you are a Yin messenger?"
"Not anymore," I recited from the script. "His Highness the Little King of Hell has just appointed me as the Director of the Yin Messenger's Prefecture's Northeast Operations Office, specifically responsible for resolving historical issues in the Northeast region. Unfortunately, the Little King of Hell doesn't have enough Yin messengers, so he's borrowed over two hundred Yin soldiers, 'Night Watchers,' from his father, King Yama, to be entirely under my command."
This was entirely my script. Whether the Little King of Hell had such appointment power, whether Yin soldiers were under King Yama's command, and whether there were elite units like "Night Watchers" among the Yin soldiers, I actually had no idea. But I gambled that they wouldn't know either!
The purple qi expert was clearly taken aback and didn't dare to reply rashly. Instead, he held up my token and gestured as if to report to his superior.
"Make those three old geezers come down and talk!" I seized the moment to assert my authority, shouting sternly. Even with the Mercedes' excellent soundproofing, they could likely hear me.
The purple qi expert jogged back to one of the Mercedes cars. The Song family inside was also bewildered. He rolled down the window, showed the purple qi expert my Soul-Fetching Order, and reported in a low voice.
Upon hearing this, the person in the car still looked full of doubt, glancing in all directions. I gave him no chance to hesitate or analyze and shouted again, "Song Shanhe! Get out here!"
Song Shanhe was the leader of the three brothers and Song Wenzhi's father. It had to be him. Hearing his name called, he shivered in the car. After some thought, he decided to get out, and under the vigilant escort of the purple qi expert, he slowly walked towards me.
The other two Song brothers also got out but did not dare to approach.
Song Shanhe glanced back at his two timid brothers. With no other option, he braced himself and came forward alone, stopping about five meters from me and handing the token to me with both hands.
I had anticipated this scene. The actor was Zhang Xiaomiao. I had no idea how she did it, but in an instant, the token was back in my hand. However, Zhang Xiaomiao was a bit clumsy and didn't stop in time, bumping into me with her chest. Fortunately, Yao Yao, who was beside me, was quick enough to support my lower back, preventing me from falling.
But the gust of icy wind and the impact still left me deeply shaken!
Fortunately, these "Yin soldiers" were mine, not the enemy's. Otherwise, with such ghost-like speed, even Yao Yao would have a hard time defending.
But this unit of Yin soldiers only possessed speed; their combat skills were zero...