Chapter 2859

Old Ma enthusiastically gave a brief overview of the Underworld.

Cheng Jin listened, her eyes filled with curiosity. "So the Underworld is just like the human world?"

"Why couldn't it be?" Qian Huansheng happened to come out and heard this. He spoke casually.

"It’s just that the inhabitants are different. The Underworld suits spirits, while the human world suits humans." Qian Huansheng smiled faintly.

Cheng Jin tilted her head, thinking. "Boss, if the Underworld is so nice, why did you open this coffee shop in the human world? Why not just go there?"

"Do you think anyone can enter the Underworld at will?" Qian Huansheng took a seat by the window. "Brew me a cup of Blue Mountain coffee." He added, "Humans breathe yang energy. Spirits in the Underworld breathe yin energy and soul power. So spirits cannot come to the human world, and humans cannot go to the Underworld. Unless a person dies and sheds their human skin, they can enter."

Qian Huansheng spoke calmly. "Besides, it’s not just normal people who can’t go. Even ordinary gods cannot stay in the Underworld for long, unless they are yin messengers or yin gods."

Cheng Jin placed the freshly brewed coffee in front of Qian Huansheng.

Only then did Qian Huansheng say, "Furthermore, how do you know I don’t have a shop in the Underworld?"

Cheng Jin was slightly stunned. This seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Qian Huansheng continued, "At 9:45 today, a guest will come to see me. Just bring him to this seat."

Cheng Jin nodded. "I’ve got it, Boss." She knew her boss was not an ordinary person. Despite her gentle attitude, she would not become arrogant.

Since she had experience from the first day, the second night felt familiar to Cheng Jin. Some say it takes seven days to adapt to a new environment. But Cheng Jin didn’t know why; she felt completely at ease here, with no sense of strangeness.

As soon as it passed 9:30, Cheng Jin watched the clock closely.

At exactly 9:45, the wind chimes rang as the door opened.

"Welcome," Cheng Jin smiled.

A woman entered. She was exceptionally beautiful and appeared well-educated.

"I’m here to find someone," the woman said.

Cheng Jin nodded slightly. "Please follow me."

Without saying another word, Cheng Jin led the woman to Qian Huansheng’s private seat. "Would you like something to eat or drink?"

"A cup of Pu'er tea," the woman said.

"Please wait." Cheng Jin wrote it down, brewed the tea, placed it on the table, and returned to the counter.

"This place is really nice," the woman said, looking at Qian Huansheng with a gentle tone.

"You have been reincarnated. You shouldn’t be here," Qian Huansheng said, his expression unchanged.

"Qian Huan, after all these years, I realize I never truly understood you," the woman said, her eyes cold.

"Lingshu, no, you should now be called Mrs. Shen. You don’t need to understand me. Just live your life well," Qian Huansheng said calmly. "I remember that when you were reincarnated, the Venerable Yanluo and the Empress repaired your soul. You shouldn’t remember your past life."

"No, I wouldn’t remember," Lingshu said faintly. "But I placed a Soul Restoration Pearl in my soul. So when I turned ten, my original memories would return."

"Lingshu, why did you do this? You shouldn’t have kept these memories," Qian Huansheng said.

"So you called me here to take back my memories?" A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Lingshu’s mouth.

"I didn’t call you. The Venerable Yanluo and the Empress do not allow bugs in the system," Qian Huansheng said gently. "I will only take away your past-life memories. Your current-life memories will remain clear."

"If you want to take my memories, you must let me stab you once," Lingshu said, placing a dagger on the table.

The dagger was black, with faint black mist rising from it, showing it was no ordinary weapon.

Qian Huansheng sighed. "Soul-Shattering Blade."

"Yes. Consider it repayment for your past kindness. Let the Soul-Shattering Blade stab you once," Lingshu said, madness flashing in her eyes.

"Fine," Qian Huansheng took a sip of coffee. "Stab me."

Lingshu looked at Qian Huansheng, pulled out the dagger, and prepared to strike.

Qian Huansheng remained calm, making no move to dodge.

Lingshu looked at him. "You won’t dodge at all?"

"There’s no need. I owe you, and I must repay it," Qian Huansheng said coldly.

"Qian Huan, do you have no heart? I loved you for so long, why don’t you love me?" Lingshu’s voice was hoarse.

Qian Huansheng looked out the window. "It’s not that I don’t love. It’s just that love is different. After a long time, one forgets what love tastes like. So setting you free is the best choice."

"Qian Huansheng, you bastard!" Lingshu thrust the dagger forward, piercing Qian Huansheng’s left chest.

Lingshu hadn’t expected her not to dodge at all. She stepped back, sat on the opposite sofa, and seemed dazed.

Qian Huansheng looked at Lingshu, slowly pulled the Soul-Shattering Blade out with her right hand, and ignored the blood still flowing from her chest. she placed her hand on Lingshu’s head, and she fell asleep.

"When you wake up, you will completely forget everything from your past life. Live this life well," Qian Huansheng said. With a wave of his hand, Lingshu disappeared.

Old Ma and Cheng Jin had noticed the situation earlier but dared not approach. Seeing that Qian Huansheng had finished, they hurried over.

"Boss, are you okay?" Old Ma asked with concern.

"I’m fine," Qian Huansheng said, showing no sadness. "I just can’t use divine power for three months."

"But didn’t you accept the job to exorcise spirits at the Wuhuan Building tomorrow? If you can’t use divine power, what will you do?" Old Ma asked urgently.

"I’ll find someone to help. Just because I can’t use divine power doesn’t mean I can’t exorcise spirits. I just need an assistant," Qian Huansheng said, looking at Cheng Jin. "You."

"Me?" Cheng Jin was stunned, pointing at herself. "But I don’t know how to exorcise spirits! I can only see the spirits in our coffee shop because of my work permit."

"The work permit is just a medium," Qian Huansheng said calmly. "You can see spirits because your constitution is close to theirs. With proper cultivation, you can handle exorcism work."

Qian Huansheng then handed a book to Cheng Jin. "Read this in your spare time. Tomorrow, come with me as an assistant."

Cheng Jin didn’t know how to respond.

"Xiao Cheng, hurry up and agree. Tomorrow, I’ll leave the boss in your care," Old Ma urged.

"Oh," Cheng Jin felt dizzy. When she came to her senses, she realized she had already agreed to go exorcise spirits tomorrow.

Cheng Jin patted her head. What kind of sense of justice was this?

She looked at the book in her hand, sighed, and opened it, taking advantage of the few customers.

She found it contained hand gestures, incantations, and some key points.

She found it surprisingly easy and simple to read.

But precisely because it seemed so easy, Cheng Jin wondered if the book was fooling her.

She shook her head. Her boss was no ordinary person. How could her things be fake? Forget it, she would just read it.

When customers came, Cheng Jin served them. When there were no customers, she read the book.

Old Ma watched her read. "Xiao Cheng, can you understand this book?"

"It’s okay. It’s quite simple. I’ve basically memorized it," Cheng Jin said, tilting her head to look at Old Ma. "Uncle Ma, do you think the boss gave me the wrong book? It feels so simple."

Old Ma looked at the book Cheng Jin was holding. "I couldn’t understand it at all."

Cheng Jin paused. "How is that possible? Uncle Ma, are you joking with me?"

Old Ma chuckled. "I’m not joking. I really couldn’t understand it." He thought for a moment. "Come, let’s ask the boss."

"The boss is injured. Is it okay to disturb him now?" Cheng Jin asked hesitantly.

Old Ma smiled. "Don’t worry. That injury is nothing for the boss. He just can’t use divine power freely for three months because of that dagger. As for the wound, if you go see him now, there might not even be a mark left."

Cheng Jin nodded slightly. Although she didn’t fully understand Qian Huansheng’s abilities, she trusted Old Ma.

She went to find Qian Huansheng with Old Ma.

Qian Huansheng understood their purpose, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Cheng Jin. "You think this book is simple?"

"Yes, very simple," Cheng Jin didn’t hide anything. "I memorized it after reading it once. Although I suspect I have photographic memory, I know I don’t. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have only attended a third-rate university. Even though it’s a first-tier university, in this era where college students are everywhere, it’s no different from elementary school. The only difference is that I recognize more characters."

Qian Huansheng knew Cheng Jin was telling the truth. She wasn’t lying, yet she could memorize this book at a glance.

Qian Huansheng pondered for a moment, then took out a crystal ball and placed it in front of Cheng Jin. "Place your hands on this crystal ball, close your eyes, and empty your mind."

Cheng Jin didn’t know what Qian Huansheng was doing, but she followed her instructions. She placed her hands on the crystal ball, closed her eyes, and emptied her thoughts.

What Cheng Jin didn’t know was that as she emptied her mind, the crystal ball began to change.