The faint sound of iron chains dragging against the ground echoed in the air.
Moments later, a yin messenger appeared, clad in a black robe with a hood pulled over his head. In his hands, he held the Soul-locking Chain used for soul hooking.
"What is the matter?"
His hoarse voice grated like sandpaper rubbing back and forth against glass.
Zhu Chun'an handed over the talisman paper sealing the fierce ghost along with his work ID, explaining the situation.
"The fierce ghost involved in this case has been brought to justice. I will have to trouble you to investigate the details further, Sir. Thank you for your hard work."
The yin messenger accepted the talisman paper. With a pinch of his fingers, Lan Ying's soul materialized out of thin air and collapsed onto the ground. Before she could attempt to flee, the yin messenger's Soul-locking Chain bound her securely.
"Hmph, behave yourself!"
