A heart-wrenching scream rang out, the black smoke dissipated, and the old man lay face down, back to the sky, with the golden Single Phoenix Sun Chai stabbed into his back, pinning him firmly to the ground as he spasmed continuously, black qi seeping out from his body. Pu Yanlan watched coldly until the man's body went rigid and could no longer move. Only then did she walk over slowly, raising her hand to retrieve her gold hairpin. As soon as the hairpin was removed, the hungry ghosts immediately surged forward, tearing at the corpse, crunching and chewing until, in just a moment, only a pool of fresh blood and a small black mirror were left on the ground!
A little ghost, eager to please, picked up the mirror and presented it to Pu Yanlan with both hands. Pu Yanlan examined the mirror, finding it icy to the touch, with one side exceptionally smooth and the other bearing a few small characters,
"No doors in the underworld, this place shall be!"
