The little ghost said.
"Underworld Messengers can't enter your home?"
Yibai frowned.
He scanned around with his Dharma Eye, but everything seemed plain and unremarkable—nothing stood out.
"Yes, I've observed it. My wife has a chain on her hand that glows. Wherever my wife is, those officers seem scared, but it seems the chain doesn't harm me since I'm her husband."
The little ghost laid out the details clearly.
"A chain? Old Dragon King, go and find out what it is."
Yibai instructed.
He then dragged the little ghost outside.
"Do you know that you've died? Ash to ash, dust to dust. Your fate now is to descend to the Netherworld for judgment, awaiting reincarnation. You're here bothering your son, even wanting his life. Do you realize, if you take your son's life, how would your wife feel? What would the Underworld Messenger think when they find out you've harmed someone?"
In fact, Yibai was quite approachable, patiently explaining to the little ghost.
