Our medium society is facing a crisis, and the only way to get out of this predicament is to merge with your Yarn Ball Society?

Confronted by the "recruitment" from the evil prince, the female medium sitting on the roadside stone was at a loss for how to respond.

She remembered flying over the observatory last night when an old swindler from the Divination Society stopped her flying carpet, saying that she was about to face great trouble and must pay him to sort out her fate trajectories through her Fate Society nephew, or else disaster would surely strike by tomorrow.

At that time, she almost laughed out of anger, cursed him while walking away, and handed two letters of complaint to the Divination and Fate Societies, reminding them to address con artists, unexpectedly the old swindler actually predicted correctly...

Based on having already flipped the similar situation once, and the mindset of "not always disbelieving the supernatural," the middle-aged female medium finally couldn't help but ask after a moment of silence:

"The crisis you mentioned... specifically, what does it refer to?"

"Hmm... does inability to use the Summoning Secret Skill count?"

With a bit of pondering, Leon offered an example:

"Just like now, if you refuse to merge, I will agree with the spirits from the Realm of the Dead that whenever you use the Summoning Secret Skill, the Gate of the Deceased will be blocked to not allow a single spirit out."

"..."

So you're the source of the crisis!!!

Infuriated by the evil prince's words, the exhausted middle-aged female medium propped herself on the stone, gritted her teeth, and angrily rebuked:

"Who do you think you are? Though I am merely the acting president of the Medium Society, I barely squeeze into the top five; there are several more powerful mediums above me! They might not be all of your..."

"As long as they are mediums, I can guarantee they won't be able to deal with me."

Interrupting the middle-aged female medium's words, Leon cheerfully introduced himself:

"Besides, although I am still alive, the Gate of the Deceased indeed belongs to my control. Without my nod for passage, you can be sure you won't even summon the spirit of a dog."

"Nonsense! Obviously, the gatekeeper of the Gate of the Deceased is the guardian of the God of Death, how could you..."

"Are you really this out of touch?"

Leon raised his eyebrow in some surprise:

"As a medium constantly communicating with deceased spirits, you actually didn't know the guardian death dog is gone?"

"Gone? How did it go?!"

"It was eaten."

It was eaten?!

With disbelief written all over her face, the middle-aged female medium pressed the question:

"That was a True God! How could anyone eat a True God?"

"Me."

"?!!!"

"Aren't you capable of communicating with spirits? If you don't believe it, just ask a few spirits and you'll find out."

"..."

Although everything sounded like nonsense, the overly straightforward manner of the man before her, reminded of his ability to easily dispel the spirits she summoned, led the middle-aged female medium to eventually reach into her small side bag and hesitantly pull out a small jar of moon-white bone powder.

"This is another secret technique of the Medium Society, mainly used to communicate with newly deceased souls."

Seemingly noticing Leon's curiosity, the cat-eared witch beside him slightly turned her head and softly explained:

"Upon obtaining consent from the deceased's family, mediums from the Medium Society can take half of the deceased's bones, combine with herbs, offerings, clay, and several other materials to burn and create a temporary vessel for the spirit to reside.

If the summoned soul hasn't lost its memory on the No Return Path, or because of lingering obsessions remained in the City of Regret, then it can appear through these ashes to answer some questions..."

As the cat princess explained, the middle-aged female medium took out a bottle of dark red potion, spread the bone powder in her palm, and then blew it forward vigorously.

"Poof!"

The slightly sticky moon-white particles dispersed with the wind, yet as if landing on something, they strangely hovered in the air, and as the ashes blown by the female medium accumulated, the dust stuck on certain "things" gradually outlined a relatively clear shape.

"Marina?"

The transparent bone ash figure, with unclear eyes opened, laboriously glanced at the complex expression of the female medium before her, barely identifying who she was, and couldn't help asking in surprise:

"I just died last week, and you already have questions for me?"

"Professor..."

After slightly bowing to the ash figure, the middle-aged female medium asked urgently:

"I want to ask you something. Is it true that the guardian God of Death watching over the Gate of the Deceased has been eaten?"

"Even you already know about this..."

The ash figure, upon hearing this, first widened its eyes in surprise, then nodded:

"Probably about two months ago, a lunatic from the cleansing bureau passed by the Gate of the Deceased, likely wanting to handle some affairs in the Realm of the Dead, ended up being swallowed by the guardian God of Death.

Then, seemingly provoked, not only did he reverse and kill the guardian God of Death, but he also dug out the heart and started gnawing on it before all death messengers that came to investigate... tut tut tut..."

The ash figure, with countless wrinkles on its face, seemed quite gossipy, seen shaking its head in wonder:

"Let me tell you, behind the Gate of the Deceased there is still a massive blood puddle where the guardian God of Death got killed, with occasional 'death replay' scenes witnessed during active periods of the Gate of the Deceased, make sure to check it once you're dead.

Oh, but remember, don't discuss this with anyone after you look, dominators of the Realm of the Dead don't seem to like souls chatting about it, even prohibiting mentioning the person's name, I overheard this while passing through Baigu Palace, seems like the person is called Le... Le-something-n...

"Leon Laine."

"Right, right, that's the name!"

The ears etched out by the bone powder slightly trembled; hearing the sound behind, the ash figure delightedly turned around, squinting eyes assessing the evil prince and cat princess, then asking with appreciation:

"Able to get news about the Realm of the Dead, you sure are informed... are you two new mediums of the society?"

"No, we are from the Yarn Ball Society."

Leon shook his head, then said with a smile:

"But no worries, we'll soon be like family."

"Ha-ha, good! Family is good~"

Patting the evil prince's shoulder warmly to express appreciation for the outstanding junior, leaving a handprint of ash on his clothes, the ash figure jovially asked:

"Young man, you look unfamiliar. Did you attend my funeral last week? What's your name?"

"My name is Leon, Leon Laine."

"..."

"..."

Leon... Laine?!

Upon hearing Leon's words, the ash figure with a hand resting on his shoulder paused in silence, then frantically squeezed its eyelids, focusing all nearby bone powder on its eyes, rendering the originally blurred eyeballs into a clear outline.

And when it scrutinized Leon's appearance once again with clearer eyes, the bone ash evenly spread on its body started gathering around the throat, letting out a terrified scream.

"Aahhh!!!!!"