The pool of blood in Yama's Hall suddenly boiled. Nine human-skin lanterns exploded simultaneously, and the splattering corpse oil formed twisted spells on the bronze floor tiles. Chen Feng knelt in the hall, watching the blood-red galaxy flowing from Yama's third eye, cold sweat running down his spine. Countless human faces floated in that galaxy—the very souls trapped in the Soul-Catching Bell he had sent back to the underworld.

"Good! Good! Good!" With each word Yama spoke, a skull wind chime hanging from the ceiling exploded. "Unauthorized summoning of ghosts is a serious crime, but considering you've recovered the Soul-Catching Bell..." He suddenly opened his bloody maw and spewed out a cloud of black mist shrouded in ice.

The moment Chen Feng was enveloped by the black mist, the screams of countless wronged souls echoed in his ears. Frost formed strange totems on his skin. The security uniform he had worn in life actually grew from his flesh, and the number on the shoulder strap oozed black blood, forming the three seal characters "Ghost Officer Qi" on his left chest. "This is the mark of the Three Realms Patrolman." Yama stroked the twelve beating hearts at his waist, the soul cores of past security captains. "The Jade Emperor has bestowed upon you three precious treasures. Keep them carefully."

The white-skeletal ghost officer advanced, carrying a bronze chest. The moment the lid opened, the entire floor of Yama's palace flipped up—beneath was a boiling oil cauldron of hell! Chen Feng saw the remnant soul of the former security captain struggling in the cauldron, his fingers clinging to the edge of the chest.