Chapter 882: Mountain Fog
"Souls could easily become stranded in the Netherworld. Furthermore, Hong Luan died in the Mass Grave—a place thick with Yin energy and endless resentment. She had perished unjustly, her heart full of bitter unwillingness."
Over time, her Three Souls and Seven Spirits had become entangled in that resentment, stripping away her reason.
Later on, Pangolin dug her out from that pile of corpses, finally giving her something to possess.
As for that box, Pangolin stumbled upon it in The Tomb by sheer chance. Most likely, the Prince's Manor concocted an excuse to erect a cenotaph and buried the Glazed Box inside.
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng fell into deep thought.
"The great monk..."
In all of this, the only two points of suspicion lay with that great monk, and the person who delivered the Glazed Box.
"Are people from the Buddhist Schools interfering as well? But looking at how this played out, it seems they merely left things to fate."
Their motives did not appear very strong.