Mianmian didn't know what that rope was; she reflexively reached for the small bag at her waist, thinking she needed to offer a gift in return for receiving one, only to grasp at thin air.
"Where's my small bag?" She looked around.
"You're in your spirit form right now," Cui Yu was charmed by Little Bun's searching glances, his eyes softened, "This Soul-hooking Rope is for you, it should come in handy. Er, it's as if I'm representing the Underworld, hiring you to be a Yin Envoy."
Mianmian had heard about what being a Yin Envoy entailed.
It was probably because the Underworld Envoy wasn't sufficient, so some people were chosen to help. These individuals led normal lives in the Yang realm, but when there was work to be done, their souls would leave their bodies to carry out tasks for the Underworld, earning merit for good deeds done.
However, there were also downsides, such as if the task was too difficult and the soul could not return to the body, complications would arise.