All Chapters of Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

We carried my father out of the morgue at dawn.The hospital was collapsing behind us.Not dramatically.No explosion.No tower of flame.Just one light turning off after another, as if the building had finally remembered it was supposed to be dead.Survivors stood across the street under Zhao Feng's patrol line.Some cried when they saw us.The next trouble waited until everyone was tired before showing its teeth. In Saint Agnes and the morgue, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The ash-light pressed against every window while a dead radio marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Hospital Gate felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.Some lit incense with shaking hands.One child pointed at my feet."He doesn't have a shadow."Her mother hushed her.I wanted to tell the child it was fine.I could not make the lie

We moved the altar at noon.No one liked that.The temple statue watched with stone eyes.The eternal lamp burned low and blue.Ava stood beside me with a kitchen knife, because apparently journalism did not prepare one for underworld law but rage improvised well.Zhao Feng and two oath laborers lifted the altar stone.Under it lay a packet wrapped in oil paper.Red stains had seeped through the wrapping.The next trouble did not announce itself like prophecy. In Saint Agnes and the morgue, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The freeway dust pressed against every window while paper wings marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Hospital Gate felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.Not blood.Ink.Judge Xue arrived before I touched it.One moment the doorway was empty.The next, he stood there with snow on his blac

My father woke fully one hour before midnight.He looked smaller in the temple cot than he had in my childhood memories.That was unfair.Parents should not shrink.Not after returning from a morgue drawer.He watched me prepare incense, seal paper, and a knife carved from peach wood."You move like your mother," he said.I paused.The next trouble waited until everyone was tired before showing its teeth. In Saint Agnes and the morgue, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The black rain pressed against every window while a temple bell marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Hospital Gate felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones."Is that good?""It is dangerous."He reached for water. His hand shook too badly to hold the cup.I helped him drink.For a moment, we were simply father and son.Then the temple bell rang o

The court was full.Every bench held ghosts in wedding clothes.Some wore red.Some wore white.Some wore hospital gowns.All turned to look at Ava.The old law loved spectacle.It wanted her isolated, named, displayed.Ava looked at the packed benches and lifted her chin.The next trouble did not announce itself like prophecy. In Saint Agnes and the morgue, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Hospital Gate felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.I felt the Bride Law tug me one step closer to her.She shot me a warning glance.I stopped.Pain cut across my ribs.Shared debt.Still worth it.Daniel Hart stood at the plaintiff's table.He looked cleaner than before. Dark suit. Wet hair combed back. No red

The old law did not like new words.Equal made the lamps explode.Threshold made the benches bleed river water.Bearer made every red paper in the court fold itself into a knife.Good.If a law could be offended, it could be changed.Judge Xue sat very still.The next trouble waited until everyone was tired before showing its teeth. In Saint Agnes and the morgue, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The blue altar fire pressed against every window while a court tablet striking wood marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Hospital Gate felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones."Define it."I had no time to be eloquent.That was probably for the best."A threshold bearer is a person who stands at a gate by consent, not ownership. They may be accompanied by witness, debtor, officer, or judge, but cannot be transferred a