Rumble … The sea of hair was so vast that it immediately covered the entire bridge with a layer of black, almost as though millions of poisonous snakes were wriggling towards Qin Ye.
"This is …" Qin Ye drew a deep breath and yelled, "Hurry!!!"
He knew that there was a terrifying existence lurking in the depths of the abyss.
That said, Granny Meng clearly knew who it was. No … who in Hell didn't know who Granny Meng was?
The Echoing Beetles hid far away, and the ghosts retreated. But someone was actually trying to touch the tiger's ass right now!
Unfortunately, Granny Meng couldn't hear his cries.
She must have gone to the same place as the ferryman and the Torch Dragon. The black butterfly was moving at a steady pace.
It couldn't even keep up with the speed of the hair spreading down below!
Granny Meng probably hadn't expected the existence in the abyss to turn on her.
It shouldn't be able to catch up … Qin Ye's scalp went numb as he watched the black hair rush up the Naraka Bridge like a tidal wave.
But … just as he watched apprehensively, all of the hair suddenly coiled up and began to rise into the sky!
It was just like a magical vine in a fairy tale.
"Damn it!"
Qin Ye gritted his teeth. He could see a dot of red rising from the depths of the ravine.
It was small, but it was incredibly obvious in the midst of the black tide.
It was as red as blood, just like the pupils of an evil spirit.
Crack … crack … There was the sound of falling gravel. Seconds later, a red oil-paper umbrella rose from the depths of the abyss.
The umbrella covered most of the body of the figure. Beneath the umbrella were three thousand strands of black hair, as well as a colourful, mismatched silk.
Green, red, white, yellow … it was a mixture of ancient Cathayan palace clothes.
It casually stepped on the carpet of black hair, and with every step it took, a bright red flower bloomed behind it.
The petals were slender and divided into three layers, almost like a layer of fresh blood.
Spider lilies.
In the darkness of Hell, the skeletal bridge lay ahead, the golden body of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva behind, and the Naraka Bridge beneath his feet.
The sight of a lady holding an umbrella stepping on the carpet of spider lilies was so bizarre that it sent chills down Qin Ye's spine.
"You're …" The lady appeared to be walking slowly, but she was actually moving at a frightening speed. She soon arrived ten meters away from Qin Ye and stopped.
"Arakshasa …" The woman's voice was crisp and clear, like the sound of a wind chime, giving off an ethereal feeling.
She didn't lift her umbrella. Instead, she simply muttered softly, "Don't be afraid … I'm also a civil servant of Hell … I was once an Infernal Judge who was in charge of the Great Heavens Province …"
Qin Ye didn't let his guard down in the slightest. Instead, he took a step back.
He hadn't seen the information that Granny Meng had placed under his pillow, and he didn't know what rank an Infernal Judge was in Hell.
But … why would a former Infernal Judge be trapped in the depths of the abyss?
Furthermore … he had heard of the name Arakshasa before.
This was a Hindustani name, but in Cathayan terms … Rakshasa!
Only the most terrifying evil spirits in hell could be called Rakshasa. They were cruel, murderous, and bloodthirsty. Now, they were actually standing in front of him!
"Do you know something …" Arakshasa lowered her umbrella even further, and her body trembled slightly, "The first section of the Yellow Springs, known as the Yin Yang Road and the skeletal bridge, is something that ordinary Yin spirits wouldn't be able to traverse.
There are only three types of people who can walk through it. "
"Number one, Emissaries of Hell."
"Number two, those who have been acknowledged by Hell, and have even been brought here."
"Number three …" Her body trembled even more violently, almost as though the umbrella weighed a thousand pounds, and she was completely overwhelmed, "And those who have come into contact with the fragments of Hell's primordial treasures."
Sss … A strange sound came from beneath the umbrella, and her body curled up slightly, "Sss … I … sss … How about we make a deal?"
"What kind of deal?" Qin Ye stared at Arakshasa with great vigilance.
Arakshasa responded, "Give me that Yin spirit."
Qin Ye's gaze flickered, "What do I get in return for this so-called deal?"
Sss … sss sss … Arakshasa's body trembled more and more abnormally, "I … can … let you live … sss … leave …"
The sound of saliva flowing could be heard from beneath the red umbrella, "Sss … I can't hold it in any longer … I haven't tasted blood for hundreds of years. Do you know how tempting you taste?"
Her body trembled as she slowly walked over, "Do you truly understand the significance of this Yin spirit?"
"Sss … do you truly understand … that this old hag has wasted a hundred years of her life, and even used her merits to hold you back, all so that you can find a shard of King Yanluo's Seal?"
"Since you don't understand … sss … then give it to me!!"
Before she could even finish speaking, the red umbrella suddenly collapsed!
Her colourful and mismatched palatial dress appeared to have been torn apart by an invisible hand, and a spine-chilling figure was finally revealed.
It was a human head.
And it was only a head.
It had no body.
From its eyes, ears and mouth, countless strands of hair spread out like a thousand snakes emerging from a cage.
It grew wildly.
Even beneath the skin of the human body, one could see a series of wriggling bulges.
The roars of innumerable vengeful spirits resounded throughout Hell as the terrifying black flower bloomed. They were filled with grief, anger, joy, and all sorts of emotions. The roars were so hoarse that they felt as though they had been plunged into the Eighteen Abysses of Hell.
"Hand it over, or die!!"
Arakshasa's roar was accompanied by the mournful wails of thousands upon thousands of Yin spirits. It was as though a tidal wave were crashing into Qin Ye.
Qin Ye felt as though he were standing in the eye of the storm. His Hell's Emissary uniform fluttered wildly behind him.
What terrifying Yin energy …
Qin Ye covered his eyes with one hand. Every single one of his nerves was stretched taut to the extreme.
He forcibly suppressed the pounding of his heart, "This is something that Granny Meng has bestowed upon me."
"Haa … sss …" The face in the vortex of black hair chuckled softly, before bursting into maniacal laughter, "Hahahaha … HAHAHAHA!!"
"Who in Hell, including Emissaries of Hell, hasn't committed thousands of sins in their lifetime?
What kind of true feelings do you expect between me and Granny Meng? "
"Kekeke … don't tease me. If she were still around, I'd be terrified … sss … human, you don't understand what this' key 'will bring to you. You don't deserve something like this … Come, hand it over to me, quick!!"
Boom!!
As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Ye felt as though he had been struck by an invisible giant hand, and he stumbled back a dozen meters.
"Holy shit …" He wiped off the traces of blood from the corner of his lips.
A single sound … even the soundwave alone was more than he could bear!
His internal organs were in excruciating pain, and his entire Hell's Emissary uniform suddenly caught fire. Scorch marks began to appear on the edges of his uniform, before slowly drifting into the air like a black butterfly.
Just the sound alone had exceeded the defensive limits of his Hell's Emissary uniform.
This … is definitely not an opponent that I can deal with!
Whoosh!
Just as his thoughts were racing, the endless strands of hair followed him like a shadow, intertwining and twisting, transforming into a menacing hand that pointed straight at Qin Ye's vitals.
Qin Ye's pupils shrank, and he yelled at the top of his voice, "I'll hand it over!!"
There was no time for hesitation.
Whoosh … The strands of hair stopped three meters away from him. In less than 0.1 seconds, they had already traversed a distance of more than ten meters.
A drop of cold sweat trickled down Qin Ye's forehead. He could even smell the stench of the hair.
He raised his hand and looked at the monster that was more than ten meters away. Then, he slowly squatted down, indicating that he was harmless.
Cold sweat poured down like rain, and he reached into his robes with his other hand, almost as though he were searching for something.
"Don't play tricks, mortal." Arakshasa muttered placidly, "Schemes and schemes are things that only appear when you're not strong enough.
The difference in strength between us is like night and day. No amount of schemes and schemes will … "
Her voice trailed off abruptly.
Qin Ye smiled.
Why did he smile?
Arakshasa was taken aback.
A sudden epiphany at the brink of death?
Did he think that I would really let him off the hook after he handed over that vital soul?
Did he think that he would get lucky?
Or was he scared out of his wits by me?
Just then, Qin Ye's Hell's Emissary uniform fluttered wildly, and the Soul Shackle around his waist clanged softly.
A split second later, his Hell's Emissary uniform burst apart!
The clothes of an ordinary person were revealed, while a golden scroll slowly unfurled on his chest.
His fingertips were pinched with a red string.
"This …" Arakshasa's heart was suddenly filled with an ominous premonition. But she didn't have the luxury of time to think about anything else.
Followed by a loud bang!
An incredibly dense wave of Yin energy transformed into a raging tide that instantly swept across the entire Naraka Bridge!
Majestic, majestic, vigorous, and boundless!
If Arakshasa's Yin energy was akin to the Yellow River, then this wave of Yin energy was akin to a boundless ocean!
Wherever the wave of Yin energy passed, Arakshasa's hair on the ground would be incinerated into nothingness. Then, to her great astonishment, the wave of Yin energy transformed into a black vortex that was dozens of meters large, completely engulfing Qin Ye.
"This is …" She stared at the vortex with disbelief. Then, her entire body began to tremble.
Half a second later, she screamed and dashed madly towards the crack in the ground.
"Sixfold Ghost King … Possessed by the Sixfold Ghost King!!"
"Sss … That damned old hag actually gave him something like this!!"
The black hair on the ground receded like a receding tide. But just then, the black vortex rumbled with an earth-shattering roar, and a figure riding a white warhorse leapt out of the black vortex!
He was clad in silver armor that had already been stained red with blood. He was dressed in tattered black garments, and his face was still that of Qin Ye's.
He held a white spear in his hand, pointing it straight at the frantically fleeing Arakshasa.
Whoosh … The white horse's hooves moved gently, and in the blink of an eye, it had already traversed a distance of a hundred meters!
The silver saddle shone brightly on the white horse as it galloped forward like a shooting star.
"T-t-t-t-t …" The murderous intent behind her soared to the heavens, and Arakshasa's teeth began to chatter as she screamed at the top of her lungs, "No … spare me … spare me!!"
Pu!
Before she could even finish speaking, the tip of a spear protruded from her forehead.
All other sounds came to an abrupt halt. Silence.
Fast.
Incredibly fast.
Of all the martial arts in the world, there is nothing that cannot be overcome by speed.
There was nothing fancy about the spear, and nobody was able to see how it had appeared.
Because by the time it appeared, the opponent would already be dead.
All it took was one spear.
Time seemed to stop for a second. In the next second, a heart-wrenching scream rang out. Arakshasa's head spun and twisted madly along with her black hair. With the tip of the spear as the core, a terrifying black hole was formed!
"Ah … AHHHHHH!!"
"No … NO!!
You … you're just a mere mortal … how dare you … "
Whoosh!
The black hole suddenly closed up, and a ball wrapped in talismans fell to the ground with a loud thud.
Instant kill!