Qin Ye was completely dumbfounded.
He glanced at the registration desk that was hundreds of people long, and then glanced at the darkness around him. His body trembled, "Is it too late to resign now?"
Boom!
Before he could even finish speaking, a tree by the side of the boulevard suddenly toppled over. Arthis raised her hand and smiled brightly, "What do you think?"
It doesn't seem feasible …
"So … I'll first have to find some trustworthy Yin spirits to act as Death Inquisitors?" Qin Ye rubbed his chin and gritted his teeth.
Just then, a series of thumps resounded throughout the entire space.
"Oh, it's your first customer."
Arthis glanced with great interest at the rows of Yin spirits who were looking around curiously as they slowly made their way over.
She gloated at Qin Ye's misfortune.
Bloody hell … Qin Ye furrowed his brows as soon as he saw it. What the hell is this?!
Patches of netherflames rose from the Yin energy in the surroundings like fireflies in the dark night, before landing on the ground and transforming into figures of astonished people.
Contrary to what he had expected, there was no order at all.
There were employees dressed in suits and civil servants carrying briefcases. Most of them were white-haired old men and women, and all of them looked around curiously. All of them were Yin spirits, and there were at least a thousand of them. Some of them were even fumbling around in their pockets as they discussed with great fervour.
What are they touching?
Qin Ye clutched his forehead weakly. Apart from taking pictures and posting them on social media, what else can they do?
These Yin spirits aren't afraid at all!
It was completely different from what he had envisioned - Yin spirits being strung up on a rope by an Operative-class Yin spirit, walking silently towards Hell's Gate with their heads lowered.
The scarlet leaves on both sides of the road, and the paper money fluttering in the air, did nothing to arouse the apprehension of the Yin spirits. Should I say that they were the new generation of Yin spirits born and bred in Cathay?
"Hang on … why aren't they afraid?" Qin Ye shook his head with a look of astonishment on his face, "Haven't I done a good job with the atmosphere in Hell?"
Arthis pulled out a hookah from somewhere and took a drag gracefully, "To be honest, you've done a good job.
However, Hell was once equipped with a surround sound system sponsored by the Black Mountain Group, and the cost of the system is tens of millions.
There's also the lighting equipment sponsored by the Painted Skin Group, which also costs tens of millions.
Also, there's the road to the Evil Coming Real Estate building … "
Qin Ye massaged his temples, "I get it … Bloody hell, this is just a set. There's no lighting, no sound effects, and no extras. It doesn't have the same atmosphere as Hell, does it?"
"Not only that."
She exhaled a puff of greenish-blue smoke from her silicone lips as she glanced at Qin Ye, "Without the suppression of an Emissary of Hell, how would Yin spirits know where they're going?
Those who don't know would think that it's the chosen one who entered the Infinite Game. "
"… You're even reading 'Infinite Novel' now … Should I limit your online time …?"
"Be quiet and listen to me. Don't talk nonsense."
Arthis rolled her eyes at him, "Truth be told, the main source of merit points for an official position in Hell isn't the suppression of evil ghosts. Rather, it's the results of a ten-year assessment at the end of their ten-year tenure.
Every time, he would be able to obtain a tenth of the merit for his promotion to the next official position.
Understand? "
Qin Ye furrowed his brows and nodded.
Arthis didn't finish her sentence. What she was implying was that even the King Yanluo of Hell started off as a village official.
He had already accepted the heavy responsibility of rebuilding Hell, and he would have to take things one step at a time.
First, he would have to find a way to interact with Yin spirits.
Arthis' figure flickered and drifted over to the top of the main beam. Qin Ye drew a deep breath, and Yin energy erupted from his body, transforming him into his Hunter-class state. Then, he flipped over and sat down on the chair.
"What will you do?"
Arthis tapped her silicone fingers gently on the beam with a smile on her face as she murmured, "Yin spirits without the suppression of an Emissary of Hell are going to be a real pain in the ass …"
Qin Ye sat in the main hall with a perturbed heart as he watched the group of Yin spirits making their way towards Hell's Gate. He drew several deep breaths.
"Calm down … calm down!" He placed his hand on his chest, "Isn't it just a matter of putting on airs and going through the motions?
I can do it … When it comes to putting on airs, I've never lost to anyone before! "
Twenty minutes passed. Half an hour later, all of the Yin spirits arrived at the entrance of the main hall.
The words' Hell's Gate 'were etched into their minds. The Yin spirits looked at the two couplets, and their expressions became incomparably complex.
Some were in disbelief, some were pleasantly surprised, and some were apprehensive … Qin Ye silently took in the expressions of the Yin spirits in the main hall, and he grew taciturn.
He maintained a calm expression on his face, but his heart was already incomparably calm.
Bloody hell … is this really a job that a newbie Emissary of Hell should undertake?!
The entire hall was silent. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of paper money fluttering endlessly in the air. After an inordinate amount of time, a commotion broke out below. Finally, an old Yin spirit was elected by the others, and he slowly walked up with the help of a cane.
Their eyes met, and the old man's heart grew cold.
The creature in front of him wasn't human at all. He had black eyes, white pupils, and a head full of white hair. The old man shuddered as he recalled the words' Hell's Gate ', and he fell to his knees involuntarily, "My lord … is this … Hell?"
"Yes." Qin Ye's voice was placid, and it reverberated throughout the entire hall, "You're already dead."
The old man's entire body trembled, and he crawled two steps forward. When he looked up again, his white hair was disheveled, and his lips were trembling as though he were suffering from a stroke. His voice was choked with sobs, "My lord … I … am Huang Zhengweng, the thirty-fifth richest man in Insignia Province. If … if I can be returned to the mortal realm … I'm willing to pay any price!"
"That's right!
My lord!
I beg of you!
I don't want to die! "" My lord!
Please spare me!
My daughter is still waiting for me at home! "" My lord, please spare me! "
"Silence!!!" Qin Ye's head was spinning with the clamor of the crowd, almost as though there were thousands of ducks in the hall.
As soon as Qin Ye uttered the word 'silence', the entire hall fell silent.
"Life and death are decreed by fate. How can Hell allow the likes of you to bargain?
Where do you think this is?
A wet market?! "
Arthis raised her eyebrows, but she remained silent.
"My lord …" A man with a scar on his face stepped forward with a look of regret on his face, "Is this really … Hell?"
"What do you think?
A game of gods? "Qin Ye sneered.
The burly man gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to ask, "Is it true that … all who have sinned in the mortal realm … will be sent down to the Eighteen Abysses of Hell, and then into the six paths of reincarnation?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him immediately gasped in horror and backed away several meters.
Qin Ye stared at him coldly without saying a word.
It was an ordinary question, but it was also a tricky one.
He didn't even have a single person under his command!
A future King Yanluo of Hell was sitting on the throne, and the Yin spirits were no longer under his control. They had developed their own thoughts. The six paths of reincarnation, the Ten Abysses of Hell, and the Eighteen Abysses of Hell hadn't even been established yet. In fact, he didn't even know where the Book of Life and Death was. He couldn't even see the merits and demerits of these people back in the mortal realm. Where else could he possibly send them?
He suddenly understood the true meaning behind Arthis's earlier words.
This was a test of the new Consul's ability to control his subordinates from scratch.
"My lord …" The burly man's voice was obviously filled with nervousness and a kind of madness at the end of the road. His voice was hoarse. "Is that so?"
"There are some special circumstances in Hell right now."
After a long moment of deliberation, Qin Ye finally decided to reveal the truth to all of the Yin spirits. There was no way to hide something like this. Furthermore, there were over a thousand Yin spirits … Not even he had the confidence to suppress them. Thus, he continued in a deep voice, "Hell is in a state of collapse. We'll need everyone to work hard to rebuild it."
Arthis sighed wistfully from the top of the beam.
He's still too inexperienced.
Indeed, Granny Meng had chosen the right candidate. He was the only Emissary of Hell who had a chance of completing the task of rebuilding Hell.
However, he also had a fatal flaw.
Because he had consumed the taisui fungus, he had never dared to step foot into the upper echelons of society.
Furthermore, he didn't even know how to manage the affairs of a village.
Just like now, he had been forced to reveal all of his secrets. She could already deduce that things weren't going to end well today.
"There are no Emissaries escorting you, and the Yin spirits carry their memories with them. You're basically negotiating with a group of living people …" She continued softly, "The human heart is the hardest to fathom. A single person is simple and pure, but a hundred people is like an unbreakable scripture … I hope … you'll remember today's lesson well."
"Rebuild?
Collapse? "
The burly man heaved a sigh of relief. Just then, a bespectacled middle-aged man exclaimed, "Rebuild … Hell is gone?
Then where are we going to live?
Are we … going to participate in the rebuilding? "
"My Lord." An old woman responded with some measure of bewilderment, "We didn't do anything bad when we were alive. Are we going to participate in the rebuilding as well?"
"What the hell is going on here?" "Doesn't Hell have its fair share of good and evil?
I'm just a commoner, aren't I? "
"Insolence!!" Qin Ye bellowed. His voice thundered through the entire hall.
He suddenly discovered that he felt as though he were the lord of the entire world.
Clatter … All of the Yin spirits immediately knelt down like quails. But upon closer inspection, each of them had a different expression on their faces.
Each and every one of them had the same expression on their faces - fear and apprehension.
But there was something else hidden beneath the fear and apprehension.
Some were gloating, some were deep in thought, while others were sneaking glances at Qin Ye's silhouette.
There were even gnashing of teeth.
Extreme apprehension and fear had formed a tightrope.
All Qin Ye had to do was ensure that this tightrope didn't break.
"How dare you make a ruckus in Hell. Are you tired of living?"
Qin Ye's gaze was as cold as a blade as he swept his gaze across each and every one of them. Not a single person dared to look up and say a single word.
Just then, Arthis whispered softly from above his head, "You can instruct them to clear out the Yin energy, level the forests, and even construct buildings.
Kid, this is only the first batch of Yin spirits. There will only be more and more of them in the future. If you leave them alone … it's only a matter of time before something big happens. "
Qin Ye had a bad feeling about this, "For instance?"
Arthis chuckled, "Yin spirits that are no longer suppressed by Hell, but still retain their sentience in their former lives. What do you think will happen when more and more of them gather together?"
Qin Ye gasped in horror.
Riots …
Riots of Yin spirits!
Especially when … he's the only Emissary of Hell here!
In the worst-case scenario, the new Hell might even be overthrown, and countless Yin spirits would push him out of the political arena!