"Will it always be like this?" He gritted his teeth.
"No … as soon as the Ethereal Hall is completed, we'll be able to produce a special type of talisman paper specifically used by Emissaries of Hell.
When you reap the soul, stick it on the Yin spirit's head. That way, they won't be able to remember anything once they arrive at Hell's Gate. "Arthis responded placidly," Rather than worrying about the future, you might as well look at the present. "
"These people … are filled with fear and apprehension. As soon as you give them an answer that exceeds their psychological boundaries, aren't you afraid that … you'll only be a Yama-King for a day?"
Qin Ye stared at the dense mass of Yin spirits below with a splitting headache.
What to do?
What should he do now?
Hell simply didn't have a place to store these Yin spirits, and this was only the first batch!
"There's a thousand things that need to be done in Hell. All newly arrived Yin spirits are to be sent to participate in the construction of Hell.
Don't worry, as soon as the construction of Hell is complete, everyone will be paid for their labors. "
Nobody said a single word. This was a good sign. Qin Ye sighed softly, "These rewards aren't in the form of Hell's currency. Rather, they're benefits that belong solely to the citizens of Hell who are involved in the construction of Hell right now.
For example, he could choose his own residence on the newly built streets.
For example, priority in entering the government assessment department … "
"Sigh …" Arthis sighed with a chuckle as she sat up.
Then, the more Qin Ye spoke, the more grave the expression in his eyes became.
The Yin spirits below did not shed tears of gratitude. Instead, they looked at each other in disbelief.
"... Hell is about to be completely rebuilt, and all sorts of important buildings need to be constructed …" Qin Ye continued with a deep voice. He was already mulling over the matter in his heart - Did I say something wrong?
Where did I go wrong?
"My lord."
Before he could even finish speaking, the bespectacled middle-aged man straightened up and asked respectfully, "Do we have to rebuild every single door that leads into Hell?"
"Yes." Qin Ye couldn't find any reason to lie. He was in dire need of manpower right now.
"… Then … are the other lords not going to do anything?"
The middle-aged man pushed up his glasses, and his smile became even more respectful. "I used to be a civil servant from Laidong City. Your words sound especially friendly to me."
Qin Ye's lips trembled slightly. It was true that he had never been a part of the government before, much less had he ever managed anyone before. Naturally, he was a new official, so he had no choice but to rely on what he could recall.
Even though he had lived for so long, there was still a huge gap between what he saw and what he thought and what he did.
"I'm the only one at Hell's Gate. I'm responsible for everything."
"So it's only you …" The burly man from before stood up with a sinister smile. "F * ck!
I was worried for half a day. What Eighteen Levels of Hell, Six Paths of Reincarnation … Go to hell! "
Qin Ye's eyes flickered, and he tightened his grip around the armrest.
Following the burly man's words, at least a hundred people stood up. The eyes of the others flickered with hesitation.
"In other words, the Underworld that I've been afraid of is just an empty shell."
The burly man savagely licked his lips. "Old man, there are a lot of empty seats next to you … Do you think that if we sit there, we can also show off like you?"
"Who knows, I might even get promoted faster if my performance is better than his." A young man with dyed blonde hair also stared at the main hall with excitement. He stood up with his hands clasped together.
Crack … crack … A muscular man cracked his neck and stood up as well, "Hell is far different from what I'd imagined. I was terrified when I first arrived, but who would've thought that it would be a hundred times better than I'd imagined? Bloody hell, they've even prepared chairs for us."
"What are you waiting for!" The malevolent-looking man pointed at the main hall and shouted, "Can't you see that there's no one in the Underworld?
Everyone, just sit on it!
We are the Black and White Impermanence of the TV!
What's there to be afraid of?! "
"That's right! There are over a thousand of us, and he's alone. What's there to be scared of?!" "There are so many empty chairs, aren't they waiting for us?!
Open the door!! "" Out of the way!
Let me pass!! "
The scene instantly turned chaotic.
At least hundreds of people stood up and rushed towards the main hall with bloodshot eyes.
Qin Ye shut his eyes and sighed, "Where did I go wrong?"
"It's too gentle." Arthis curled her perfect silicone legs.
He nudged the beam gently, "You don't have a complete grasp of the state of mind of a Yin spirit. But that's fine. All Emissaries of Hell have encountered similar situations before."
"They had descended from the mortal realm with a sense of trepidation and awe in their hearts, only to discover that Hell was completely different from what they had imagined.
Moreover, it was a place without restraint.
There is no law, no police, no government. You are sitting here, a wooden sculpture, surrounded by desolation.
The desire in his heart grew exponentially, coupled with the fact that he thought that the law could not be enforced when there were too many people.
As long as one person shouts, a thousand people will riot. "
"This is what a Yin spirit riot looks like. And this is still considered a small one. Once the scale of the uprising increases, it becomes a Yin spirit riot. And the most frightening of all is a Yin spirit rebellion.
There have only been two rebellions and five riots in Hell's history. Riots occur once every hundred years.
You're not exactly free of worries … You're fighting for time with these Yin spirits.
As soon as you fail to suppress the riots, then … your reign as King Yanluo of Hell will come to an end. "
"Don't forget … this is just a prelude. It's a piece of cake. When the Yin spirits from all over the country sense the establishment of the new Hell, and they rush over in droves, you might not even be able to hold up the foundations of Hell … and that's going to be a disaster …"
BOOM!!
Just then, six to seven hundred Yin spirits rushed over with bloodshot eyes and ferocious expressions on their faces. But as soon as they arrived at the entrance of the main hall, a ghastly white screen of light suddenly appeared. The screen of light was filled with indecipherable ancient runes that sealed off the entrance.
"Open the door!!
Let us in!! "" You don't have anyone here anyway. Isn't it better for us to help out?! "" Open the door!
Let us in!!
Aren't you afraid that we'll tell your superiors about your mistreatment of us?!! "" You're irresponsible and you refuse to meet our needs. You'll be dismissed sooner or later!
Open the door! "
Qin Ye could see the ferocious expressions on the faces of the middle-aged man who had been squeezed into the crowd, and he could see the fervent yearning for power on his face.
He could see the ferocious look of ecstasy on the burly man's face at the disappearance of the law. He could see the impulsive desire for violence on the burly man's face. He could see the ferocious madness on the faces of the old men who had been instigated by Qin Ye.
"The disappearance of fear and law has caused the tightrope of the human heart to snap." Qin Ye murmured, and then nodded thoughtfully, "I'll remember this."
"Don't worry. Hell's Gate is the gateway to Hell. It can only be opened by the assault of a million Yin spirits.
And as the founder of the new Hell, you have the right to control all of the buildings in Hell.
But what are you going to do now? "Arthis asked with great interest.
Qin Ye smiled faintly and snapped his fingers.
With a loud crack, the screen of light in front of the main hall shattered into a shower of white light.
Hundreds of Yin spirits suddenly lost a target to attack, and they immediately rushed in like a tide of ghosts.
Just then, the Yin spirits in front of the main hall cried out in alarm and hurriedly retreated.
The front and back of the main hall were immediately blocked off.
The clamor and screams were quickly replaced by silence. Then, they began to retreat quietly with fear on their faces.
Because Qin Ye had just pulled out the demonhead saber right in front of them.
The pale blade of the saber was wreathed in netherflames.
Qin Ye slammed the table and leapt towards the barrier in front of him.
"What should I do?" Qin Ye smiled faintly, "You've already given me plenty of reminders …"
"I've really been … too gentle."
As soon as he finished speaking, the demonhead saber suddenly slashed forward.
Whoosh!!
Unlike how it was used in the mortal realm, this strike appeared to resonate with the entire world around it. The new Hell let out a buzzing sound, and an innumerable amount of Yin energy surged into the demonhead saber like a tsunami. A pitch-black saber light erupted from within the main hall of Hell's Gate, rising to a height of ten meters as it rushed straight through the main hall.
Clatter clatter clatter!!
Gravel scattered everywhere, and a chasm that was several meters deep appeared in the ground. Innumerable netherflames surged into the sky, while the Yin spirits in the middle of the chasm were completely wiped out by this single strike.
A single strike was all it took to extinguish at least a hundred Yin spirits.
"Oh?" Arthis played with her hair lazily, "When did you discover this?"
"Early in the morning."
Qin Ye smiled as he walked out of the hall. Wherever he passed, the Yin spirits that were still in an uproar a moment ago would stare at him with great disbelief. Then, they turned to look at the deep chasm in the ground, widened their eyes, gasped, and parted ways for Qin Ye.
Dead silence.
Not a single sound could be heard.
Wherever he passed, the Yin spirits would retreat until he stood right in front of the square-shaped cauldron.
"You've always said that ghosts would retain their former sentience without the escort of an Emissary of Hell.
Aren't I the only Emissary of Hell in this place? "
Qin Ye rested his saber on his shoulder and glanced around. Not a single Yin spirit dared to look him in the eye. Everyone lowered their heads wherever he looked.
Arthis flew out of the main hall. Some of the Yin spirits saw the peculiar silicone doll, but not a single one of them dared to laugh.
"Remember, Hell … is a realm.
You're the one who created it. In other words, you're the god of creation of this realm. "
"The very essence of your life has already begun to transform.
However, a realm can be strong or weak. How far you can go in the end will depend on how well Hell develops. "
"If you have the ability to unify the entire underworld and wage a war of the gods against the other underworlds, then … you might truly be on par with the legendary God of Creation, Jesus Christ and Pangu."
"Here, you are God, the one and only God. No one can hurt you."
Qin Ye nodded his head. He understood.
Yes: No one can hurt you.
It did not mean that he could rule the world.
As the number of Yin spirits in Hell continues to grow, and each one of them carries its own sentience, Hell will no longer be able to wipe them all out. Then, when the other Yin spirits form their own government, who will Hell belong to?
How hateful! Every year, I work for someone else?
Who's in charge of Hell?!
"There's still much to learn …" He slowly walked over and made a grasping motion in the air. The bespectacled middle-aged man's soul flew over and knelt down in front of Qin Ye.
"You … what are you going to do …" His voice trembled, "I … I'm going to appeal!
I-I'm also a citizen of Hell right now … I-I have political rights … "
Qin Ye smiled.
Then, the saber slashed down!
Whoosh … The saber sliced through the air without leaving a trace.
The bespectacled man's body drifted away like a gentle breeze, and a speck of soulfire drifted into the main hall, lighting up the ancient lamp in the hands of the Rakshasas and Vajra Statues.
"Who else?" He slowly turned around and glanced around the hall.
Everyone, regardless of whether they were the burly man or the muscular man, all had trembling lips.
Five seconds later … Thud, thud, thud … The remaining eight to nine hundred Yin spirits knelt down and kowtowed to the ground with their foreheads.
Not a single word was uttered.
"Who told you that Hell can bargain with me?"