Even though Qin Ye had been an Emissary of Hell for quite some time now, he was still somewhat confused.
In the middle of the dance floor, three women dressed in classical court dresses were dancing an extremely provocative dance. Their pale hands penetrated into their breasts through the slit in their long skirts like vines, and their waists were like water snakes.
Had it not been for the fact that Qin Ye possessed a spiritual body, he wouldn't have been able to refrain from commenting on how charming her dance was.
Along with the enchanting dance was a drumbeat that pounded the heart, as well as a tidal wave of screams.
The Heaven and Earth Bank's ghost notes fluttered in the air as if they were free.
Inside the compartment, some ghosts that had gained sentience were conversing like humans.
The bunny girl carried a tray of wine glasses filled with exquisitely packaged wine.
The audience could not help but nod and shake their feet along with the song of the Desert Camel.
Truth be told, as long as one didn't pay much attention to whether they were real or fake, or whether they were colourful or not, this place was exactly the same as any other nightclub that Qin Ye had ever visited.
"I got on the boat in the desert with a smoking pipe and hourglass on my back and a pot of liquor in my hand!"
"The ancient road is long and winding, endless joy, anger, sorrow, and sorrow, only the camel is still running …" The song gradually faded, and the atmosphere finally calmed down. A few ghosts that looked like students jumped down from the stage and were replaced by a few dancers in suits and leather hats.
The next moment, the soothing atmosphere was instantly ignited with the arrival of the chorus. On the stage, a band with long white hair and extremely avant-garde outfits played loudly.
The white dry ice around them turned into a sea of smoke, and countless ghost hands were raised in the air, screaming at the top of their lungs with the band.
"Day and night intersect, so enchanting and graceful. Wasting time and wasting myself, there are too many lost paths ahead …"
Qin Ye froze for a full minute before he finally snapped out of his daze.
Damn it … aren't they keeping up with the times?
No … this was indeed a clubhouse. There was nothing wrong with the card.
But don't you think it's a little different from the previous invitations?
Even the graphics cards are different!
"Handsome."
Just then, Qin Ye felt a cold sensation on his lower abdomen. He stared in astonishment at the oval-shaped face of a female ghost. She was definitely an eight out of ten when she was alive. Her hand had already covered his unspeakable part, and her index finger was gently tracing the outline of his trousers as she smiled faintly, "First time here?
Pretty handsome. Whose corpse did you borrow?
Did he just die not long ago?
It's such a pity that he died … "
What the f * ck …
Qin Ye couldn't help but feel a strong urge to finish off the other party with a single slash of his sword. Can you please warm your hands first?
He looked at the man coldly. The man's expression changed from a smile, to a stiff expression, to a trembling one, and finally, he opened his mouth abruptly and was about to scream.
"Live … Ugh … Live … Ugh!!" Before she could scream, a pale hand covered her mouth.
The woman's limbs flailed about wildly, and her eyes widened as she pointed her finger at Qin Ye. She couldn't help but cry out in alarm at the mention of a living person.
"Madam, this is the master's honored guest." A humanoid paper effigy covered her mouth.
Unlike the previous paper effigies, this paper effigy was dressed in an extremely crudely drawn black suit and had a ridiculous parting of hair. It was obvious that the artist's skills were not up to par, as the proportions of his facial features were not quite right.
Under the dazzling lights, it made one's hair stand on end.
The female ghost dissipated into wisps of greenish-white Yin energy at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The surrounding people pretended not to see it.
The humanoid paper effigy bowed respectfully, "My Lord, please come with me. The master has invited you."
Qin Ye nodded. The Yin spirits automatically parted to make way for the humanoid paper effigy. It was only when Qin Ye arrived at the corner of the hall that he discovered that there was another floor above.
He walked up the spiral staircase and had a panoramic view of the entire floor.
There was a two-meter large pit right behind the dance floor.
The lighting had been too eerie, so he hadn't noticed it earlier.
Four silver chains were embedded deep into the pit, while wisps of pure Yin energy began to swirl upwards like a cloud of smoke.
"This is …" Qin Ye's eyes flickered, and he forcibly suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart.
His palms were instantly covered with a layer of cold sweat!
It's too familiar …
Pure and thick.
This Yin energy … is a shard of King Yanluo's Seal!
Just then!
Dong …
There was a dull, muffled sound, almost like the tolling of a bell. Something at the bottom of the pit suddenly moved.
A split second later, a tidal wave of Yin energy rushed into the hall like a tidal wave. Nourished by the purest Yin energy in Hell, the atmosphere in the hall instantly reached its peak!
Ghostly cries filled the air!
Amidst the clamor of a hundred ghosts, the shard of King Yanluo's Seal on Qin Ye's chest suddenly seemed to come to life, and his heart began to thump wildly.
Simultaneously, a powerful wave of Yin energy erupted from the room on the second floor, and it immediately locked onto Qin Ye's body with a look of disbelief and bewilderment.
Whoosh!!
Qin Ye's clothes fluttered violently, and then gently fell to the ground.
In that instant, it was as though a storm had just erupted, and he was standing right in the eye of the storm.
"This is … a Soul Hunter?"
He was still five or six meters away from the door.
Yet his feet were rooted to the ground, and he couldn't take another step forward.
He had never expected to find a shard of one of Hell's most precious treasures!
And the only remaining Emissary of Hell, the head honcho of the City of Salvation, actually possessed Yin energy that was on par with that of the puppeteer!
He was a Soul Hunter!
Retreat?
That's impossible. The other party's eyes were already locked onto him.
As long as he dared to leave, all of the ghosts in the hall would immediately follow the orders of the head honcho and surround the basement six.
Enter?
Under the watchful eyes of an old Hunter-class Emissary of Hell … as soon as the two shards of King Yanluo's Seal resonated with one another, he would immediately be killed!
"Fellow Daoist, why aren't you coming up yet?"
Before he could think any further, a voice abruptly called out to him, "Don't tell me … you don't even want to see your former colleagues?"
Damn it …
Caught between a rock and a hard place, Qin Ye secretly clenched his fists. His palms had already grown cold.
Thus, he made his way up to the second floor.
He pushed open the door, only to discover that it was a modern-looking room.
It was a balcony with three walls made of tempered glass.
Two sofas were placed next to the window, while a long European-style table sat in the center.
A large crystal chandelier hung overhead, while a replica of the Mona Lisa hung on one of the walls.
An exquisite cabinet was placed in the corner of the room. It was filled with books, and it was locked securely at the bottom.
Qin Ye could only see the back of a hand resting on the sofa with three intricate rings on it.
Qin Ye drew a deep breath and suppressed the chaotic emotions in his heart. Then, he walked up to the sofa and cupped his hands respectfully, "Emissary of Hell, Qin Ye greets the Soul Hunter."
No response.
Seconds later, he heard a deep voice, "Did you know?"
"When I first sensed your Yin energy, I couldn't believe it at all."
"To think that an Emissary of Hell would be able to survive such a massive upheaval in Hell.
It's even more fantastical than the Arabian Nights. "
Whoosh … The sofa automatically turned around.
The head of the underworld in the entire City of Salvation was finally reflected in Qin Ye's eyes.
It was a middle-aged man.
He held a glass of red liquid in his left hand, and he appeared to be in high spirits. He wore a well-ironed suit, a snow-white shirt, and a navy blue tie.
He wore shiny leather shoes.
He had jet-black hair and a square face. He was the type of person that one would never recognize on the streets.
His looks were extremely ordinary.
If not for the pitch-black Yin energy that occasionally emanated from his seven apertures, Qin Ye would have thought that he was a successful man with a successful career.
And not an Emissary of Hell.
Qin Ye sat down, and the sofa also turned around.
He looked straight into Qin Ye's eyes, and then smiled faintly, "I'm very happy."
"Really."
"I can't believe I'm still able to see a colleague of mine in a world where Hell has been destroyed.
There's nothing more delightful than this. "
He stood up, walked to the bookcase, and pulled open the drawer at the bottom. There was a layer of fridge inside. "What would you like to drink?"
"Almost all the famous brands that you can think of can be found here.
From the second place SMIRNOFF Crown Vodka to MOET CHANDON Moet & Chandon Champagne, MARTELL Martell.
Perhaps you would like to try something else?
My bartending skills are pretty good. "
"No, thank you."
Qin Ye couldn't quite put his finger on it. The other party's English was quite fluent, and he didn't seem like an Emissary of Hell at all.
"You've lost one of the joys of life." The man brought over two bottles and mixed them in his cup.
The golden wine with a rich fragrance fell into the cup, rippling like silk.
He slowly said, "This official is Cao Youdao.
He had been guarding the West Crane Village since two hundred years ago.
It just so happened that his hundred-year term of office had come to an end, and he had attained the rank of Soul Hunter and was transferred to Solid County.
Hell is already gone before the transfer order has even been issued. "
The two liquids blended into a faint golden liquid. He took a whiff of it, and then narrowed his eyes in satisfaction as he pushed it towards Qin Ye, "If you don't accept what the heavens have given you, you'll only be punished.
I decided to head straight to the City of Salvation.
It's taken me decades to conquer this land.
Fellow Daoist, what do you think? "
He spread his arms wide and smiled faintly. Behind him was a frenzied dance floor, and the sky was filled with Yin spirit notes.
It was almost as though he were filled with a sense of accomplishment.
Qin Ye didn't drink the wine. Instead, he smiled, "It's very different from what I'd expected."
"How so?" Cao Youdao leaned forward, "Are you talking about the style of the decoration?
Or is it my personal style?
A hundred Emissaries of Hell, each with their own preferences. It's not like what you'd expect, where every single one of them wears an old-fashioned Emissary of Hell uniform and roams the streets every night. "
He opened the cigar box. Inside were five cigars neatly arranged with a blue ribbon wrapped around them.
He picked up the scissors and continued, "For instance, I like to accept new things.
I've got to say that the world is becoming more and more convenient and beautiful.
I'm beginning to admire humans more and more.
Do you want one? "
Qin Ye shook his head.
Click … Cao Youdao continued to cut the cigar in an orderly manner, "Therefore, it's only by accepting new things that we can keep up with the times."
"Just like you and I, we have to accept the destruction of Hell.
We have to accept it, and then find a way of living that suits us.
For instance … like me. "
Click … Zibo's lighter left a fiery trail in the air, and the entire room was filled with the scent of cherries.
Cao Youdao narrowed his eyes and gazed at Qin Ye, "Be like me … and enjoy the world, and dominate it."
He took a deep puff of his cigar, and the tip of the cigar flickered, "This is an experiment. Now, I sincerely invite you to explore this world with me.
As soon as you nod your head, you'll be the master of the entire City of Salvation, apart from me. "
Qin Ye picked up his cup and swirled it slightly, concealing the ripples in his eyes as he whispered, "What about the government?"
Cao Youdao smiled. "People who are not of the same kind will not enter the same door."
"How can the living understand our world?"
"Newbie, you and I are the only ones in the entire world who can understand each other.
We … are Hell! "