The waterfall of Hell was magnificent, and the number of Yin spirits that lingered in the mortal realm numbered in the hundreds of thousands. As soon as they arrived at the ferry crossing of the River of Forgetfulness, the waterfall of souls didn't stop for dozens of minutes.
Whoosh … The boat drifted gently in the void.
Qin Ye continued to rock the boat, but it appeared as though the ferry would never reach the end of the bridge.
Time trickled by. Countless Yin spirits rushed towards the ferry like moths to a flame, only to plunge into the abyss once more.
Twenty minutes … forty minutes … Suddenly, a spirit appeared out of thin air amidst the waterfall of Yin spirits.
Just then, the old granny let out a long sigh.
Her figure vanished abruptly, and a pitch-black wave of Yin energy swept through the air, sweeping the Yin spirit away. When it appeared again, it was already standing on the ferry.
"It's him?" Qin Ye stared at the Yin spirit in surprise. It was a middle-aged man. His appearance wasn't damaged in the slightest.
He had a square face and an aquiline nose.
His eyebrows were faint, and his clothes were even Armani. He was very particular.
To think that the old granny would go through so much trouble … was actually an ordinary person?
"That's right. Something has happened to Hell, and I can't pinpoint his exact location. Clear Creek County has a large population, and time is of the essence.
All I know is that he died within the past seven days, and that he must have come into contact with 'it'.
Stopping him at Hell's Gate is the best option. "With that, the old granny plunged her hand into the Yin spirit's chest.
"Ahhh!!!"
A shrill scream resounded from the other party's chest, and the man's face contorted madly.
Then, an indescribably cold and gloomy aura suddenly enveloped the entire ferry!
Boom!
Without warning, Qin Ye's Hell's Emissary robes were blown away by the wind.
His eyes widened abruptly, and he gasped in horror, "My god …"
It was Yin energy.
It wasn't too strong.
However, the quality of it was unbelievably high!
Buzz … A nethergale swept through the air, and the void around them seemed to press down slightly. Even the monster lurking in the abyss was completely silent.
Yin energy of this level couldn't possibly appear on the body of a recently deceased Yin spirit!
In fact, it was even more terrifying than the old granny's!
What the hell was this thing?
A human?
A thousand-year-old ghost?
"Hmph …" Just then, the old granny let out a muffled grunt and retracted her hand.
His forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and a golden glow appeared on his hands.
What was even stranger was that countless age spots appeared on her face, as if she had aged dozens of years in an instant.
All the voices stopped abruptly.
Thump, thump … Qin Ye's heart thumped wildly in his ears, and it was only then that he discovered that his entire body was drenched in sweat.
He asked with lingering fear, "Ghost King?"
The old granny stared silently at her hand for several seconds before she chuckled bitterly, "'It' is on this man's body … I'd calculated that it would be in Clear Creek County, and yet you couldn't find it no matter how hard you tried.
All we can do is wait here … wait for the Gates of Hell to open during the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival, and when the wielder of 'it' is summoned here … "
Qin Ye blinked vacantly, "What exactly is' it '?"
The old granny paused for two seconds, "King Yanluo's Seal."
"Oh, so it's … Hang on!" Qin Ye stared at his grandmother as though he had just seen a ghost, "King Yanluo's Seal?
The legendary cornerstone of Hell's construction?
Did you guys lose your food? "
You are so lucky to be alive …
"What's with that look?
Things aren't as you think. "
The old granny glared at Qin Ye as she gasped for breath, "When Hell was first established, there were three primordial treasures, and King Yanluo's Seal was one of them."
"Due to certain reasons, King Yanluo's Seal was shattered.
That said, all primordial treasures are connected to one another. As long as you find one, it will immediately point you to the other. "
"Hang on."
Qin Ye immediately came back to his senses and pointed to himself, "You're not harboring some unrealistic fantasies, are you?"
"Kid, what do you mean by that?
As the last official of Hell, where's your sense of responsibility as a public servant of the citizens of Hell? "
"Bloody hell … I don't want it anymore, alright?!"
"You can, Dogballs. You still have three days left to live."
Qin Ye's voice instantly lowered by an octave as he struggled desperately to survive, "... About that … let's talk about something serious. Let's not bring up such unsettling topics again, alright?
For instance … let's talk about how I'm actually not that good at puzzles? "
The old granny glanced at him, "Without the skin, where would the hair attach to?
Don't you understand?
As soon as something happens to Hell, the first person to die would be a fence-sitter like you. "
You win!
The veins on Qin Ye's temples bulged as he turned his head away. Life was like rape. Since there was no way to resist, he might as well lie down and enjoy it.
Right now, he was prepared to force a smile on his face and enjoy it.
Ah … no … be gentle … grandma …
"He's just a mortal. How could he have come into contact with the shard of King Yanluo's Seal?" Qin Ye cast the matter aside and began to size up the Yin spirit.
He was about to say something when he suddenly paused and blinked vacantly. His eyes were glued to the old granny's body.
"What's wrong?"
"I've seen him before."
Seconds later, Qin Ye turned around and massaged his temples, "This is … Wang Chenghao's father?"
"Are you certain?" The old granny's expression immediately turned serious.
"I'm certain!" Qin Ye responded affirmatively, "He's the richest man in Clear Creek County, Wang Zemin.
I've seen him at the parent-teacher conference. His son, Wang Chenghao, is in the same class as me. "
"He's actually dead?
Why didn't I hear … "
His voice trailed off for the second time, and his eyes gleamed brightly.
Something's not right … something's not right!
The death of the richest man in Clear Creek County was bound to be big news. The county news and websites would definitely report about it.
Even if they didn't, Wang Chenghao would definitely react to it.
Unfortunately, Wang Chenghao didn't.
Wang Chenghao's actions over the past two days didn't seem to suggest that his father had died.
Most importantly, a conversation began to play out in Qin Ye's mind.
"Qin Ye … do you know how to deal with these things?"
"Are you afraid that they'll come looking for you again?"
"No. It's not me.
Truth be told … there's been something wrong with my family recently … "
Things were getting stranger and stranger.
Hell seemed to have come to a standstill. The shard of King Yanluo's Seal had wandered into the mortal realm, the ferryman had died a violent death, and the outbreak of supernatural incidents in the mortal realm … He had already overturned his previous assumptions. Something even more terrifying than a standstill must have happened in Hell.
"Let's go." He shook his head and spoke to the old granny.
"Eh?
Where's your strong will to live? "
Qin Ye rolled his eyes. Since resistance was futile, the best thing to do was to act.
Was the will to live more important than staying alive?
Staying alive.
It didn't mean that he had to live like a dog. Rather, it meant that he had to stay alive and not die.
Even if there were three Lucians, he would still have to be as steady as an old dog.
"This is one of the things I admire about you the most.
You're pretty good at what you do. "
The old granny pulled out a talisman and placed it on Wang Zemin's forehead. Then, with a wave of her hand, the Yin spirit was rolled up into a paper ball and placed into Qin Ye's pocket.
"... Hang on, you've gone through so much trouble to find him, and yet you're dealing with him so casually now?"
"Take good care of it. Your classmate … is probably hiding the most important 'key'. But now's not the time to be talking about this."
With that, she pushed Qin Ye away and walked over to the side of the ship.
She pressed down hard, and the entire ship buzzed with the sound of a horn.
"Didn't you previously speculate that Hell had come to a standstill?"
"Since you've already passed the qualification test, let me show you the truth about Hell that's ten thousand times more terrifying than you've ever guessed."
Whoosh … Under the old granny's control, the ship moved at an inconceivable speed as it shot straight into the depths of the void.
After an inordinate amount of time, the rift rumbled. Ten minutes later, the head of a massive woman slowly emerged from within.
She was beautiful. Her eyebrows were deep, and her eyes were like apricots.
Her lips were as red as blood, and her skin was fair and supple.
Not a single part of her facial features wasn't exquisite. A little more would be excessive, and a little less would make her less beautiful.
However, there was only her head.
There was nothing below her neck!
Three thousand strands of hair fluttered about in the air behind her. The head of the beautiful woman was no smaller than the ferry.
It was incomparably bizarre.
"Is this the last Emissary of Hell you've been looking for?"
She gazed deeply in the direction where the two men had left, and then sighed after a long time, "Without the skin, where would the hair attach itself to … well said …"
"Then … if Hell is no more, what's the point of us existing?"
"What's the point of fighting with your life on the line?"
"If the mortal realm is going to be thrown into chaos, why not just let it be?
Do you really think you can solve the problem on your own?
Why do you insist on being a feather? "
She shook her head gently, and her beautiful head sank back into the abyss once more.
… …
The old granny gently rowed the boat. Qin Ye sat at the bow of the boat, and the boat sailed quickly.
There was nothing but pure black fog in front of them. Every time the boat moved, it would split apart the fog and sail straight ahead.
After an inordinate amount of time, the fog finally cleared up, and a massive bridge appeared in front of them.
It was a bluestone bridge, and it was at least ten thousand meters wide!
It was so long that they couldn't even see the end of it!
The entire bridge was made out of neatly laid bluestone. However, it appeared to be quite old, and it was covered with dark scars.
From time to time, some moss would crawl out.
It was a testament to the passage of time.
A person standing in front of it would appear as insignificant as an ant.
Qin Ye stared at the ten-thousand-meter bridge in astonishment, and he drew a deep breath, "Could this be … the Naraka Bridge?"
The old granny's gaze was incomparably complex. She stopped rowing the boat and pointed to the end of the bridge, "A hundred years ago, I sat right there, ladling out a spoonful of soup for each and every soul."
Qin Ye followed the old granny's finger. At the end of the Naraka Bridge, there was a huge three-legged bronze cauldron.
It was a hundred meters tall, and there were carvings of flowers, birds, insects, and snakes on its surface. Four bronze dragons crawled out of the cauldron, and their mouths were no more than half a meter from the ground.
Underneath the cauldron was an ancient square table covered with yellow paper.
The cauldron was there, the table was there, but the people were not.
"Legend has it that there is a Naraka Bridge in the Yellow Springs. Anyone who reaches this point can only sigh helplessly.
In front of the Naraka Bridge, there is a ferryman who ferries Yin spirits onto the bridge using the waters of the River of Forgetfulness.
After drinking Granny Meng's soup, they will enter the cycle of reincarnation. "
Qin Ye watched the scene with some emotion as he murmured, "And after drinking Granny Meng's soup, one will forget everything that has happened in the past.
If one wishes to remember, they will have to jump into the River of Forgetfulness and wait for a thousand years. "
"The ferryman is dead, and Granny Meng has come to the mortal realm for the first time. The entire Naraka Bridge is empty, and the thousands of souls on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness are unable to transcend … Granny Meng, what exactly happened in Hell?"
"You don't seem surprised at all?" Granny Meng looked at Qin Ye's expression.
It was as though he had expected this to happen.
Qin Ye smiled bitterly and shook his head, "You mentioned earlier that the ferryman would send Yin spirits to your place. That's when I guessed your identity.
After all, the ferryman can only go to one place at a time. "
Otherwise, do you really think I wouldn't dare to stand up and resist?
I'm a man with guts!
Three days?
So what if it's three days?
I'd rather die standing than live on my knees for three days!
But!
The crux of the matter lies in this' but '.
But I can't do it. This powerful being can easily turn me into a meat patty with a single slap. What's the use of resisting?
If that's not possible, then I might as well switch from rape to rape … My response is indeed flawless …