"Interesting, that old hag didn't come."
The ghost servant also felt that this was strange. He was already at the third level of the Ultimate Emperor Realm, and his brother Du had also broken through. If he met Meng Po again, he would definitely teach her a lesson. Unfortunately, that old hag was hiding and not coming out.
"Brother Du, should we go in and take a look?"
The ghost servant had many bad ideas. Since Meng Po hadn't appeared and Du Feng was so strong, he might as well take this opportunity to enter the underworld. He might as well take this opportunity to enter the Underworld and take a look. Perhaps he might discover something different.
"Master, be careful."
Before Du Feng could make up his mind, Secretary Zhuang interjected. As a member of a ghost clan, he was quite clear about the underworld's rules. The underworld didn't just have the Underworld; there were also many large factions. Most importantly, if a martial artist stayed in the underworld for too long, their souls would be corroded.
Just like how the underworld's envoys and servants couldn't stay in the human world for too long, human martial artists couldn't stay in the underworld for too long. Otherwise, it would affect the balance of this world and result in bad consequences. The human world had a World Guardian, and so did the underworld. Du Feng wasn't strong enough to ignore the World Guardian.
"En, I understand."
After listening to Secretary Zhuang's words, Du Feng had a general idea of the underworld. He didn't want to go anywhere else. He just wanted to walk the legendary Yellow Springs Path and take a look at Golden Chicken Ridge, Wild Dog Ridge, Bridge of Helplessness, River of Forgetfulness, and Stone of Three Lives.
"You can look at the Bridge of Helplessness, but don't cross it."
Secretary Zhuang emphasized again that it was fine to take a look at River of Forgetfulness and Bridge of Helplessness, but don't cross it.
"Don't worry, I know."
Apart from being curious about the Underworld, Du Feng was also curious about why Meng Po hadn't appeared. If something happened to her, who would manage the Bridge of Helplessness? Didn't the ghosts that crossed the bridge need to drink Meng Po's soup? He wasn't the only one curious. All human martial artists were curious about the Bridge of Helplessness and Meng Po's soup.
"Brother Du, I'll lead the way."
Knowing that he could go to the underworld to play, the ghost servant was so excited that he took the initiative to lead the way. He also felt that it was strange. How did he know the route here? It felt like he had never been here before. On the contrary, Du Feng did not find it strange. Since the ghost servant was suppressed in the Thunder Fall Hall, He might have been an impressive Ghost Cultivator in the past, but his Cultivation had been destroyed and his memories sealed.
As his Cultivation continued to advance, the secrets of his body continued to be unraveled. One day, he would figure out his identity and what amazing things he had done in the Underworld.
"Wu wu …"
The passageway to the Underworld looked very long, and there was no end at all. However, they walked very fast. The ghost servant led the way in front. Du Feng followed for a while before he heard the sound of the cold wind whistling. When he looked up, he saw three blood-red words — Hell's Gate!
Wow, I've arrived at the gates of hell so quickly. It's a little strange. Thinking about it, if the Underworld wasn't strange, it wouldn't be called the Underworld. This place was different from the human world. In the human world, the East Continent and the West Continent were separated by the sea. The distance was fixed and wouldn't change. Unless you used the Teleportation Formation, you would have to fly for a long time.
However, the Underworld was strange. One second, you were in the east, and the next, you might be in the west. The space here was erratic, and one had to find a pattern. The ghost servant clearly knew the pattern of the Underworld, so he quickly brought Du Feng to the Gates of Hell.
When those lonely souls were brought into the Gates of Hell and stepped on the Yellow Springs Road, they probably felt the same way. He thought that it was still far away, but in the blink of an eye, he entered the Gates of Hell.
Don't look back on the Yellow Springs Road, sigh on the Bridge of Helplessness!
After passing the Gates of Hell, it was the legendary Yellow Springs Road. In the formation, Du Feng had walked the Yellow Springs Road many times, but coming to the real Yellow Springs Road was a completely different experience. Gusts of cold wind blew the dark yellow smoke, making it impossible to see the road ahead. He only felt a chill on his back, and he didn't dare to take big steps forward, as if he would fall off the cliff with the next step.
"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and go!"
At this moment, a Soul Gatherer herded a few wandering ghosts forward. These lonely souls were really unlucky. Their bodies were clearly dead, but their souls were hooked by iron hooks. They didn't have freedom at all. If they walked a little slower, they would be whipped by the Soul Gatherer's feather whip.
If it was in the human world, using a feather whip to whip adults would be a joke. The feather was light and soft, and hitting a person was completely different. But it was different in the Underworld, especially on this Yellow Springs Road. After humans lost their bodies, their souls were very weak. Being whipped by a feather whip could be said to be extremely painful. The pain in the soul was countless times more painful than the pain in the body.
"Master, don't interfere."
Zhuang Bugui was afraid that Du Feng would take pity on those lonely souls and interfere in their affairs, so he quickly reminded him. Actually, with Du Feng's current Cultivation, he could crush a few Soul Gatherers in minutes. But this was the Underworld, and it was on the Yellow Springs Road inside the Gates of Hell, which belonged to others. If he interfered in the affairs of the Underworld, he would cause big trouble.
"Don't worry, I won't interfere."
Du Feng knew that Zhuang Bugui meant well, but he was a little too long-winded.
"Ah … ah … I don't want to die!"
"Sob sob sob … Let me go, my family has plenty of money."
Many ghosts seemed to be unable to accept the fact that they were dead. They thought that the Soul Gatherer was a bad guy who captured them for money. Among them, there was a fat little fatty who said that he would give the Soul Gatherer a large sum of money to let him go.
"Kid, you're already dead. Come with me obediently. After checking the Book of Life and Death, I can convict you. "
Of course, the Soul Gatherer wouldn't let him go for money. Besides, money in the human world was useless to a ghost cultivator.
"Convict me? What right do you have to convict me? My family has money. Just tell my father how much money your master wants. "
The little fatty was quite arrogant. He thought that no matter how big a mistake he made in the past, he would be fine. He remembered that once he brought a few scoundrel friends and beat an old beggar to death in the alley. At first, the government said that they would investigate, but then there was nothing. Another time, he burned down someone's house, and the family of three died inside. His father still used money to settle it. So this time, he would definitely settle it with money.
"Smack!"
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