Chapter 72
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"Where is it?"
"An ancient tunnel."
"What tunnel?"
"The gate to Hell."
"What?"
"Someone once created a gate to the Infernal Realm nearby, but it failed."
"Where is it? Is it far? "
"About an hour."
"That far?" Chen Zhao hesitated.
"Should we go tomorrow?"
"Let's talk when we're free. An hour's too far."
"You can only see that place during the full moon. You'll have a chance in the next three days. If you exceed this time, you'll have to wait until next month."
"What's so interesting about a failed gate to Hell?" Chen Zhao asked, confused.
"It's a gate that can be entered but not exited. Maybe the person who created the gate wanted to create a two-way gate that can be entered and exited."
"What's the point?"
"Of course it's meaningless to you. You can enter and exit Hell yourself. You don't need to go through the gate, but it's very important to normal humans."
"I didn't think of the use of this gate."
"Think about it. One of your family members has died, and you want to see them. You can pass through the Gates of Hell and see your family member who has fallen into Hell.
"That's ridiculous. Even if the soul falls into Hell, it's so big. How do you find it?"
"There's no need. If the soul isn't captured by the demons, you only need to use demonic magic to send a soul in. Then the gate will send the family's soul out. If it's already in the demons' hands, you need to use more souls to trade."
"But even if you summon your family's soul back, it'll be incomplete, right?"
"Yes, that's the obsession of you humans. Not everyone is that rational."
"Sleep, sleep. We'll think about it tomorrow."
…
Chen Zhao kept thinking about Blackie's words and couldn't fall asleep.
As a result, his sleep quality was extremely poor. When he woke up the next day, he was still listless.
Plus, he hadn't recovered from the fire yesterday.
Chen Zhao's neck was sore and he couldn't move his limbs.
Chen Zhao was a doctor. He knew that this was because of muscle fatigue caused by a sudden high level of physical exertion.
Chen Zhao cleared his own meridians. Only then did the symptoms ease a little.
Beelzebub, Raymond, and Carrie had just fallen asleep after a long night.
Knock knock —
Chen Zhao opened the door. It was Gerlyn.
"Gerlyn, why are you here?"
"What? Am I not welcome? Or is there another woman hiding in your house? "
Chen Zhao moved aside and let Gerlyn in. "Don't you have work today?"
Gerlyn went into the house and picked up the milk Chen Zhao had drunk.
"I just solved a big case. Melson gave me two days off."
Chen Zhao poured another glass of milk. "So you can stay with me for the next two days?"
"Then did you miss me?"
"Of course." Chen Zhao pulled Gerlyn into the bedroom.
After the morning exercise, the two went downstairs again.
"Do you have any work today?"
"No, my time is up to you."
"Let's go camping."
"Sure."
Gerlyn indeed wanted to relax. Otherwise, she wouldn't have dragged Chen Zhao to the camping trip.
"Bring the children."
Gerlyn really liked these little demons. She even envied Chen Zhao for raising them to be so obedient.
The town Chen Zhao lived in was called Mountain Town. Naturally, it was because there were a few continuous mountains next to it.
For the entire morning, Chen Zhao and Gerlyn were cuddling together.
After lunch, the two packed their camping things and got into Gerlyn's car.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Chen Zhao carried the biggest bag and gave the other to Walter, who was the biggest.
"Gerlyn, you've been camping here before?"
"Yes, but not for camping. Half a year ago, I found a corpse nearby."
"Okay … Let's stop talking about this."
"There's a lake over there. Let's camp there."
Gerlyn didn't know that there was one more person in their group … or rather, a demon, Blackie.
"The gate to Hell I mentioned is in the river upstream of the lake. Do you want to go check it out?"
"Let's do it another time. Gerlyn's here."
Chen Zhao didn't want to ruin the atmosphere of the camping trip. When they reached the lake, he felt a refreshing aura seeping into his heart.
The lake sparkled and the breeze rippled. The water was clear and there were dense forests on both sides.
"If I had money, I'd definitely buy this place and build a mansion here," Gerlyn said emotionally.
Indeed, the scenery here was beautiful and the air was fresh. The natural environment was preserved too well.
Anyone who came here would fall in love with this place.
"This land can't be bought without tens of millions, right?"
"Chen, you're thinking too much. This land can't be worth more than $500,000."
"How is that possible? How can such a good environment only cost $500,000? "
"This isn't farmland or a farm. There's almost no development value here. It's also inconvenient to get to and there aren't any homes nearby. How much value do you think it has?"
To Chen Zhao, five hundred thousand dollars was definitely worth it for this piece of land.
However, it wasn't a small amount to Chen Zhao either.
"Human," Blackie said. "If you buy this land, Mistress will have enough space to move around in the future. She won't have to stay in the space crevice every day."
"But didn't you just build a home in the space crevice?"
"I can move the space crevice here, or move all the things inside here."
"You can move the space crevice?"
"It's a bit troublesome, but it's not impossible."
"But I don't have money."
It wasn't that Chen Zhao didn't have money. He'd earned quite a bit recently, but it was only $500,000.
Even if he took out all his money to buy this land, he'd need money to build a house.
Moreover, he'd need to build a road to the highway. That would also cost a lot.
"No rush. It's not that easy to move a space crevice anyway."
"You instigated me to buy this piece of land just to give Little San and the others a place to move around?"
"More importantly, it's very close to the gate to Hell."
"What does that have to do with you?"
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