"During those eight years?"
Chen Tang's mind shook violently, knowing she spoke of the eight years when Chen Shi was dead.
As for this period of history, Chen Shi himself no longer had any memories of it, but Wu Qingyu had developed a soul-loss illness out of longing for her son, her soul leaving her body to search for him in the underworld.
A frail woman like her, and merely a soul at that, she had drifted aimlessly through the underworld, liable to die at the jaws of ghosts and monsters at any moment, yet she had miraculously found Chen Shi.
She ought to know what had happened to Chen Shi during that time.
Wu Qingyu said, "When I found him, it was amidst a sea of demonic fire."
Wu Qingyu had also made a name for herself in the underworld during that period, and many ghosts and deities knew of this madwoman who was searching for her son.
By all logic, a soul searching for loved ones should have gone to the Underworld Bureau to look, as the ghosts of the Yang World ought to all be under the jurisdiction of the underworld; however, Wu Qingyu was muddle-headed and ignorant of this fact, stumbling into territories of the underworld that did not belong to the Underworld Bureau's jurisdiction. Nor did she know where Chen Shi had gone, wandering forward crazily as if there was always some wondrous power tying together the hearts of mother and son.
Drifting through the underworld, she had actually survived for more than a year without dying beneath the claws and fangs of ghosts, deities, or demonic beasts—truly a miracle.
In the second year of her entering the underworld, she strayed into a sea of demonic fire, and just as she was about to be