Avici Hell, the Hell of Wailing

"Eh??? Is that Beni-enma, the proprietress of Enma-tei?" Fujimaru Ritsuka said in surprise. "Do you remember us? We're Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash Kyrielight! We even worked and lived at Enma-tei!"

"...People I know?" Beni-enma kicked Koyanskaya, who was hugging her thigh, away with one foot, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat less serious. "Are you my readers? But the King of Hell's judgment must set aside personal feelings... If you are acquaintances..."

The laws of space, time, and nothingness that he had been so proud of were all useless. At this moment, they were completely restrained.

Yang Zhaolin knew that Tie Xiang was furious. As a police officer who considered himself a defender of justice, he was even more self-critical and thus felt more guilty. He said little along the way.

The inn was deathly quiet. I followed Zhang Jizhao's ghost through countless twists and turns, arriving at the central courtyard before long.

But just as Sun Fengzhao approached the barrier, he heard booming strikes from outside. Under the barrage, specks of silver radiance continuously burst from the barrier, and the outermost barrier of Medicine Cauldron Peak showed faint signs of instability.

The next day, Baoyuan held a night banquet for the Tang envoy. Of all the imperial concubines, he brought only me to attend. According to him, my attendance this time was entirely at the request of the Tang Kingdom's Sixth Prince, and several master painters from Great Shu's Hanlin Academy of Painting would also be present.

"Old man, business is here." Lu Chen led everyone to the stone pedestal, raised his hand to pat it, and shouted loudly.

Because the alliance negotiations had failed, Baoyuan was in a poor mood. He sent Liang Shouzhen to inform the concubines of the harem that none could disturb him at Chongguang