Am I the Ghost, or Are You?

The man stared blankly at the little old man and old woman before him.

He couldn't help digging at his ear.

"What did you say? What are you two planning?"

Jiang Fu answered solemnly, "How to take the Sequence Temple home..."

The moment he said it,

the man burst out laughing.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Ambitious! Very ambitious!"

"Plenty of people bow down before the Sequence Temple, but you two old fossils are the first to say that!"

"Haha! I'm rooting for you!"

Yin energy swirled around the man.

His eyes gradually turned bloodred. "It's good for old people to have ideas and ambition! Never underestimate an old person with nothing to lose!"

"But right now, forget taking the Sequence Temple home. Whether you can even get out of here... uh, uh, uh—"

Creak—

Before he could finish,

Shi Jiu walked to the door and gently pushed open the tightly shut cell door.

"What were you saying?"

The man looked like a duck someone had grabbed by the neck.

An "uh, uh, uh" sound came from his throat.

He widened his bloodred eyes in disbelief. "H-how did you do that?"

"This is Eighteenfold Hell! How could you possibly open the gates of Hell?"

Shi Jiu: "..."

"What did you say? Hell?"

She exchanged a glance with Jiang Fu.

Then she looked around the small Prison Cell.

It covered roughly seventy or eighty square meters. Black mist swirled inside, and though there was light, visibility was poor. It was rather eerie.

Jiang Fu froze. "You call this thing Hell?"

It did have a hint of Hell's atmosphere.

But compared to Hell...

it was the difference between the starry sky and a little dirt pit.

Still...

it was unexpected, but it made sense.

The woman from earlier was a subordinate of the Cause-and-Effect Sequence Deity.