Li Qi looked at Ink Tiger, stretched lazily, and said to Shen Shuibi, "I'll be leaving first, then."
Shen Shuibi looked at Li Qi and sighed. "Go on."
Ink Tiger lowered his head and bowed to Shen Shuibi as well, but did not say much.
This was indeed not a suitable moment for saying much.
Li Qi and Ink Tiger left, passing through that great gate toward the underworld.
Shen Shuibi watched them depart and could only shake her head in the end.
What else could she do? Cry and make a scene, bind Li Qi here, and never let him do anything dangerous?
No. Shen Shuibi would never do such a thing.
So she would wait for him at home. At least, from what she could see now, he had come back every time.
Elsewhere.
Li Qi followed Ink Tiger to the underworld, where he saw Demon Prince again.
In theory, he and Demon Prince counted as brothers.
They had both been molded by the Heavenly Demon during Destroy Buddha. In the outside world, they were generally called "the Heavenly Demon's sons," and Demon Prince's title had arisen from that.
At this moment, the scenery of the underworld was terrifying.
Below, countless wandering souls ran about in panic, begging to save themselves. Drawn along by the sins of their past lives, they unwittingly arrived in hell.
Scorching winds suddenly rose, blowing heated black sand onto their bodies. Their entire forms turned black like dark clouds. The hot sand burned through their skin and flesh to their bones. Black flames rose within the sinners' bodies, whirling around them before plunging back inside. They suffered every torment, burned and roasted until charred and rotten.
Other sinners lay within iron mortars, pounded by iron pestles from foot to head. Their skin