I glanced at him and said with a smile, "You're nothing more than the most insignificant little ghost. You don't have the ability to kill anyone at all. You can only scare people. What made you become like this?"
"No, please spare me! I'll tell you what happened." The little ghost shrieked. It looked less than a meter tall, like a tiny dwarf.
"Talk," I said with a cold laugh.
"Someone from the Land of the Dead sent me here to harm people. I didn't want to do this either," the little ghost said.
"Oh, is that so? Then I'd like to ask what exactly happened in the Land of the Dead."
Faced with this question, the little ghost froze for a moment, then stammered, "I don't really know much about it either."
I coldly swung Demon Blade Muramasa, which came to rest against his neck. "You'd better think carefully before you answer."
"Okay!" The little ghost shrieked, hurriedly saying, "There's a Lord of Yellow Springs in the Land of the Dead, along with all kinds of powerful ghost kings. They rule the entire Land of the Dead. Everything around the Land of the Dead is under the jurisdiction of the Lord of Yellow Springs."
Upon hearing this, Asuka couldn't help asking, "Then will the souls of the dead go to the Land of the Dead?"
"Of course," the little ghost said. "Everyone who dies in Fuso eventually goes to the Land of the Dead."
"Then can people be rescued from the Land of the Dead?" Asuka asked excitedly.
"Of course they can, but no one has ever managed it. That would mean challenging the Lord of Yellow Springs, and no one has the strength to do that," the little ghost said.
"Is that so? What a disappointment." I smiled