After entering Fengdu City in the Netherworld, Zhang Yifan strolled through the streets as if he were visiting a night market.
The streets bustled with people like an ordinary town in the mortal realm, filled with the lively air of everyday life, yet carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
He had thought this would be some immortal secret realm, but it did not look like one at all.
As he wandered around, Zhang Yifan suddenly heard the crack of a judge's gavel.
Smack!
"Wang Yuanyuan before the court, fifty-two years of lifespan, your lifespan has ended. You committed countless evils in life, so why cry injustice? Guards, cast Wang Yuanyuan into the sixteenth level of hell to suffer five hundred years of skinning and tendon-pulling!"
Hearing that voice, Zhang Yifan looked up and saw a grand hall. Above its entrance hung a plaque: Hall of the King of Hell.
Zhang Yifan grinned when he saw it. "This city is pretty interesting. It even has this kind of role-playing attraction. Back in my previous life, opening a trendy experiential shop like this might have made a fortune."
"But the owner has some issues with his brain. People come in to have fun. Shouldn't he praise them a little? Why is he talking about sending people to hell?"
"When you buy vegetables at the market, the vendors call you handsome every other word, and they even throw in a couple of scallions after you pay. With the way this shop does business, it would be a miracle if it did not go bankrupt."
Though he thought that, Zhang Yifan was quite interested. It was his first time seeing a shop like this, so he walked into the hall.
Inside the Hall of the King of Hell, more than twenty imposing Ghost Messengers stood on